Mad

Have you ever had a day when you just feel disgusted with the world? I am having one of those days. It started out bad to begin with. The dog made a giant mess in his crate, and I had to clean up. My sister, who has the sniffles, was being a big grouch. I ended up having only yogurt for breakfast. My day got a little better after the nanny left and I got to go outside with Lucky. However, with every good thing, there is a bad thing.

I got called inside to take care of my grumpy little sister for a few hours, but at least it was better than math. Yech! After I went downstairs with Ashleigh, all hell broke loose. She would not stop howling and screaming. Wahh Wahh here, Wahh Waah there. When I came up, Dad told me if I did my think a thought, which I am doing currently, we could go for pizza. I am nearly done with this think a thought, so pizza, here I come!

Cya in the next!

Grappling

Grappling it is many things in the eyes of different people. To a fashionable snoot, it looks like a filthy street fighter's sport. To a martial artist, like myself, it is a dangerous yet exciting part of karate. Sure, you may get a few black eyes and bloody noses, but after a while, you learn to accept those things. Grappling has some very hard moves in it, like shrimping. Shrimping may sound like a fancy food, but all it is is floor burn on a silver platter, not a tasty treat.

In grappling, you don't necessarily have to be on the ground the whole time. If you're lucky, you can stay on your knees and still grapple. There are many potentials for arm, leg, and even finger locks, and even some broken bones. Don't be alarmed, broken bones are VERY rare. I have only gotten punched in the mouth once, and I was up against a bigger person, so it really didn't count. Not even a chipped tooth. Though you may think grappling is rough and tough, down and dirty work, it is not very hard and is pretty simple besides the occasional arm lock and floor burn. If you are interested in karate, you've come to the right place. If there are any karate questions, I will gladly answer them. I learn a form of kenpo at USA Karate.

Til' next time,
Maddie

So Many Options

" You can do this, you can do that, you can ..." That is my dad naming the endless list of options on what I can write about on my think a thought. Maybe that's why I have trouble finding different and interesting topics to keep my readers happy. There are so many things I can write about, it overwhelms me. And ( note to Dad ) being told a million different suggestions doesn't help. I know that after a few posts about Lucky, I have to stop.

I figured that two posts about Halloween would be enough until Halloween. Speaking of which, I have my vampire fangs now! Yes, that includes fake blood capsules to trick my friends, plus awesome black and white makeup. Anyway, to get back on track. I can't go on and on about one topic, I need new information to keep my readers happy. That's why I suggested commenting to let me know what you wanted to read, and add on's for my old posts. As I have told everyone before, public followers are highly appreciated, but no scaring other readers, the editor, or me with comments or creepy followers, etc. Thank you,
Madison

A Sad Goodbye To A Pet

I was very sad this weekend. I had to let my toad, Todd, go. I caught him outside on the front lawn, and kept him as a pet. Unfortunately, he was starting to starve, as I couldn't find enough bugs for him. So yesterday, I set Todd free. I hope that he will be able to find his family, and I always will remember him. He was a nice little toad, but because I had to let him go, Dad said we might get a tank of fish instead ... YAY! So last night I was looking online for different fish, and I have decided that if we get fish, they will be tropical. Naturally there is a lot of planning ahead, just in case, but I have a strong feeling about the fish. If and when we get fish, they are sure to make it to Maddie's Think a Thought.
Cya in the next post!

Lucky, Most Stubborn Dog on Earth

"Lucky! Lucky! LUCKY BALTHAZAR, GET IN HERE!" Lucky is sitting in front of the gate to the kitchen, looking in with big tearful eyes. I am calling him from the office, and he is being as stubborn as a goat. I gave him his nickname, little goat, because of it. His stubbornness started small and got big. First he refused to come from he kitchen when I called him. Then he refused to come in when we called him in the daytime. And finally, late at night, he refused to come in. Talk about a bad puppy! He kept me and Dad up for a long time that night. When Dad finally got him to come in at midnight, Lucky got a scolding that still echoes in my ears!
Bye for now,
Maddie

Ashleigh's ' Bee-bee'

For those of you who don't know, Ashleigh is my nearly-2 sister. Ashleigh has been going pee-pee in the pot for a while now, but every time, she comes running in to the office,shouting " Bee-bee! Bee-bee." Bee-bee is  her word for pee-pee. I have a few funny stories about her too...  Ashleigh comes upstairs (she climbs on her own now ) saying " Bee-bee! Bee-bee!" She doesn't have a diaper on because I was too lazy to put one on her after she went. Dad went to flush it, and then I noticed- Ashleigh had wandered off somewhere! I looked around for her until I heard the triumphant cry of ' Bee-bee! ' from the living room. Ashleigh came running out, arms in the air, grinning and shouting bee-bee. Dad came and saw the ' bee-bee'. It was sitting in a neat little puddle a few feet away from the expensive rug. ' Ashleigh! How could you? ' I cried. ' Bee-bee '! Almost every time she goes, Ashleigh tries to put her hand in. She hasn't succeeded yet, but someday she will. ( She also has a knack for trying to pick up Lucky's poop. Yuck! )

Well anyway, there is Ashleigh's bee-bee story. I am sure I will write about her again, but til then,

Cya in the next!

The Rules and Regulations of Maddie's Think a Thought

 Just to make sure everyone knows how and why to use Maddie's Think a Thought, I am going to go over the rules and regulations. Comments are welcome, but nothing inappropriate or it will be removed. This site is strictly for information and a good few laughs to keep you entertained, not to bore you to death. Ideas are also welcome, but please be reasonable. I am only 9, so PLEASE be careful on what you say in comments. This website is not for goofing around on. It is not to scare people with creepy fake users, it is not a dating site, and is not to be used for scaring the users or the editors. If anyone is found doing any of the above in comments or profiles, they may be blocked from using the site. This means you will not be able to be a follower, or comment, but you will be able to view the website. Seeing this as fair punishment, I ask all my users and followers to keep to the rules.
Thanks,
Maddie  

Looking For Public Followers And Comments

My website is looking for new ideas and requests. If you think of something you would like to see published on the website, or a topic you would like to know about, just comment and I will see what I can do. Also, if you have any questions about my site, comment away. Public followers are highly appreciated. Please do not ask for me to publish nonsense. For any animal questions that don't relate to Lucky, please visit my other website, www.absoluteanimals.blogspot.com. Thank you! And remember, I am 9, so don't ask me anything you shouldn't. Thanks again,
Madison

The Loch Ness Monster ... Fact or Fiction?

Almost everyone, even babies, know about the Loch Ness monster. Supposedly a sea creature, said to look like a plesiosaur, lives in Loch Ness, a lake in Scotland. The first sightings of Nessie were way back in the 7th century, first recorded by The Life of Saint Columbia by Adomnon. Then, in 1933, a journalist recorded sightings of the monster. Soon after, in 1934, the famous surgeon's photo came out, later proving to be a hoax. Many people have seemed to have evidence, but a lot of it is fake. Plenty of expeditions were led to find the monster, but no proof was found. Could a prehistoric monster be living in Loch Ness? Did one escape from the ocean before the loch became a loch? The loch used to be attatched to the ocean. Could a plesiosaur have slipped in before land cut the loch off from the ocean? Or did there used to be a plesiosaur, and it mixed breed? Many questions stand about this legendary monster, but no proof has ever surfaced. So what is the Loch Ness monster? Tourist trap, or creepy creature? Tourist trap seems a likely answer, as hotels and stores benefit from profits of tourists. Fact or fiction, real or not real, the Loch Ness monster may stay a mystery forever.

Back to Halloween

Ok, I have decided! I will be going as a vampire, final. But will I survive the haunted houses, tricks not treats, and creepy costumes? Probably. Well, the tricks not treats will be disappointing, skipping the haunted houses will be good, and costumes don't freak me out. Well, one costume DID creep my friend out. It was Halloween, and she was out trick-or-treating, and when she turned to look behind her shoulder, a guy dressed as a clown was following her. No more trick-or-treating for her. Granted she is 15, but even if she were younger, I think she would have stayed in a different part of town. I have never really been creeped out on Halloween. Alright, so that's a lie. Once I went up to a house, and they had a pumpkin out. I suspected nothing until it moved and scared the pants off me. These past Halloweens I have gone as:
1 year old: Piglet
2 year old: Ladybug
3-7: Witch
8 years old: Tinker Bell
9 years old: Skeletal Bride
10 years old: Vampire

Bye for now, in the next post!

Halloween

Halloween .... my favorite time of the year, and guess what, it's almost here! Yay! Well, ok, it's not almost here.  I just love Halloween because.... free candy! I can't believe all you do is walk around and people give you free candy. It is so easy! Unfortunately, you have to be in costume, and I haven't picked a costume yet! My ideas so far are:
Cleopatra
Vampire
Zombie
That's it.
So I kind of have a little dilemma. No costume, no free treats! I wouldn't be able to live without going trick-or-treating! Alright, so that's and exaggeration. I would just be a very unhappy kid. I think I will go as a vampire .... no, zombie. No, Cleopatra!


My decision in the next post!

Allergies

Allergies really seem to like me this month. For 3 weeks, I had an awful cough, and to top it off, now that it has finally gone, Dad insists that I get an allergy test. Ugh, ugh, ugh, double ugh! Guess how they do allergy tests? Needles, pinpricks, and scratches! All adding up to the total of pain! I do not want my allergy test, so today I was doing some research on the non-painful ways to get allergy tests done. I kept finding scratch, prick prick, needle, but finally I found another, non-painful way for an allergy test: A simple pad with the allergy on it taped to your skin for a few days. It didn't sound painful, and I told Dad it was that or nothing. I sure hope the allergist has these pad things!

Cya next post!

The Shoe Episode

' What, do you want me to do? Kiss your paw and make it better? ' That's me talking to Lucky. I had banged my fist down on his paw, not to be mean, but to make sure he didn't think he got away with something. Well, what would you do if you found your dog chewing on your shoe? Ok, I admit, part of it is my fault. I know he is a puppy, henceforth I should pick up my shoes. But I was SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO HIM!!! He should know better by now. What is it, the 4th time I've caught him now?  And I did kiss his paw, but you know what the little rat did? He walked over and started playing with Dad, as in roughhousing, as if nothing ever happened! Talk about snobby! Here I was, trying to make it up to him, and he was completely ignoring me! Alright, so I learned my lesson. I will keep my shoes up on the desk now. ( The desk that is chewed up because of some one. ) Ok, so Lucky learned his lesson, hopefully won't chew shoes again, and all is well that ends well.

Next Post!

Sister Squabble

Ashleigh got up out of bed. Ah, a lovely day. Perfect for gathering news. Ashleigh had her own computer, inherited from her 16-year-old sister. Every day, Ashleigh would come downstairs, get on her OneNote, and type up a newspaper for her father. Her paper always had a special letters section, a personals column, and was ALWAYS sponsored by the one and only Holiday Helper. Holiday Helper was a service her sister ran that did jobs for Dad, mostly specializing in coffee. She tugged on a blue skirt with a matching jacket, and skipped merrily downstairs.

Her sister was spending the night at her friends, so Ashleigh took the advantage to grab a quick breakfast and escape outside before her sister arrived. She smiled contently, and skipped into the back yard, where there was a tent she could hide in. She heard her sister's car pull up and sighed; She had wasted her time. ASHLEIGH JAMES, GET IN HERE THIS INSTANT! Bellowed her sister.  Coming, her highest pain in the butt, thought Ashleigh. She dragged her feet inside, but instead of going over to her sister, she sat down at the computer. She started typing today's paper, and when she was finished, it looked something like this:

SUPER SPECIAL ASHLEIGH ADDITION! READ NOW!

TODAYS HEADLINE:     SISTER IS SUPER GROUCH!

Today, when 16 year old Madison returned from her sleepover, she practically screamed at her sister! She did not even get in trouble with Dad! Her sister, Ashleigh,  was the one who got sent to the corner. Life isn't fair!

Uniquely Sponsored By the One and Only Holiday Helper: Your Ticket To Happiness!

Now, she knew when everybody read this, she was going to really catch it. It was worth it though. Her mean old sister deserved it. And Ashleigh did get in trouble. Sent to her room. No dessert, TV, or computer. For a month! Never mind the fact that her sister fired her from Holiday Helper.

 Ashleigh was mad. Lucky, the 7 year old dog, came into the room. She sighed and patted him. He soon trotted out, probably to eat lunch. She decided it was time to play a down to earth prank on her sister. She had been reading  Judy Blume books, and found an outstanding prank. She decorated her sister's toilet seat with toothpaste, that way, when her sister sat down, she would sit on toothpaste. She thought, that should do it, and went to bed smiling.

 The next morning, she got up, and because she always had coffee, she poured some, and shook sugar into it. She sat down and took a sip, but spat it out in 2 seconds. It was salt! Her sister came into the room, choking with laughter. She said, ' I guess we are even now. You got me with the toothpaste! ' From there on out, Ashleigh and her sister got along fine, and Ashleigh never got sent to the corner again.

Lucky, My 8 Month Old Puppy

' That dog has no talent! '  Well, that is what my dad thinks anyway. Lucky is actually a very well behaved and talented dog. From 2 months old he was dragged away from his family, and brought home to be trained like a drill sergeant by me. By 7 months, he could flip a biscuit off his nose and catch it. So dad, don't tell me Lucky has no talent. My dad complains that when he tosses him food, the food goes to the floor instead of in his mouth. I must say, he is right about that. Lucky cannot catch food to save his life. My dad also complains about Lucky's little incidents on the rug .... resulting in a very sad puppy. Ok, so by now you probably picture my dad as a cranky old man, beating a dog with a walking stick. No. Wrong. I myself get annoyed at Lucky too. Here are just a few of his bad habits:

1.  Dragging dog toys in from the neighbors.
2. Peeing in the house.
3. Mooching. ( as in begging for food.)

  Ok. So now do you picture dad as a grump? No. Do you picture Lucky as an angel? No. Lucky does have some good points though. He lets me use him as a pillow, he lies on my feet as a foot warmer, and ... and ... well that's about it. But hey, it's better than when he first came home. Now THAT was torture. All he did was eat, poop, sleep, eat. Nothing playful about him. Now I am happy, because after a few days, he perked up, but if he had stayed as a lump, he would have been gone. Out the door. New owner. Thank goodness he picked up the pace. So there is Lucky's partial story. As he gets older, I will put up more posts about him, but for now...

Cya in the next post!