Last Night

I think I broke my toe. I was dancing around in my room last night and I banged my foot into my wooden bed. I wrapped it last night and it's still hurting today. "If you broke your toe you wouldn't be able to walk and you would in so much pain." Words of wisdom from my Mother. Whatever. My toe is broken. It's freakin' crooked for crying out loud! And I'm not just being a baby about it, because as I've come to learn in recent months, I actually have a high tolerance for pain.

Tattoo on my foot right on the bone? Didn't hurt. Tragus and Helix piercings? No pain. Getting shot with paintballs in my neck at a very close range? Not too bad. Banging my foot up against my bed? HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!

This doesn't surprise me too much, because I've managed to do the following in just one week:

• Bang my foot up against another person's bed. Probably why it's broken now. Double impact.
• Walk into a glass door. Not as funny as it sounds. I really hurt my toe doing that and I almost broke my phone.
• Trip over a dog in Central Park. Stupid dog.
• Fall going up the stairs in my living room. There's only two steps, but I slipped on my flip flops. I banged up my knee pretty badly and hurt my toe.
• I also somehow managed to go deaf in my right ear. I've regained my hearing, but thank God I'm fluent in Sign Language. Now that I think about it, I think I just had water stuck in my ear. And I'm not really all that fluent in Sign Language, but I can say "water" and "milk" and quite frankly I think that's all I need to know.

My poor toe she never did anything to me and look at the way I treat her. I painted her neon purple to make her feel happy again.

Princess Klutz,

Ashley Venus

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

::Sigh:: Why do weekends have to end?!

On Friday my cousin Jason met me after work so we could finally go see The Dark Knight. Omgoodness it was so good! Definitely one of the best movies I've seen this year. Heath Ledger's performance was so chilling, he made that movie.

So, after we got out of the movie we were walking by the Trump, and I see a whole bunch of girls waiting outside the hotel. I know that only means one thing: The Jonas Brothers are in town! I know I'm 19, and I don't really care what anybody says, I love them. I'm attracted to positiveness and I really like what they stand for. Plus I think they make good music and I'm not ashamed to say it haha.

Now, I'm not like a die hard Jonas groupie, but I figured "Hey, when am I gonna see them again?" So I made my cousin wait with me outside the hotel for 2 hours until they came. It was so cute to see all these young teenage girls talk about how much they love the Jonas Brothers. It reminded me of when I was younger and was obsessed with a certain boy band. Ahh B2K I look back on you fondly.

Nick Jonas totally shook my hand. It was awesome.

Saturday

Do not ask questions.

Animal City

That rat/bat looking thing to your left is a Miniature Pinscher and we shall call her Luna. She is my heart and she has me wrapped around her tiny little paw. She is loud and very demanding. She steals money, soy sauce, and my fluffy white slippers. After a year she's still pretending to not know her name.

However, she is a great cuddler, full of kisses, awesome with kids, and she is a great big sister to her little brother Tokyo, a dutch bunny.

I'm writing about Luna, because today she almost caused me and my Mother to have a heart attack! My Mom went to go walk another dog Saffy (not ours) and forgot to slam lock the door. Now, my little 8 pound terror somehow managed to open the door, and go exploring. I didn't hear a thing, because I was too busy in my room dancing to ABBA (and what were you doing?!). My Mom comes back and asks me why the door is open, I had no clue that is was, and that's when we realized Luna was MIA.

Now, when situations like this arise I have to be the calm one, while my Mom is off thinking the worst thing imaginable. According to her Luna jumped off the roof. I can't say I didn't panic, because the first thing I thought of was when I accidentally lost my dog Spotty when I was 7. Luckily my smart pup just went back home, but this time I wasn't so sure I was going to be so lucky. THANK GOD WE WERE! I called her name (she remembered it this time!) and she came crawling back knowing she was in deep doodoo.

::Sigh::

We adopted Luna 3 months after we had to put my beloved Spotty to sleep. April 21, 2007. The hardest day of my life. If you aren't an animal lover or never had a dog, you can never understand the emotional pain that my family and I went through. To see my dog, my best friend for 10 years, deteriorate right before my eyes was the hardest thing to watch.

We took him to the Vet. on Tuesday, he was gone by Saturday. I didn't want to let him go, but I knew it was the right thing to do. He couldn't walk anymore, he kept falling down. He was already starting to smell. Mind you, this was all in a matter of 4 days. I hate what Cancer did to my dog.

My cousin Jason and I were in the room with him until his last breath. My Mom couldn't handle it. I wish I could shake those images out of my head. I don't want to remember what he looked like when he was dead, what he felt like, what he smelt like. I want that to be erased from my memory.

The weeks and months that followed were the loneliest of my life. That's when Luna enters the picture. Now, let me just make this clear. I am not a small dog type of girl. I'm not the girl who carries her dog in a pink bag. That's just not me. I like big dogs. I like the breeds that other people are scared of; Pitbulls, Dobermans, German Shepards, and of course my favorite, The Rottweiler! I didn't intentionally get a Miniature Pinscher, she was given to me. At first I wasn't sure if I wanted her, but now I can't imagine life without her.

She's a handfull, but I wouldn't have it any other way. She protects and plays with Tokyo, and hopefully soon she will have a Rottweiler as a big little brother.

Peace out,
Ashley Venus, Tokyo, and Luna