Monday, July 19, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Poll Results
Friday, July 16, 2010
Horses
I went on a two hour bike ride with my sister and we stopped to feed the horses (I'll see if she'll let me upload the pictures from her phone) behind the high school. I was trying to pull out a weed when I realized it was two hard and old to give it to them. But I didn't realize before something bit me. I'm still not sure what it was, but me finger turned red with white dots, and now it's covered in gray dots. Hmm.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Handwritten Tag
Name/Blog Name
Right handed, left handed or both
Favorite letters to write
Least favorite letters to write
Write: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Write in caps: CRAB HUMOR KALEIDOSCOPE PAJAMAS GAZILLION
Favorite song lyrics
Tag 7 people
(BTW, I can't handwrite it, because my camera is broken and I can't take a picture of it. Even if it defeats the purpose.)
Madi/Summer Life
Left-Handed
a, z, y
q, r, n
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
CRAB HUMOR KALEIDOSCOPE PAJAMAS GAZILLION
Oh oh oh its magic
You know never believe its not so
Its magic never believe its not so
I tag Olive Tree, Elle, Starrynight, Willowfeather, Skyheart, Swirly Girl, and Delaany!
Right handed, left handed or both
Favorite letters to write
Least favorite letters to write
Write: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Write in caps: CRAB HUMOR KALEIDOSCOPE PAJAMAS GAZILLION
Favorite song lyrics
Tag 7 people
(BTW, I can't handwrite it, because my camera is broken and I can't take a picture of it. Even if it defeats the purpose.)
Madi/Summer Life
Left-Handed
a, z, y
q, r, n
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
CRAB HUMOR KALEIDOSCOPE PAJAMAS GAZILLION
Oh oh oh its magic
You know never believe its not so
Its magic never believe its not so
I tag Olive Tree, Elle, Starrynight, Willowfeather, Skyheart, Swirly Girl, and Delaany!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Olive Tree's Contest
Olive Tree's blog, Horse Feathers, has reached 100 followers! She is having a photography contest about something or someone that inspiries you. Theses are my two entries:
This is my cousin, Matt. It's goofy picture of him, because that's what he is: Goofy. He's my inspiration, because he can make me happy when I'm not in the mood to. Even, though, sometimes he can be a know-it-all, it's fun to be around him. Only ten days appart, I don't know what I'd do without him.
This tree inspires me, because I love night. And it represents me. I stand out like the bright, colorful tree that stands out in the pitch black night.
(This pics just for fun, cause you can only have two entries.)
This is Matt's little sister, Analise. Like, Matt she's goofy, but more like crazy goofy. ;) Lise tends to be very gross, though. One time she made "June Bug Soup" with rotten ice-cream and dead june bugs sitting out in the sun for two days. But, hey, Lise has a happy spirit and she's my inspiration.
This is my cousin, Matt. It's goofy picture of him, because that's what he is: Goofy. He's my inspiration, because he can make me happy when I'm not in the mood to. Even, though, sometimes he can be a know-it-all, it's fun to be around him. Only ten days appart, I don't know what I'd do without him.
This tree inspires me, because I love night. And it represents me. I stand out like the bright, colorful tree that stands out in the pitch black night.
(This pics just for fun, cause you can only have two entries.)
This is Matt's little sister, Analise. Like, Matt she's goofy, but more like crazy goofy. ;) Lise tends to be very gross, though. One time she made "June Bug Soup" with rotten ice-cream and dead june bugs sitting out in the sun for two days. But, hey, Lise has a happy spirit and she's my inspiration.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The Cornet Crazie's Contest
The Cornet Crazie is having a contest on Treble Clef and I want YOU to enter! Yes, you. It's just a writing competition, so go here to enter:
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Short Story: Lost in the Hall of Fame
This is a story I wrote for Treble Clef's writing contest. This is all fictional, but I based it on what could've happened to my cousin, Matthew Gerlach. He did have to choose between Baseball and Basketball and chose basketball. I thought that could've happened to him if he kept playing. So, please, no hurtful comments, but honestly, I didn't think it was that good, either.
Lost in the Hall of Fame
There was a huge CRACK! as the baseball bat slammed into the ball and it flew into the air, soaring higher and higher, up into the sky. Home run. The crowd let out in a roar cheering like crazy New York Yankee® fans. Because that’s what they were. They continued cheering throughout the whole stadium until it was the only thing that could be heard.
∙∙∙∙
Jim Kaat and Red Barber were already chatting it up, talking about that play. “So, Red, what do you think about that hit?” Jim asked, holding the microphone in one hand. “Well,” Red replies, “I think that was downright amazing. A rooky like that, scoring a home run just when we need it? The Yankees® were right to pick that kid out of the draft.” Jim nods. “I think we have the World Series locked up. It’s the bottom of the ninth and there’s no way the Rangers are going to have a comeback.” Leaning into the microphone, Red says, “I agree. Matthew Gerlach is one amazing baseball player. Three minutes, fifty-four seconds to go and the Yankees® have zero outs. We’d have to have the next three people strike out and it would be a miracle for the Rangers to get another point. Back to you, Jim.” Jim takes his Yankees® baseball hat and puts it on. “This is going to be an exciting game for you New York Yankees® fans. Back to the game, the score four to three, Yankees® in the lead.”
∙∙∙∙
Matt Gerlach jogged around the bases, so excited he felt like doing a cartwheel. The Yankees® would win, he thought, because of his home run. Because of him.
When he neared home plate, he stomped on it with his right foot as he ran past it, leaving a dusty footprint.
When he reached the dugout, his teammates were instantly on him, clapping him on the back, and nearly jumping over him. Matt was almost speechless, but not totally. “Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done that without your help. You took me in like your own little brother.”
The most experienced player made his way through to Matt and put his hands on his shoulders. “We didn’t score that home run, you did.” That put a smile on Matt’s face and then they continued cheering for him.
∙∙∙∙
Years later, Matthew Gerlach was put into the Hall of Fame, and as you figured, the New York Yankees® won the World Series that year. But that wasn’t what really happened.
You see, Matt was a baseball player from the day he was born. He had a choice to make. He had a choice whether or not to play select baseball from the age of nine. Matt chose not baseball, but basketball. He was good at it, even tall, but not as good as he was baseball. That is what would’ve happened. What could’ve happened. What will never be. I wish things could have been different. Lost in the hall of fame. . . .
Lost in the Hall of Fame
There was a huge CRACK! as the baseball bat slammed into the ball and it flew into the air, soaring higher and higher, up into the sky. Home run. The crowd let out in a roar cheering like crazy New York Yankee® fans. Because that’s what they were. They continued cheering throughout the whole stadium until it was the only thing that could be heard.
∙∙∙∙
Jim Kaat and Red Barber were already chatting it up, talking about that play. “So, Red, what do you think about that hit?” Jim asked, holding the microphone in one hand. “Well,” Red replies, “I think that was downright amazing. A rooky like that, scoring a home run just when we need it? The Yankees® were right to pick that kid out of the draft.” Jim nods. “I think we have the World Series locked up. It’s the bottom of the ninth and there’s no way the Rangers are going to have a comeback.” Leaning into the microphone, Red says, “I agree. Matthew Gerlach is one amazing baseball player. Three minutes, fifty-four seconds to go and the Yankees® have zero outs. We’d have to have the next three people strike out and it would be a miracle for the Rangers to get another point. Back to you, Jim.” Jim takes his Yankees® baseball hat and puts it on. “This is going to be an exciting game for you New York Yankees® fans. Back to the game, the score four to three, Yankees® in the lead.”
∙∙∙∙
Matt Gerlach jogged around the bases, so excited he felt like doing a cartwheel. The Yankees® would win, he thought, because of his home run. Because of him.
When he neared home plate, he stomped on it with his right foot as he ran past it, leaving a dusty footprint.
When he reached the dugout, his teammates were instantly on him, clapping him on the back, and nearly jumping over him. Matt was almost speechless, but not totally. “Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done that without your help. You took me in like your own little brother.”
The most experienced player made his way through to Matt and put his hands on his shoulders. “We didn’t score that home run, you did.” That put a smile on Matt’s face and then they continued cheering for him.
∙∙∙∙
Years later, Matthew Gerlach was put into the Hall of Fame, and as you figured, the New York Yankees® won the World Series that year. But that wasn’t what really happened.
You see, Matt was a baseball player from the day he was born. He had a choice to make. He had a choice whether or not to play select baseball from the age of nine. Matt chose not baseball, but basketball. He was good at it, even tall, but not as good as he was baseball. That is what would’ve happened. What could’ve happened. What will never be. I wish things could have been different. Lost in the hall of fame. . . .
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Midland: Day Two
I woke up, got dressed and we went to Barnes and Noble. We were there for a while. More like three and half hours, but I got to buy this book I love called Maze Runner. It's REALLY good. After that, we went out to eat at Olive Garden. Then, we went to the movies. Some went to Knight and day, some went to The Last Airbender (that would be me). I was a little disappointed since I watch the cartoon series and it wasn't near as good, but for book one, it was alright. We came home, STILL raining, and pretty much went to bed. Not that exciting day, but Fourth of July is tomarrow and I'm sure it will be better (not that it wasn't fun).
Friday, July 2, 2010
Midland: We Arrive
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