SUMMER VACA!

Summer vacation is wonderful to everyone. No crazy teachers, no homework, and...well.... NO HOMEWORK! But sometimes, summer vacation can be a real bore. I mean if you don't have anything to do like camps or clubs or friends to hang out with, your stuck.

But sometimes, summer vacation is awesome! You can hang out at the lake and practice your water-skiing skills, look at bird nests and watch the babies hatch, and grow flowers and plants. You can do much more, too!

Hey, what do you do in the summer? Are you ever bored? Post a comment! I might actually reply to you! So, start typing! LOL. Keep watching my posts and look for the newest!

~Lindsey

School's ALMOST Out!!!

K, well, I know everyone dies for summer vacation. You get to do all the fun things like play outdoors, swim, camp, fish, chill with your friends, relax, no sweating about the homework, no bullies, and pretty much everything you want to do! But school isn't out yet. We still have about twelve days of torchure. (Not really "torchure", but the homework is! Although I really don't get very homework, but whatever!) My teachers are alright. My math teacher is my favorite teacher. (He's going to, or NEED'S TO, get a pie in his face! And plus, it better be pecan pie, because he hates pecan pie!) LOL. And my Language Arts teacher. (I know she knows about my blog...)

So anyway, school is almost out and I am so excited! Are you? Comment and tell me everything!

Well, that's all for now. Keep reading,
Lindsey

State Basketball Play-offs!!!

OK, so our high school b-ball team was lucky enough to be in the play-offs for state! We had to win all three games, otherwise we'd be out. We faced a team that was 30-0, verses our 28-2. Obviously they were undifeated, but we had some tricks up our sleeve.

So it was going great in the first half, even if the opposing team's crowd was cheering way more than us. They were behind by about...fourteen points or so.

Then, in the second half, things started to turn ugly. I'm not mentioning any names, but number 52 was so huge and monsterious and got ALL of the rebounds! It seemed like he literally camped out under the basket, waiting for a time to strike! A sign--I think it was his dad or a relitive--even said, 'Feed the 52 Beast!' It was kind of weird.

Well, we turned out to loose, 53-79. I think our team lost it's flame, because they were on fire in the first half! Well, anyway, we were out. Thankfully, in the state tourney with our opposing team and another play-off winner, our opposing team LOST! I felt a little better, just to give them a taste of their medicine. But, I have to admit, they were pretty good and did unexpectedly well.

Keep reading and comment literally whenever,
Lindsey

End of Spring Break

Wow--I can't beileve that my spring break is over already! I only have about......fifteen and a half hours before school starts up again! Then I have to have the homework, study for tests, and all that usual stuff. Don't you hate it? At least I get to see my friends from school, I haven't seen any except for a huge play-off state high school basketball game. (That subject will be in the next post!)

You know what's weird? For the remaining three days of the break, I went to a resort up north about two hours away. Two days before--Wednesday--my brother's eight-year-old friend was playing at our house. She's like, "what are you guys doing for spring break? I'm going to a hotel about two hours away!" My brother and I are just casually, "yeah, us too! It's up north." Then we were talking, and all of a sudden she said the same name of the hotel as we were going to! Our next-door neighbors were heading up to the same hotel!!! It was completely unexpected, and we didn't even plan it!

What did you guys do for spring break? Did you hate or love when the break finally ended?
Well, keep reading and posting wonderful comments,
Lindsey

Spring Break!!!

OK, I know for a fact that EVERYONE in this univerese likes Spring Break, right? I mean, if you take out the "spring" part, it's just the word "break"! We get a break off school! Get it? OK, so my humor isn't so perfect, but we get the point of this post. SPRING BREAK!

How long is your spring break? Well we have off tomorrow, Friday, since obviously it's Good Friday. Then, I have a week off after that. A couple years ago we used to get two weeks, which would have been way funner, but now they shortened it. Wahh!

What are you doing over Spring Break? Going to a different state? Country? Even a different town that may be six hours to eight seconds away? Well, here is what I am going to do. No, not a state. Not a country either. I'm staying at a hotel for Easter with my mom's family. Then, next week, we are probably going to go to MOA (Mall of America) and ride the rides there. It should be fun and very exciting. At least I think so!!!

Well, I think that's all I have for Spring Break. Tell me everything you are going to do over your spring break! Or wait, did you already have a spring break? Well, tell me now! Explain EVERY detail! Ha, ha. I'll update you more on my Spring Break adventures. Keep reading and commenting,

Lindsey

My Dog and the movie Pasifier

His name is Rebel. Actually, his name was Rebel, since he died about three years ago. (I remember the exact date: August 8th, 2005). It was pretty sad. Here is what exactly happened before his death.

I was at a friend's house with my brother. We were watching a movie, the Pasafier. We got called home, and we ran down the street to our house. When we came into the door, my mother was putting the phone into the reciver and she was in tears! I wondered, what the heck is up? Mom pretty much never cries! I didn't feel very good, because just a couple days before he was sleeping more, was loosing hearing and eyesight, and almost never came up the 4th level stairs into the 3rd level.

My mom announced, "Dad is coming home early." She stopped and looked down a little. I asked, "why?" It wasn't really like him to come home unless it was pretty urgent, like I was having an allergic reation or something. (Trust me, that's happened in the past, but that's a whole different story!) She looked back up at us and said, her eyes tearing up, "we're going to the vet. We need to put Rebel...to sleep." My eyes buldged and my brother immediatly joined mom in the cry fest. I felt horrible. I said, trying to toughen up, "but why? Why now?"

About fifteen minutes later we were a little better and pretty much ended the big sob party. She said, clearing her throat, "When I got home from work, I heard a dog crying. I went into the 3rd level and it got louder. I knew it was Rebel, so I opened the 4th level door and it became louder than ever. Finally, I saw Rebel. He was crying, moaning, and whimpering. He couldn't move anything below his head. I gave him some Advil and helped him up the stairs into the 3rd level. I called Dad and said what happened. He agreed that we needed to bring him to the vet. I'm so sorry."

We started the sob fest again, this time wetter then ever. We went downstairs and hugged Rebel as much as we could. We wanted to make his last moments with him memories that--we hoped--he'd remember forever.

Once we got to the vet--Dad and all--Rebel needed carrying out of the truck. It was pretty sad to watch. We went into the room with the vet and I decided to watch Rebel be put down with my dad. Mom and my brother would wait in the waiting room.

As the needle was going in, he started to topple over and then fell, completely motionless. I started to sniffle and tear up. I knew I'd never get to see him again. I looked over to my dad, he tried a fake smile, but I saw his watery eyes and knew he felt the same way as I did, just with little emotion.

My brother and mom came in, and we just looked at our dad, cried, and whiped our eyes with tissues. I hated that moment, and I always will. My first dog--and probably my only dog--had left us for good. No getting around it, and that I can never get over.


Now, I really, really, really dislike the movie Pasafier just because I saw it on the day of Rebel's perminint absence. And because it just wasn't a very good movie. I don't know why I dislike it so much, but I do, and it'll probably always stay that way. Have your dogs ever died or you had to see your dog be put down? If so, share the pain! I know your not along on that one, if you read this entry. Well, keep reading,
Lindsey

REALLY Creepy Dreams

Have you ever had a really scary, terrifying, dreadful or just plain different nightmare or dream? Tell me! I really want to know. Some are even scarier then others. I'll tell you one of my scary nightmares, but actually, it wasn't even a dream!

One time, only last night, I was laying in bed with my eyes open. Then, this really creepy, scratchy and ghostly voice interuppted the silence and moaned, "I'M...............HUNG..........GRY!" It was SO scary! My body shot streight up and I started shaking. Then, oddly enough, I had no troubles getting to sleep! But I still remember that...thing...or...voice...

P.S. Do you think your house, neighbor's house, a shed, or any type of building, person or other is haunted? How about just acting strange? Post a comment and I'll be ready to reply!

Well, that's all of the spooky stuff I have for this post. Keep reading my blog!
Lindsey