L3: What Makes You Angry?

There aren’t many things that get me angry, but this blog topic couldn’t have came at a more perfect time. I absolutely  hate two faced people, and there couldn’t be a better example of a two faced person than the kid trying to get autographs at the Sabre’s game on Valentine’s day. The worst thing to do around a huge Sabres fan is to put down every player on the team. Sure, they lose games, you can’t win them all. Not every player is gonna score with every slap shot taken. Problem number one, he bashed the whole team that he is at the game supporting in front of a huge fan. You don’t tell me that our back up goalie isn’t good enough and should go back to his own country to practice for a few more years. Not as if that made me mad enough, when our back up goalie Enroth pulls up to sign autographs, this kid told him how much he loved him and that he should be our starter. I may be a little girl, but I have a bug mouth and I’m not afraid to open it up to voice my opinion. And that is exactly what I did. I made sure he was well aware what he said about our backup goalie just a couple minutes prior to meeting him. Another not so serious thing that doesn’t necessarily make me mad, just more so irritates me a little bit is when people eat mashed potatoes with a fork. Ever since I was young, I’ve had to eat my mashed potatoes with a spoon. I don’t know why, but to me, forks and mashed potatoes do not go together. My mom knows how mad I get when she doesn’t put a spoon at my seat when we have mashed potatoes for dinner. Usually, she will put one out just for me.

L1: Superbowl Sunday!

This year on Superbowl Sunday was looking as if it was going to be a boring one. My boyfriend’s birthday always falls around Superbowl, so his family party is always the big game day. I was scheduled to work all day, which meant I was going to miss the party. Luckily, I wasn’t feeling good at work and got out early enough to make it to their house. All but one party goer were rooting for the New York Giants, due to our extreme hatred for Patriot’s quarterback, Tom Brady. I’m a Bills fan, but since they fell short of making the playoffs for the twelfth straight year, I put money towards football squares to give me an incentive to actually watch the game. I was definitely not interested in the halftime show since I wasn’t born in the 80s, so instead we did cake and presents for my boyfriend. Since we did cake first, we all grabbed our pizza and wings, then all piled onto the couch to watch the second half of the game. We were all glued to the TV, but mostly to see who won the money on the football squares. Towards the end of the game, the played NFL trivia with about twenty questions. The questions were about former players or some of the first Superbowl games. I helped to find the questions the day prior to the big game, so I remembered some of the well enough in order to win. My boyfriend’s mom gives prizes to the top two players, which happened to be me and my boyfriend’s sister, Renee. We each won a Superbowl t-shirt in a Superbowl mug. Just as we ended trivia, the final seconds of the game slowly ticked away to reveal the Giants as the winners, which we were all relieved about. No one can get away talking about Buffalo the way Tom Brady did and get rewarded for it.

K4: A Glimpse

Hot, sticky summer nights didn’t occur much in the nice hills of Colorado. The widowed Miss Newer was just getting used to the lonely house without her husband. All her kids moved away years ago so it was hard for her to manager such a large house on her own. With all the fans blowing, she drifted from the kitchen to the living room to sit back and relax. She started to drift off to sleep, so she decided to move herself into the bedroom. But first, she wanted to open up a few windows throughout the house to bring in some of the night time breeze. She zigzagged in and out of several bedrooms, bathrooms and hallways. Finally they were all opened so she went into the larger master bedroom at the end of the long hallway.  Despite the stickiness of the heat, she drifted into a deep sleep in what seemed like the snap of a finger. In the bedroom right next to hers, the one that used to belong to her youngest daughter Rose, the breeze was blowing the curtains right into the room. On the particular night, her dog got up to go into Rose’s bedroom and sleep in there. In the middle of the night, Miss Newer heard barking. It was unlike her dog to be barking like that, he was usually very quiet and calm. She walked into the room , which was quite a bit colder than hers. She walked up to the window to close it. When she turned around, she noticed a small white dove, just like the ones painted on the wall, sitting right on the dresser. At first, she was a little frightened, seeing as doves aren’t lively during the night. But then she caught a glimpse of its eye, just like eyes of her husband.

K3: The Big City

Brad had a simple life, living in a small town, in a small farm house with his parents. One day, his dad came home from work with big news for Brad. He got all excited, thinking his parents would buy  him a brother or sister to play with. He quickly found out this wasn’t the case. His father got a new job in a big city. An apartment building would be taking the place of their farm house. It took hours for them to get to their new destination, with a huge moving truck following behind their car. Once they got there, they were greeted by the doorman. Brad grabbed his small box of toys and walked into an elevator that he rode for what seemed like hours. As he stepped out of it, his mom walked him into their new home and then to his room. There was a huge window. He set down his toys and walked towards to window. Outside was a huge harbor with giant ships sailing. Buildings towered over the harbor. Brad wasn’t used to anything like this. Later that night, he wandered down to the lobby of the apartment building where he bumped into the same doorman that was there earlier. As Brad stared out the doors, the doorman could tell that Brad was in shock with the night time city lights. He decided to grab Brad by the hand and take him on a little personal tour. He waved to the security guard telling him he’d be back soon. Minutes later, they were standing on a bridge overlooking the harbor and the buildings surrounding it. Brad just stood there staring, amazed at how big it all was up close. He asked the doorman what all the buildings were for, and he responded by telling him they had a bunch of different purpose. Some were office buildings and others were apartments, just like the one he was living in. They stayed there for an hour longer, just looking, completely amazed. At this moment, Brad decided that moving to the big city wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be.

K2: Noah's Dream

Noah curled into bed later than usual that night. His mom came into his room and tucked him in after their long day. He drifted off into a deep sleep when his dreams started to run wild. Little did he know, his dreams were putting on a performance right in front of him. As his first dream started, he was sailing on a huge ship, surrounded by sword swinging pirates. His bedroom floor turned into the rough waters of the ocean and his bed was the ship. His little LEGO men turned into life size pirates. Suddenly, Noah was awake with a sword by his side to fight back. Swords kept flying close, lightly brushing his Cars pajamas and puncturing small holes into them. He got close enough to push what looked like the leading pirate overboard. He prepared himself for the remaining shipmates to attack, but then he heard the clatter of the swords on the ship’s deck. He realized they have dropped their swords and were throwing up their hands in excitement. They all rushed towards him as the ships rushed towards the land in which the pirated called home. Noah was carried off the ship, over the shoulders of the pirates and was set down as a king’s crown was set upon his head. Quickly, Noah was awake in his bed, sweating with excitement. He looked around his room at what was just a raging ocean not that long ago. He felt like the whole dream was real. He rolled out of bed and slipped on a puddle of water. As he grabbed the edge of bed for support, he noticed one of his LEGOs, a pirate, laying in the puddle. He walked towards the kitchen and noticed a small puncture in his pajamas, from what could have been a sword. As his mom asked how he slept, a smile crept up on his face. Now he understood why his room looked like a hurricane tore through it when he woke up every morning.

K1: Fluff's Not so Fluffy Friend

It was late one evening as Mr. Mathews walked into his house from a long day at work. Not bothering to turn on any of the lights, he took off his overcoat and threw it onto the kitchen chair as he dragged himself into the living room. There, he turned on his reading lamp and slowly sank into his cozy armchair. He grabbed that morning’s newspaper and started to read when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement in the dining room. He figured it was either his cat, Fluff, running around or his imagination running wild after the long day. He went back to his reading and was started with Fluff jumping on his lap. Once again, he noticed a movement in the dining room. This time, Fluff noticed it too. He got frightened and ran away. Mr. Mathews figured it wasn’t his imagination since it frightened the unfrightful cat Fluff. As he turned a light on in the dining room, he noticed a huge lump under the carpet! He jumped back, letting out a shrieking scream. Goosebumps started to appear on his arms. He was unaware of what to do and backed away into the kitchen to figure out a plan. He didn’t necessarily want to hurt what was under the carpet, so a knife was out of the question. He looked around, frightened, for something to attack the object with. He hurriedly grabbed a chair, thinking it would scare the object and probably hurt it, but not enough to kill it. He ran back to the dining room, waving the chair over his head. He slowly brought it down on the object, when he heard a frightful and loud MEOW! As he pulled the carpet back, he found a friend of Fluff’s who must’ve made his way in through the kitty door while Mr. Mathews was at work that day. At this point, he regretted using the chair as a weapon. He scooped up the cat and brought it to the bath tub and splashed a few cups of water upon it to slowly wake him up. Luckily, Fluff’s friend walked away from the scuffle with a little less fur.