About two weeks ago I was able to spend some time with friends and visit a haunted barn. Unfortunately our dogs don't react well to haunted areas, so they didn't go. Hoover would be petrified. Anyway, our group went to a rural area where the Barn of Terror resided. This was one of my friends first haunted house or in this case, barn. On the way there I told him ghost stories.The four of us entered.One friend screamed every time someone jumped out. The barn was pretty frightening. My favorite part was a painting. When you walk past it, the picture drops down and someone's head pops out. Another part is a clown hides behind the porta-potty. When people are chased out of the barn, he jumps out with a chainsaw. It is hilarious to watch, from the sidelines that is.
I was finally able to present my Greek project. Although it happened later than I hoped. It was Wednesday night. The next day would host Greek fest, one of the best events of sixth grade. All the sixth graders would present to visiting classes. I barfed on Wednesday night after soccer. So, I missed Greek fest. This was also the only day I could present to everyone. The times my teacher gave to present to the class were only for five minutes. It would be just a short time to talk about what you researched. When I did present I was nervous. I dropped my papers and my tri-fold would not open properly, but when I started the presentation I felt better. I was fortunate to compete in our Olympic games. I did well in our running event. For most of the run another person was in first. I slowly started to gain on the person. At the final stretch I sprinted and won the 400 meter run. As a prize I received Hershey kisses in gold wrapping. I was sick the day prizes were handed out so I got mine a day later and missed out on the medal presentations.
On Saturday I played in a soccer tournament. These would be the last three games of my season. The first game we lost 5-1. The game was much closer than you might think. And some of the players on the other team were pushy. One player received a yellow card. The next game we pulled our act together. We came from a 3 point deficit and won 4-3. The next game was just crushing. We had to win to go to the championship. We tied. On one play, we just fell asleep and the other team tied the score up. It was crushing but we played well. Finally, I'll give out a kindness award again. This one goes to a friend of ours. While we were at the tournament she watched our dogs. Without her we would have come home to a mess. Thank you Darra! She had to put up with many Hoover kisses. I hope everyone has a good Halloween. On the next blog you will hear how I got a sugar rush.
We have some late news, it was official in August but let's just get to it. It's Lizzie's one year anniversary or was. It feels longer than a year, we have so many memories of Lizzie. Some of them are not so happy. Like the time she destroyed mum's flowers. Or the time she was a scourge to all wildlife in our yard. She murdered a rabbit. She has chased squirrels up trees, yet fortunately the squirrels are more nimble than rabbits. There is one creature out there that can stand up to her, the mighty skunk. He showed up the first night we moved and was greeted by Lizzie and Hoover. When he felt threatened, the skunk let them have it. Now that we have covered the bad memories, let's move on to some of the lighthearted times. Lizzie is really affectionate. If Lizzie wants your attention or appreciates you, she will bump into you with her butt. When we first fostered Lizzie, she was more nervous than happy. As we have had her longer, she started to really like us. One day we found out Lizzie had a passion for walks, as all huskies should. It is fun to watch her explode with excitement when we get the leash. Lizzie loves attention, not as much as Hoover, in the mornings she lets me lay my head on her hip. When we leave the house, she might retreat to my room. She doesn't always eat her biscuit when we leave. She will jump on my bed with her biscuit. She takes it with her so Hoover doesn't get fat eating her biscuit. She'll abandon her biscuit and sometimes we may find a biscuit in my bed. I'm glad we decided to keep Lizzie even though we don't foster anymore.
Sebastian
There is a nice old gentleman out in the world. His name is Bucky. Bucky is about nine years old. He has had some trouble with his fur. Bucky's fur was covered in magots and was matted all over his body. It was for the better but Bucky now looks like a lion. He could relate to our foster Sebastian. They both had to have their fur shaved because they were neglected. Bucky likes treats and he takes them very well. It's hard not to adore him. If you want to learn more about this senior, please watch his video and follow the link to see pictures of him with fur. Bucky
We have fall break this week. I'm not going anywhere but at least I get to relax. I'll do ordinary things like play with Legos or play with my dogs. I might get to go to my mum's office and geek out with one of her coworkers. Then I can also play some futbol or as the American's call it, soccer.
