Go Pack Go!

Yes, the Packers, my favorite football team. We just barely won, by what my Dad says. Now here is the story.

Sunday night, first game of the season, bag of chips, a bowl of salsa. We're watching the game, all smily becasue, the Packers are kicking butt (not to mention the great interception by Jolly!) Then we start to fall back, a lot. Uh oh.

Now I, though a loyal Packers fan, don't enjoy the yelling from my dad following a bad play, so I retreat to my room around mid-game. I wake up in the morning to ask my dad how the game went, and goody-goody-gumdrops, we won! So now that's all I have for today, as school was dull, as was home. Wait, I do have a slight comment or two. My mom has streap and tonselitous, me and Jordan (my baby sister that is 9, not a baby,) have a cold, and last but certainly not least, dad is so fed up with us trying to get out of school that he made us a bet, well, no, more of a compitition.

Last one to stay home sick gets a prize, a big prize, such as my lovely digital tablet that I want so bad. I can do it easily, first off, even though I get sick often and easy, I have high pain tolerance, and I have strong will power. Kristen on the other hand cries when she gets poked. She doesn't get sick often, but when she does, my God, she wouldn't be able to handle school. Jordan is fragile like Kristen, so have this win in the bag. I think my parents whole idea behind this is to stop us from over-reacting sometimes. Like the time I stayed home from a soar throught.

Yours in illness,

Casey Lynn

Oi, I haven't written in a while.

Between school, homework, chores, other random things that come on my list before blogging, I'm amazed that I'm on right now! Let's go through my week then, shall we. Let's hope I remember it...

Tuesday:
...Not sure, *thinks waaaaay back* I went to school, did some stuff, went home, did a mountain of homework for 4 hours. Yay?

Wednesday:
Okay, I remember Wednesday fine. I was beat up by R3, multiple times, um, I was verbally abused by R5, as usual, and I got hit in the head with a volley ball, again and again and again, then I went home and did homework for 3 hour.

Thursday:
A mild version of Wednesday, with waaaaay less homework, oh and I had a late English assignment, because I neglected to write it down, and then forgot about it.

Friday:
I was late for algebra, because I had stayed up till four reading a very good book, and then slept in, R3 hit me in the back, R5 smacked me with her lunch box a few times, R5 also verbally abused me, I caught 3/5 footballs in gym (I'm so proud, normally I'm very bad at sports, unless it's catching and throwing, then I'm good. I would have had 4/5 but I stumbled a bit on the last one and dropped it,) I lost in football, again. Even with the best player on my team, I dropped a low pass and R5 had to scream at me for that too, and called me a cocky lier (because I had said I was glad about catching 3/5 footballs in gym, keep in mind that those where long, high passes, I'm bad at catching low balls, high ones I can do.)
Then I went home, finished my book, neglected to do my homework because that's what Sundays are for. The End.

So that was my week, I left out Monday because I had no school that day (love labor day!) so nothing eventful happened.

That brings us all to today. I fell asleep in my cloaths the night before, then I woke up, ate, went on the computer all day, ate again, and here I am.
Exciting, isn't it?

I know it's not, but I assure you, Sunday will be better because I will be cleaning, and that is always interesting 'cause most of the time I face some unknown horror, such as a mountain of dog crap.

Quietly yours,
Casey Lynn