Month: February 2015

Family Road Trips

Nothing can be worse than family road trips. You’re all crammed in a car with all your siblings and luggage. They’re yelling and screaming for you to put your feet off their chair. You’re yelling back there is no room for them. Then your parents get mad with all the noise and blame it all on you.

After so many hours you get restless and wish you were out with your friends and not stuck in a car. The worst part is when you fall asleep for awhile, and when you wake up your feet are a sleep. When they start to tingle you can’t do anything about it, because you can’t move any where.

Road trips with the family are so boring. After a while of playing games, reading, or talking it gets really tiring. All I want to do is move around, but I can’t. I can’t stretch my legs, and I have to listen to all the kid moves my little brothers’ pick out. In conclusion I don’t hate road trips, but they definitely get boring and tiring as they go along. Some people may like road trips, but all the yelling, being uncomfortable, and getting bored throughout the entire trip isn’t for me.


Steamboat Springs greghartmann via Compfight

The first family vacation I ever went on was to Steamboat, Colorado. I will never forget how much fun I had on that vacation.

It was my first time to go skiing. There are so many good and funny memories of my first time to ski in Steamboat. All the times I totally wiped out and landed on the snow with my face were some of best memories.

I can also remember the house we stayed in. It was huge! I loved how some things in Steamboat can be really big, but then other things are so small. The airport in Steamboat is tiny compared to the one in Austin. It was so small that when we landed, we had to get out outside and walk into the airport.

When we were there, they got a lot of snow, and it was so so cold. I had to wear a lot of clothes just to feel comfortable. Especially when we went tubing on the snow. My fingers nearly froze off.

I will never forget my trip to Steamboat, Colorado. I had so much fun. I will definitely find a way to get back there!


Official 2010 FIFA World Cup match ball mikkelz via Compfight

If you know me well you would know that I play on a very highly ranked soccer team. We did really good in our previous season, so they decided to move our team up to a harder level. We just picked back up after the holiday break. We have already been a part of a tournament and had two other games.

This next weekend is supposed to be the real test of our teams ability. We will have not one, but two games back to back in brenham Texas. Then the next two following weekends we will do the same. Wish us luck!

Down by 3

16-19. We were down by 3 points. I glanced at the clock. Five more seconds, until the end of the game. I thought in no way could we win. The best we could do was tie and go into overtime.

I motioned my hands toward my teammate. “Here—here—here,” I yelled.  She saw me from the other side of the court. She blasted the ball into my hands. My frozen cold hands. I took the ball from my firm grip, and began to dribble down the court.

The crowd was cheering. “Go! Go! Go!” I sped up my sprint down the court. My heart was pounding, my legs were wobbling, my hands were trembling.  I reached the three point line.

Two seconds remaining.

I take one step over the three point line, then one step back and shoot. The crowd goes silent. This is it the final shot that would determine if we still have a chance to win. The ball reaches the rim of the hoop. It circles around and around the rim until…the ball drops in.

BUZZ!!! The game ends. Everyone cheers. Then our coach calls us over, and starts telling us the next group of girls that were going out to play. What? I was thinking.  Why is she?  Oh.  I then realized it was only the third quarter.

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