She receives the pass outside the eighteen yard line, turns, and takes a hesitant touch.  Glancing up, she sees that the defender's shape is poor.  The ball starts to go in front of her, but before it is out of reach she cuts it back by using the outside of her right foot.  The defender in front of her stumbles slightly, giving her just the right window of opportunity and amount of time to get her shot off.

*cue dramatic heartbeat music*

Head down, hips positioned, step taken, left toes aimed toward the goal, right cleat pointed down, she strikes.  The shot fires into the lower left corner.

*cue the crowd cheering*

GOALLL
GOALASO
GOALISIMO
GOal
goAL
GoaL
gOAl

We ended up winning.


Sorry for not posting recently,  I've been slightly sidetracked with this thing called life (school, family, friends, sports, work, college applications).
Yipee.

May I rant?
You sure you don't mind?

So for Health I am writing my research paper on why In Vitro Fertilization is bad.  I'm totally going to kill this paper because I'm having so much fun reading about it.  Learning about making babies is pretty awe-inspiring.  For those of you who aren't informed, In Vitro is when man's sperm fertilizes the woman's eggs in a petri dish.  In other words, fertilization occurs outside the womb.  As a Catholic, I believe that life begins at the moment of conception.  God infuses a soul to the human being at this exact moment.  Back to In Vitro, the embryos, babies, of the best quality are than transplanted back inside the woman's womb.  What happens to the other fertilized eggs (BABIES)? Oh no big deal, says science, they just get to freeze until we need them.  It sickens me, it really does.  So many precious lives never given the opportunity to live, treated like they are just another science experiment instead of unique individuals. Even once inside the woman's womb, the babies still aren't guaranteed life.  It is very common for a baby to be terminated if it is seen as weak.  Does anyone else not see the Communist mentality of "genetic manipulation, ends justifying the means, and biological evolution" (Government, 29) behind In Vitro?  See God designed reproduction the way He did for a reason.  With In Vitro, science plays God.
Not good.

End of rant.

Have a great day and thanks for listening to me!

Robyn

The dog

Have I?...
Did I?...
Should I?...

Mention the fact that my crazy family added a dog to the mixture.  Correction: we added a nutty puppy who loves to get into mischief more than all of my 6 brothers combined.

Hold up, did I just say 6 brothers? Yep, you got it straight.

Anyway, you might be wondering what the deal is with this puppy.  I told you, didn't I? She's crazy!
In the past week alone she has disturbed the neighborhood and gotten out our yard 3 times.  As in, we have a panic attack that she will be run over by a car and so everyone in the house rushes out to capture the dog.  She's mischievous and thinks it's all a game.
Great game, Bailes.
Oh, her name is Bailey Anne Christmas btw.
'Bailey' for George Bailey and Bailey's irish cream!  'Anne' because my mom's Confirmation Saint is St. Anne (you know you're Catholic when you name your dog after a Saint ha ha).  And finally, 'Christmas' because, surprise!, she showed up in our lives on Christmas morning.  As in, she was abandoned at our Church and we literally took her in *tear* out of the kindness of our hearts.  Our poor, helpless, innocent puppy who made us fall for her in .01 seconds.  She's mischievous alright! Little did we know the adventure that is Bailey we were embarking upon last Christmas!

It has taken 6-7 months to potty train her.
She's a mutt and probably has some interesting genes going on.
She gets into trouble approximately every second of every day.
I'm just kidding about that part.
She barks at inanimate objects.
I'm not kidding about that part.
She gets frustrated with squirrels and is unsocial around other dogs.
Get it? Unsocial homeschoolers = Unsocial dog. Ha. Ha. Ha.
She's lots of fun to go running with.
She's like Marley from "Marley and Me" when you try to take her on a walk.
And shh don't tell her I said this, but she's kinda cute.


You wanna see pictures?

This is how we were first introduced to Bailey on Christmas.  After Christmas morning mass we saw everyone huddled around this cardboard box and this is how she looked.  How could we not?

 Another funny story is that when we first got Bailey she was so little that we didn't know if she was going to make it.  We didn't know if she had problems and if that was why she was abandoned so we didn't want to touch her too much.  So that's kinda an excuse, but because we didn't really look we just assumed that she was a he.  We first named "him" dasher....Than our neighbors came over, had no fear of holding the 6 week old puppy, and promptly told us that he was a she.  And she's been Bailey ever since then.  This is her having her first meal of puppy chow that we got at CVS - the only pet store open on Christmas!

Bailey now with mud on her face and paws:

Do you see what we got ourselves into?