This is Going To Hurt

We came back to track practice today from a weekend, which is always tough, but today my hip was bothering me, which made it worse. I went in to the locker rooms, changed, and came into the gym to stretch and warm-up. Our coaches came in and our head coach reminded us all to turn in our uniforms. A few of us went to get them and hand them in. After a few more announcements, she stood up and told us all that we had work extra hard today to make up for the weekend. I winced as I got up and thought This is going to hurt. And you know what? It did. But it was a good hurt.

-Heartland's Rosalinda

Track is Fun!

Three days ago, on Thursday, A.P. and I had a track meet. Our coach told us it was going to be cold and rainy, so we should dress appropriately. Cold and rainy: understatement of the century. It was freezing. When it was time for my 100 meter, I couldn't feel my hands. And rainy doesn't even begin to describe it. About halfway through there was hail. Pea-sized hail, but hail nonetheless. My feet were soaked, my hair was sopping, and I couldn't feel my fingers. People were huddled three to a blanket, not really caring who the other two people were as long as they had a pulse. It was canceled right after the 800m relay. Looking back now, it was really fun.

-Heartland's Rosalinda

Killer Kitty

I am sitting, frozen with fear, in front of the computer desk, hoping the kitty in my lap doesn't wake up. He jumped up on my lap while I was doing my homework and got all..........affectionate. I have some nice air flow going through my jeans now. He fell asleep but now I'm moving around on pins and needles so I don't wake up Loverboy here. Oh no. He's waking up.......

S.N.A.G.

Good Morning, America! Well, not really. Miss American Pie is still in bed, but I got up bright and early to tell you all how excited I am! I'm not quite sure why I'm excited, maybe it's because I knit my first S.N.A.G.(She Needs A Gentleman)rose. I'm planning on leaving a multitude of them all over town with a tag saying: "S.N.A.G. She Needs A Gentleman. Fill the need." I'm encouraging boys to be nice! And not rude to their girlfriends. Also, I'm giving them very useful advice. If you're a gentleman, you're much more likely to  get a girlfriend. Trust me. I'm a girl.

-Heartland's Rosalinda

Please Don't Feed the Animals

Welcome to the Big House. It's big and it's red. Go figure. It looks pretty charming and picteresque on the outside, but come in and please heed the warning: Don't feed the animals. And we mean the ones on two feet. They don't bite like the other ones but, dang, can they drive a girl crazy. Through crazy flute solos, chipmunk escapades, half-storms, pet hairballs, and other happenings of the Midwest, I manage to keep my wit about me and enjoy it, like a true cheesehead. And you thought the British were resilient. I may carry on, but keeping calm is overrated.

-Heartland's Rosalinda

           Now, don't take my sister too seriously. We really aren't that nuts. Of course we do have our moments, but I think most families are just boring. Besides we have  great fun here, like the loose chipmunk, and there is always great music, whether we are listening to our favorite artists or making the music ourselves. Both my sister and I have a passion for oldies, some of our favorites being Billy Joel, Don McLean, Journey, Genesis, Bon Jovi, and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, just to name a few. Rosalinda plays alto sax and I play oboe, flute, and piano (yes we are qualified band geeks, the band room is the best place in the world) . We are also bona fide Anglophiles. Living in the Midwest is actually brilliant, and living in the country in the Midwest is even better. Adventures abound on Hickory Hill, and here they will be recorded. Enjoy!

                                                    -Miss American Pie

P.S - My posts will always be in this font, and my sister's writing is infinitely better than mine, so you will always be able to tell the difference.

My sister is a lovely writer, flautist, pianist and many other things, don't let her tell you otherwise.

                                                                    





-Heartland's Rosalinda