The Day of Happiness

Busy streets are the last thing that I want to deal with when the holiday season comes. It all a bunch of grumpy people trying to get their last minutes shopping done. When running into someone in a store you don’t get, “Oh sorry for bumping into you, merry Christmas!” it is more like, “Watch where you’re going!”

People do not get that Christmas is not about what you buy or the deals that you get, it is coming home from a busy day at work and having a family that you love to make your day seem great even if it wasn’t. They just put a smile on your face the minute that you walk through the door, and you can’t help but to just be happy.

When Christmas is mentioned, what pops into the back of your head is “I can’t wait to see all of the presents under the tree!” When what should really pop into your head is, “I cannot wait to spend time with the people I love and all of the delicious food that I enjoy making with my family.” This is what really matters during the holiday season.

Christmas Eve is when all of the little kids cozy up with their parents and watch all of the Christmas movies that they can find. It is a day where kids from college remember the days when they were home all day. And last but not least, is it a day of relaxation for the parents who are tired from working almost every day of the week.

For little kids, Christmas day is the day when you wake up and see the snow piled up on the ground, and you go pounce on brothers and sisters to wake them up so that the day can continue although sometimes they are too stubborn to get up. For teens, Christmas is a day of sleeping in until noon until someone drags them out of bed. Now for parents on the other hand, they just get to run around chasing after little kids, and making all of the food.

This day that is supposed to be about love for Jesus and your family has turned into a day of presents and money, and that is just not right. Be thankful for what you have, because chances are, somebody out there is wishing that they had as much as you did. (404 words)

Christmas

The feeling that I feel when fit snows for the first time is so joyful. It looks magical, soft, fluffy, and it makes you want to jump in a big pile of it! Is it just me or do others feel the same way? I think that snow makes Christmas ten times better. Maybe I just think that because I have grown up with snow for Christmas almost every year, but I think without it, it just would not feel like Christmas.

 When my brother were not in college we would all go outside and have a giant snowball fight, and of course, the girls were never good at them, so the boys would have to pick up our slack. Their was also this game called the fox and the goose that we would play but I can’t remember how to play it because it has been such a long time. All of the game that we would play made Christmas way more fun for me as a kid, and I will probably keep playing them with my family when they are home until I get old and I am not able to play them anymore.

When Christmas comes, all of the family traditions start and it is always a fun and amazing time. One of my family’s traditions is that watch the movie Scrooge on Christmas Eve right before we go to sleep. Another one is that we eat a Christmas Eve dinner with just our family and it has to include party potatoes and sparkling grape juice of course. These little things that we do that you would not think mean that much, actually make experiences more exciting and fun.

I hope that all families have little special things that they do, because I know I sure enjoy them. I will most likely pass them down to my kids later in life and my nephews and nieces. Christmas is all about family and without family traditions, it does not really feel like it is about family at all, and that is why I enjoy them very much. I also love spreading the Christmas cheer and singing Christmas songs all day long because I love seeing the smiles that I bring to other people’s faces. (378 words).     

Alone

Ever looked at someone and think, I wonder why they are the way that they are? I seem to ask myself this question quite often and I just wish I knew they answer all of the time. One day I saw a lady sitting by herself at a restaurant and I felt so bad for her and I just wondered what had happened to her that caused her to eat alone. Maybe she has no family left, maybe her and her spouse broke up, maybe she never had the chance to make friends, and I mean anything could have happened to her.

When eating lunch at Kennedy High School I always take the time to thank all of the lunch ladies and lunch men because I want them to know how much I appreciate what they do. Getting older causes you to not be able to move around as well and that is why sometimes I feel sorry for them. I know I probably should not do that because some of them might like working there but I can’t help but to feel sorry for them. Seeing them work so hard and to get little appreciation is just so sad for me to see. And when I see them there, I always ask myself that same question, what caused them to work here? One day I would like to ask someone that just to see what their answer is but I don’t want to make anyone feel bad so I probably will not.

All of these examples are reasons why I would just like everyone to take a second to thank them as they walk by and clean the table, or give you the food that you are going to eat. I am thankful that I do not have to work there but hey, you never know what is going to happen in the future! I most likely will not end up like that but I am sure a lot of people will. Everyone should be thankful for what they have, because you could end up like someone that eats alone all of the time if you are not thankful. Also, eating alone is not always a bad thing, so If you like to eat alone, then no one should be able to judge you or think of you as a weird person, and that is why I look at people that work at different places and eat alone the same as I look at everyone else. (419 words).

What Winter is All About

When fall comes, everyone raves about how pretty and beautiful all of the colors are. Yet, when winter comes, everyone’s emotions become different because the trees look brittle and cold. That is why I am here today to blog about how great the winter really is. To start off, I would like to say that snow is a main factor of the beauty of winter and without it, it just does not feel right.

Currently, the date is December 6^th, 2012 and there is yet to have one single snowflake drop on the dark and dead grass. This is why this winter has not fully become winter yet. If it does not come by December 21^st, I will be so disappointed. You see, having grown up in Iowa, you are so used to the cold freezing snow that covers your yard and house that not having it is unthinkable. I mean after all, who doesn’t like cuddling up inside with five blankets wrapped around while watching one of your favorite movies? I know I sure love it.

Winter is also a time to just go outside on a sunny day and play in the glittering snow. Some overlook how delicate and fluffy the snow actually is. One of my favorite things to do in the snow in just to sit in it, make snow angels, and just look deep into the snow. Earlier in life I realized that I think of the strangest things while looking at the snow. I see my dog running around trying to steal my nephew’s hat while he runs away screaming and laughing. I see my childhood, particularly my brothers and I making snowmen in the front yard so that everyone can see how awesome our creative snowman is. I see family from all around the United States, no matter how far away coming together, whether it is by phone, or in person. And lastly, I see myself, trying to kick a soccer ball in two feet of snow, when I know in the back of my mind that it is not going to work out very well.

Some people look at winter as such a horrible season, but to me, it means so much more than just snow and random ugly trees that have no leaves. It means that I get to spend time with the people and the things that I love the most in life, and I could not ask for anything more. (413 words).

Inspiration

The question that always seems to pop up is who is my inspiration? Well it is a very easy question to answer, my brother. He is smart, kind, and is a good soccer player. I wish that someday, I could fill his shoes and go to a division 1 soccer program and make it to the final four of the NCAA tournament. Friday will be his game and I am so excited to watch I could almost pee my pants. My other brothers are a big part of my inspiration too. They both go to division 1 soccer programs just like my other brother. Although they are not ranked as high as him, I am still proud of them for everything that they have accomplished.

At times I get a bit sad when thinking about my brothers; I still try to think positive. You see, I rarely ever get to see them anymore. Christmas is usually the only time because they do not have soccer going on during their three or four week breaks from school. I wish they were home more, but hey, they are doing the thing that they love so who am I to complain that they are not ever home. Two of my brothers are transferring next year, I am nervous and excited because I know they are going to end up at better colleges that have better soccer programs, but I am not sure how far away they will be. I hope that it is somewhere that is somewhat close so that I can go and watch most of their games, but I will not be too disappointed if they go somewhere far as long as it is somewhere that they will love.

So yes, I am jealous of my brothers and look up to all of them, but not only am I jealous, I am proud, proud to be their sisters, proud to have grown up with them, and proud that I get to say, “Hey! Those are my brothers out there playing!” when they are playing in a game. I can only pray that I will be half as successful as them. (361 words)

Indoor Soccer

Indoor soccer, sounds fun right? Well from what I experienced this weekend, it was not very fun to play at times. Playing three games when you are out of shape is rough but I will still always do anything just to play a game of soccer. My team is pretty good but it is a coed team and we play in the men’s league. Sometimes it is so fun just to be as dirty as you want and tackle and hard as you want, but other times, the boys are huge, they are wienies to girls most of the time, and they think they are the best team to walk on earth. Those three things just make me mad about boys, because they should play as hard against girls, as they do against boys.

I will admit that they do intimidate me, but I still play like they are tiny compared to me, because it really helps me when playing. Although this weekend was not as good as it could have been, because we lost two out of our four games, but I still had fun while losing. I know what you are thinking, how can you have fun while losing? Well the thing is, is that soccer is a big part of my life, and if you do not enjoy the struggles that you go through, then you will never go far in that particular sport. Whether it is basketball, football, baseball, or any other sport, you should enjoy every little moment of play because just think about when you are older. When you are older, it is going to become very difficult to play because you may not be as quick and healthy as you were when you were younger.

As you can see, my love for soccer is very strong, and I hope to play soccer for a very long time. Without soccer, my life would not feel complete, and honestly, I am not sure what I would do with my life. That is why I will always be a fan of soccer, whether I am playing soccer, or not playing soccer, my love for it will always be strong.  

Look at players like Lampard, Rooney, and Drogba. They are all inspirations to little kids and grown ups all over the world, and someday I want that to be me. I know that I will probably never get to such a high level of soccer, but that is my dream, and that will be my dream until the day that I die. (427 words)