Football is finally over. But instead of walking away in shame because we lost every game, we end the season in glory. Our team had 8 wins and 0 losses. Which means that we won the trophy and three bottles of sparkling cider, which we promptly sprayed everywhere. I was the first one however to think of drinking it.
Over all this year has been a good year for the Belschner.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
The Broken finger and the Hospital
It all began when I was playing at my friend Curran's house. We were having a ball playing Punt & tackle. The goal of the game was to tackle the guy that you kick the ball to. Well, we played this for a little bit but then, just as it was time to go in, it happened. After Curran had failed to tackle me many times in a row, he decided to trip me the next time I got the ball. Well his scheme worked. I got the ball, ran at full speed and right as I was passing him he stuck his leg out and tripped me. When I fell, I heard my finger crack and when I got up and looked at my finger I couldn't help notice that it was bent sideways. "Oops." said Curran with a shaky grin. Not long after that the swelling began. It grew larger and larger until I thought it might explode. Fortunately Mrs. McQuade got and ice pack on it before it was too late.
That night my Dad and I went to the emergency room and found out that it was indeed broken. “I’m afraid that your finger is fractured." said the doctor, "However, it is out of place and is slightly deformed. We could leave it as it is but if we do that it will always be a little bit crooked. “My Dad decided that we hadn't waited two hours just to get a splint. So he said "Sure go ahead and yank on his finger, although it would be good fore his curveball." So the doctor got out his needle, supposedly to deaden the pain of the yanking. He had to put the needle almost all the way through my hand twice, once on each side of the bottom knuckle. then as it became numb the doctor grabbed my finger and yanked it sideways until I heard it crack back in place. They put a splint on my finger and are giving it four weeks four weeks to heal.
To the boy out there who broke my finger, I forgive you.
That night my Dad and I went to the emergency room and found out that it was indeed broken. “I’m afraid that your finger is fractured." said the doctor, "However, it is out of place and is slightly deformed. We could leave it as it is but if we do that it will always be a little bit crooked. “My Dad decided that we hadn't waited two hours just to get a splint. So he said "Sure go ahead and yank on his finger, although it would be good fore his curveball." So the doctor got out his needle, supposedly to deaden the pain of the yanking. He had to put the needle almost all the way through my hand twice, once on each side of the bottom knuckle. then as it became numb the doctor grabbed my finger and yanked it sideways until I heard it crack back in place. They put a splint on my finger and are giving it four weeks four weeks to heal.
To the boy out there who broke my finger, I forgive you.
Friday, November 03, 2006
My Freind Curran
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My friend Curran Is in the middle of this picture)
I have a friend named Curran. Although he isn't the brightest fellow he still is my friend. If you have read his blog and read what he posted about me, don't believe him. His post has nothing but lies in it and isn't worthy to be read by the public. Anyway back to Curran. Curran is a strange person. One time he pretended to be an orc and took a ladder and climbed up on his neighbor's balcony. This boy loves Lord of the Rings, and when he gets talking about it you just can't stop him. Sadly this boy is going to die soon. A tragic cooking "accident" is probably going to occur and I'm afraid that it is going to fatal. There are many more strange and frightening things about Curran, but I simply don't have the time to write them all.
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My friend Curran Is in the middle of this picture)I have a friend named Curran. Although he isn't the brightest fellow he still is my friend. If you have read his blog and read what he posted about me, don't believe him. His post has nothing but lies in it and isn't worthy to be read by the public. Anyway back to Curran. Curran is a strange person. One time he pretended to be an orc and took a ladder and climbed up on his neighbor's balcony. This boy loves Lord of the Rings, and when he gets talking about it you just can't stop him. Sadly this boy is going to die soon. A tragic cooking "accident" is probably going to occur and I'm afraid that it is going to fatal. There are many more strange and frightening things about Curran, but I simply don't have the time to write them all.
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