The Event of my Week

        When I woke up this morning at 9:00 AM, on my way into the living room, my eyes fell on the article on the front page of the People section in the Advocate: "Local players join U.S. team".  Scanning the picture descriptions for what it was, I found that it was quidditch.  This rung a bell in my mind because I had a friend who knew these people who got to go to London to play quidditch at the Olympics.  Of course, we were confused on if it meant as a sport or what, and it turns out that they played in an international tournament- the first one ever- in Oxford, England, before the London games.  Anyways, so I'm sitting on my hard wooden kitchen chair reading this article, when my dad comes in, and we shake hands good morning( just a thing we do) and he goes over to turn on the radio.  Now I'm reading about the players and listening to news on the after math of hurricane Isaac.  My dad says Baton Rouge was lucky because we were on the side of the hurricane with less rain and wind.  After that I went to go make some mint tea and let me tell you, it smelled refreshing.  So just as I start in my tea, my mom walked in. I now get to help with broken branches all over my yard.
        I get the big branches and my brother gets to do the smaller ones when he gets up.  Its around 9:15 AM or so that this happens.  Outside it smells like water, mud, and pine trees and there is a breeze outside which feels nice and the sun"s not so bad because there are clouds covering the sky.  I set to work.  So I go straight to the backyard- that's where all the trees are anyways, behind the fence.  Luckily they fall into our yard; not exactly the nicest animals live behind there.  So anyways, I find this big branch and I start bringing it down my driveway, but there's one problem: a basketball goal is lying right in the way and so is a huge brick pile.  After getting around all that, walking through all the mud in flip flops (what? I think they're comfy and my feet were getting muddy anyway) - we just got a pool and theres still a lot of dirt instead of grass- and then down my driveway 4 times with 4 different branches, one of them a part of a pine tree that fell from my neighbors yard.  The sap was all sticky and red and is still stuck on parts of my hands.  After this my mom and I go to the back again and she tells me I can jump in the pool to feel less disgusting from all the mud and dirt and tree parts all over me, so I do. Its around  9:45 or so now.
        Now see, I forgot that rain makes a pool colder.  It was freezing but I still swam around for a few minutes to try and fell more refreshed, which worked.  I get out and my mom brought out a towel and my laptop so I could write this.  I get something in my eye so I dunk my head under water to get it out- I'm not about to use my tree sap- covered hands.  Second time in the pool today.  My hair kept on dripping on the keyboard and I had to watch my dog because the fence isn't able to close and she wants to always be around my mom who went back to the front and that's when a huge bumble bee decides to land right on my shirt.  I didn't notice it at first but then I looked down for some reason and there it was, just crawling around on my wet shirt.  I didn't know what to do, I've never been stung by a bee before and didn't plan on it being today, so I screamed.  I screamed for my mom ( if you think that's childish or silly, you obviously don't know me very well).  My dog came running and she- or as it seemed to me- tried to calm me down by sitting there and making me pet her by putting her head under my arm and lifting it.  After a few minutes my mom is back in the backyard and I'm a mess, I'm crying and hyperventilating I don't know where the bee went because I had towels on my lap and lost track of it.  Shes oblivious to the fact that I had been frozen there for a few minutes, calling her name.  I tell her theres a bee and she helps me up and looks me over to make sure its not there and then tells me to "jump in the pool.  Drown the sucker or whatever you want to call him,"which made me laugh.  So for the third time today I jumped in the pool. 
        I'm still freaked out after so I move to sit under the gazebo in a lawn chair.  Of course, with my creepy crawly luck, ants and spiders show up on the chair and I move inside, passing a bird house that was wasp infested which got me thinking of one of my moms friends who found some sort of bee or wasp nest in the ground of his backyard unluckily- he mowed over it with his lawnmower, something my dad has done before apparently- and got attacked.  That night he went out and poured gasoline all over the nest and lit it with a match.  Needless to say all of the bugs died.  My mom just used wasp spray though, so theres no big burnt spot on our patio.  All of this ended right around 10:15, so a little over an hour, oops.  Well two hours later I'm inside, still wet, and about to go make some tea because it was cold when I came back. That is, after I finish up some more work outside. Toodleoo!( that's a neat word, is it not? ha ha) well goodbye!:)