"Maria Gets a Facebook" writing class assignment 2
Maria Gets a Facebook
Monday, April 19, 2010
Hello World!
So Ive finally figured out how to type on Moms computer. I wonder why she calls this glowing blue thing a mouse? It looks nothing like the real thing.
Anyway, my name is Maria. My moms name is Fallon. Mom adopted me last year. Her friend, Heather, drove me from the trailer park I was born in to Moms house. Mom lives with her dad, Kip. There are two D-O-G-S here. At first, I wasnt sure about them, but for dogs, theyre okay. The big gold one is Dalilah. Shes in charge of Bryan, Moms brother. The small and hyper one is my buddy, Lola. Shes in charge of Moms sister, Kayla. Then, theres me and Mom.
Mom drives this chair on wheels that goes kinda fast. Sometimes, I get to lay on her backpack and go for a ride with her. What do the humans call that crazy thing, anyway?
Mom loves me a lot, so she lets me do stuff the D-O-G-S dont get to do. Her friends say she spoils me. Spoiled is such an ugly word. I prefer the term entitled. I eat by her computer and even lay on it. She gives me treats and shares her human food with me. I follow her around the house, too. Sometimes, she lets me sit in the chair with her. She even let me keep a jingle bell ornament I knocked off the Christmas tree last year. Its my favorite toy. Mom and me hang out a lot. She plays with me every day. When she pets me, she tells me Im pretty.
Mom does some weird stuff though! Sometimes, she falls down. When she falls, I go up to her and nudge or lick her to make sure shes okay. I dont leave till I see her start to get in her chair. Watching my human fall is scary, but she always gets back up. Sometimes, Mom stays in bed all day because light hurts her. I dont know why that happens either, but it really upsets her. On those days, I check on her too. When shes really sick, I go in her room and just lay next to her. It makes her smile, and seeing my mom smile makes me really happy. When Moms sad, I let her hold me extra long-even though I really wanna chase Lola around. Holding me makes my human mommy happy, and that makes me happy too. Mommy and me take care of each other. Its a lot of work, but we dont care. I heart her, and she hearts me.
Even though I love my mom, we dont always get along. Lola is gone a lot with Kayla, and a kitten gets bored after a while. I get in trouble a lot. Im not allowed on the table. Im not allowed on the counters. Im not allowed to play with Kips sponges. Theres a lot Im not allowed to do now that I think about it. Moms not as fast as her dad, so I have fun with her. Ill jump on the table, and go to the corner thats furthest away from Mom. Then, I just sit there and wait. Just as Moms about to grab me, I jump to the floor. It frustrates her, but I think its funny. If she catches me, she puts me in the pet carrier. I hate that thing! Its so small! I dont like small spaces. Being in the carrier means either a.) Ive made Mom really mad, or b.) THE VET! Yuck! Just typing that makes my whiskers stand on end!
Mom says someday well move out to an apartment. Id like that. I hate to admit it, but Id miss the dogs-especially Lola. Now that Ive learned how to type, I wonder what else I can do! Maybe I can order cat nip with this stroke of human genius! Hey, if I can type, anythings possible! Nah! Internet shopping requires thumbs. Ill have Mommy do it for me!
Love and Kitten Kisses,
Maria
Monday, April 19, 2010
Hello World!
So Ive finally figured out how to type on Moms computer. I wonder why she calls this glowing blue thing a mouse? It looks nothing like the real thing.
Anyway, my name is Maria. My moms name is Fallon. Mom adopted me last year. Her friend, Heather, drove me from the trailer park I was born in to Moms house. Mom lives with her dad, Kip. There are two D-O-G-S here. At first, I wasnt sure about them, but for dogs, theyre okay. The big gold one is Dalilah. Shes in charge of Bryan, Moms brother. The small and hyper one is my buddy, Lola. Shes in charge of Moms sister, Kayla. Then, theres me and Mom.
Mom drives this chair on wheels that goes kinda fast. Sometimes, I get to lay on her backpack and go for a ride with her. What do the humans call that crazy thing, anyway?
Mom loves me a lot, so she lets me do stuff the D-O-G-S dont get to do. Her friends say she spoils me. Spoiled is such an ugly word. I prefer the term entitled. I eat by her computer and even lay on it. She gives me treats and shares her human food with me. I follow her around the house, too. Sometimes, she lets me sit in the chair with her. She even let me keep a jingle bell ornament I knocked off the Christmas tree last year. Its my favorite toy. Mom and me hang out a lot. She plays with me every day. When she pets me, she tells me Im pretty.
Mom does some weird stuff though! Sometimes, she falls down. When she falls, I go up to her and nudge or lick her to make sure shes okay. I dont leave till I see her start to get in her chair. Watching my human fall is scary, but she always gets back up. Sometimes, Mom stays in bed all day because light hurts her. I dont know why that happens either, but it really upsets her. On those days, I check on her too. When shes really sick, I go in her room and just lay next to her. It makes her smile, and seeing my mom smile makes me really happy. When Moms sad, I let her hold me extra long-even though I really wanna chase Lola around. Holding me makes my human mommy happy, and that makes me happy too. Mommy and me take care of each other. Its a lot of work, but we dont care. I heart her, and she hearts me.
Even though I love my mom, we dont always get along. Lola is gone a lot with Kayla, and a kitten gets bored after a while. I get in trouble a lot. Im not allowed on the table. Im not allowed on the counters. Im not allowed to play with Kips sponges. Theres a lot Im not allowed to do now that I think about it. Moms not as fast as her dad, so I have fun with her. Ill jump on the table, and go to the corner thats furthest away from Mom. Then, I just sit there and wait. Just as Moms about to grab me, I jump to the floor. It frustrates her, but I think its funny. If she catches me, she puts me in the pet carrier. I hate that thing! Its so small! I dont like small spaces. Being in the carrier means either a.) Ive made Mom really mad, or b.) THE VET! Yuck! Just typing that makes my whiskers stand on end!
Mom says someday well move out to an apartment. Id like that. I hate to admit it, but Id miss the dogs-especially Lola. Now that Ive learned how to type, I wonder what else I can do! Maybe I can order cat nip with this stroke of human genius! Hey, if I can type, anythings possible! Nah! Internet shopping requires thumbs. Ill have Mommy do it for me!
Love and Kitten Kisses,
Maria
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Sooooooooooo cute!
thanks! pegi (my teacher) says i need to flush it out more and give maria and the dogs more to do. she says it\'s a lot of tell. but that was kind of the point. the idea was that it was supposed to be maria\'s blog. the pretty little fuzz ball is foever on my desk and my laptop. she walks acress my keyboard and IM\'s my friends. it sounds crazy, but i\'m not making it up.so i thought, \"what if...\" \"how does she see the world?\" glad you like it.