tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17870348830832658022024-03-19T03:09:51.060-07:00Laurel's SpaceLaurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961324659836194744noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-49953015779890110802012-01-31T15:40:00.000-08:002012-01-31T15:41:13.093-08:00Hurricane Deadly<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLwZi-1z41pPZ3sxaWBBhhcTWBKnuVa7HkopcT8V4GNJL9rjbfAXZkuQe-WimzvoH73VY4QiMw3yV9fLM2gV9dr-Ay3XK5w3uYQ2OEHZLqh6Fsff-pobroIMcwsk0DqUiyCi5-0UYRrQC/s1600/Agamemnon-in-storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLwZi-1z41pPZ3sxaWBBhhcTWBKnuVa7HkopcT8V4GNJL9rjbfAXZkuQe-WimzvoH73VY4QiMw3yV9fLM2gV9dr-Ay3XK5w3uYQ2OEHZLqh6Fsff-pobroIMcwsk0DqUiyCi5-0UYRrQC/s320/Agamemnon-in-storm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“Pull the sails, there is a hurricane coming!” Yelled, Captain Truldigger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Captain, Captain, what will I do?” I asked. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ya ain’t doin’ nu’n it’s too dangerous up there, you’re going to the lower deck with Ma and the baby.” He said. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I ran down the rickety stairs. Usually I take my time going down the stairs looking at the prize pictures on the wall but now I couldn’t. When I got down the stairs I couldn’t believe my eyes, water was everywhere!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“Aaaah!” I screamed. Ma and the baby were gone! I ran back up the stairs and yelled “The lower deck is gone and so is Ma and the baby!” But when I opened my eyes expecting to see a sad Captain but nobody was there.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I apparently passed out because when I opened my eyes I wasn’t on a broken boat in a screaming ocean anymore, I was stranded on a tropical island. There was jungle as far as the eye could see. “Where am I?” I whispered to myself. “MA!” I yelled into the forest “nuts, no answer.” I growled. “MA!” I called again then I got an answer. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“What ya yelling ‘bout? No people will hear ya, you know that right?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“Me? Me well I am Bill memba?” Then out of the forest came the ugliest looking man I have ever seen and that is actually saying something since I am a pirate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“Wow, that is a nice Boat you got there” the nutty man said. I turned around and half of the boat was still there. “I’ll let you live with me if you let me put your fancy stuff in my house if you like to.” He said. “Well….ok.” I said gleefully because now I have family again but just thinking about that made me want to cry but I was able to hold it in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">One day I fixed the ship and sailed away to foreign countries to get married and get a job so when I went to America I met a beautiful woman named Anne and I grew up to be a great father.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The End</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-12149515577656522222012-01-31T15:33:00.000-08:002012-01-31T15:33:33.704-08:00The Unsinkable Ship<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTgh5vz6xPCkPBdxJjF_XISRBSWwlSidBLG-C_Xa6b0Gi62GUQ-Bn3mkKe4qvhN1J3q4WUP515_HK6WEcc1wrTaKLu4ztx1F5Z-4zPGs1Lbk1DKwxykAYPRfFPcFDWf36k3b2W3PZCKOQ/s1600/300px-RMS_Titanic_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTgh5vz6xPCkPBdxJjF_XISRBSWwlSidBLG-C_Xa6b0Gi62GUQ-Bn3mkKe4qvhN1J3q4WUP515_HK6WEcc1wrTaKLu4ztx1F5Z-4zPGs1Lbk1DKwxykAYPRfFPcFDWf36k3b2W3PZCKOQ/s1600/300px-RMS_Titanic_3.jpg" /></a></div>They called it unsinkable, and it sunk. They wanted to go to America safe and sound, and they didn’t. Hundreds of lives lost, moms, dads, grandparents, children, dead, on the Titanic. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Bang, clang, vrrr. The engine of the Titanic started with the sound of a car purring, Dad waved at us and smiled, nearly hidden by all the other people. He promised that he will come to America with us when he could. “Sometime soon.” I hoped. Mom said we could bring one toy onto the Titanic. My brother, Escar, brought his marbles and I brought my doll, Mary.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Titanic was the loveliest ship I have ever seen. I looked around as I walked on the top deck of the ship. Beautiful flowers bloomed in expensive glass pots, the name of the ship was engraved in gold on the side of the ship. I was very excited; I couldn’t wait to get to our room!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38gSMJID4C9VkdZSMrluDabTNBWAxccF735f4QSSFGbQu7JX0irQNSgcY5AIaY1vRh65vVE7eS0fUDkjmN2w3QOiII-MavPjGj3drT_99GRG4exvL3lQRY3nJSaE1xXcsCKgpSMyItdxg/s1600/early_1900s_girl_with_her_doll_postcard-p239691034585446181z85wg_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38gSMJID4C9VkdZSMrluDabTNBWAxccF735f4QSSFGbQu7JX0irQNSgcY5AIaY1vRh65vVE7eS0fUDkjmN2w3QOiII-MavPjGj3drT_99GRG4exvL3lQRY3nJSaE1xXcsCKgpSMyItdxg/s320/early_1900s_girl_with_her_doll_postcard-p239691034585446181z85wg_400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Today mom took us on a tour of the Titanic, everything looked so beautiful like the carpet in the dining room felt like I was standing on a cloud and in the main hall there was a golden chandelier! It was nine o’clock so we got in our beds and went to sleep.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was12:00 midnight, Escar was shaking me “Mom said to get to the top deck immediately,” he hissed. I just mumbled to myself and started to follow him. The carpet was squishy and wet, when we got out of our room the water was an inch high!</div><div class="MsoNormal">“What did the plumbing.” I said to myself to make me feel better because I was really scared. When we got to the top deck mom was waiting there for us. She told us to get in the lifeboats so we did, she didn’t.</div><div class="MsoNormal">People were screaming and jumping off the side of the Titanic as the lifeboats floated away. We saw mom standing on the cracked deck of the Titanic as still as a statue, tears streaming down her face. She was holding Mary. The freezing water gushed at her waist, then we didn’t hear screams anymore. The Titanic was gone, so was my mom. </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-36068555181478283632012-01-26T13:11:00.000-08:002012-01-26T13:11:10.542-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-ywnNNNZiDKxLfT7ZCd3et5ps-tv08GUopFekQnb8fZndOQLB2SDZVBEjtbesN8_EAU8wFDjAAnn2iQvC60WA9opwyK2LyyAcXTC3O9NxzqoA9O2laCavCA4VGOkTaqhXj_LeeNBqnV7/s1600/Laurel+Land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-ywnNNNZiDKxLfT7ZCd3et5ps-tv08GUopFekQnb8fZndOQLB2SDZVBEjtbesN8_EAU8wFDjAAnn2iQvC60WA9opwyK2LyyAcXTC3O9NxzqoA9O2laCavCA4VGOkTaqhXj_LeeNBqnV7/s320/Laurel+Land.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Clangs, clang, Aaaaaah, yum, are the sounds you hear in Disneyland. Cotton candy, ice cream cookies, popcorn, are the smells you smell in Disneyland. But what if I owned Disneyland?</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Scream ,</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">yeahhhh,</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">wooh hooooo,</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">splash , awesome, now that is my Disneyland because my Disneyland is awesome , my Disneyland is free, that is right </span><u><span style="font-size: large;">free </span></u><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">because free means more people, more people means more hungry people,</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">more hungry people means more people going to my restaurants, gift shops, and Hotels , and that means more money than ever before! My Disneyland is awesome!</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What!? I am going to have sell Disneyland?!”</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yup, you’re flat on broke.” said Mr.Smedrid.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwVCDgR4LNcQoL_5A5mBzItT5Zh_YWs46l665aEvPUjRr1VzE9dwS7HdVm2jqex1rx4F5klcYe62qXreKZ-qTptvGpEaPbjeyqjuRH4tJCsG68OZA-o5bXpTOF4LREQGPAct5SQwuVu1p/s1600/Laurel+Land+tshirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwVCDgR4LNcQoL_5A5mBzItT5Zh_YWs46l665aEvPUjRr1VzE9dwS7HdVm2jqex1rx4F5klcYe62qXreKZ-qTptvGpEaPbjeyqjuRH4tJCsG68OZA-o5bXpTOF4LREQGPAct5SQwuVu1p/s320/Laurel+Land+tshirt.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Noooo!” </span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh sorry see less people came because there is a new amusement park across the street called Samyland and less people means less money and I have to sell Disneyland.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today is the sad day I Laurel Davis has to sell Disneyland. Mr. Smedrid laughed an evil laugh “Bwa ha ha ha, I guess the famous Laurel Davis owner of Disneyland has to sell Disneyland and live in a small house lonely and normal!” </span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then a bunch of people wearing “I love Laurel Davis” shirts came charging in yelling “I want Disneyland!” The rides started running and I made millions. </span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Whose going to live on the streets now Smedrid ” then the guards carried him away.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now that is my Disneyland.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-71290844244205847822011-08-11T09:53:00.000-07:002011-08-11T09:56:56.926-07:00The girl and the Centaur - Chapter ONE<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> CHAPTER ONE - The Centaur Named Apple </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day a girl named Elizabeth (everybody just calls her Ellie) was walking to the store as her mother asked , then she heard a sound ,”BOO!”Then her sister Joey popped out of nowhere and yelled “did I scare ya??” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>over and over and over again , “ Joey what are you doing here?”said Ellie “Mommy said I can come too don’t you remember?” said Joey “Oh yeah.” said Ellie,”Ooh a hors . . . what in the world?” said Joey. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What is i . . . whoa”, there standing right in front of them was a horse /human, a centaur. “A centaur." whispered Ellie; “A what?” whispered Joey. “Sorry to break your conversation but it’s rude to point and stare.” said the centaur. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh sorry,</span> <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">we were just leaving, let’s go Joe.” “I didn’t say you can go.” said the centaur. ”I am looking for two girls named Elizabeth and Johana Huggins.” said the Centaur holding up a paper and putting on glasses. “Well, call me Joey, nice to meet ya Mr. Mr. hey, you never told us your name centaur?” “Well I thought, why do you need to know?” said the Centaur “Well now we need to know.” said Ellie and Joey “If you have to know, my name is Apple.” Said the centaur “Cough , cough , chuckle , chuckle .” laughed Ellie and Joey “Hey, it’s not funny.” said<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apple “I bet if you were a colt and your farmer thought you were a foal your name would be Apple too.” said Apple angrily. ”Oh sorry it just seemed funny at first.” said Ellie then she nudged Joey. She was looking off in another direction at a toy shop window with a new Barbie in it. ”Oh what? Oh yeah, sorry.” said Joey “Well we got to go.“ <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>said Apple. ”Your Mother and Father are already there, here get on my back.” said Apple. “Mommy.” said Joey.”I don’t have a Father?” Said Ellie .They both climbed onto Apples back and then Apple ran really fast, then he ran into a forest and stopped at a clearing, Ellie and Joey saw 13 centaurs and they saw their mother standing with the 13th centaur who was handsome but they did not recognize him. </span></div><br />
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-43035738704131281092010-12-12T18:51:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:51:20.554-08:00I am NOT a Turkey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbQwQt7C1I_mk8BoRLKYUj1hZgpnIIMNfNZA_h3IAiy1m-f8oCedABdQqowiWhIMVdv1po-RDhozJlznDDQXk61Wrq7yltE8aRi-T_k4uczHZnLkY5VtwH6D1wlqc7fbBLVGKO73coC4r/s1600/not+a+turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbQwQt7C1I_mk8BoRLKYUj1hZgpnIIMNfNZA_h3IAiy1m-f8oCedABdQqowiWhIMVdv1po-RDhozJlznDDQXk61Wrq7yltE8aRi-T_k4uczHZnLkY5VtwH6D1wlqc7fbBLVGKO73coC4r/s200/not+a+turkey.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I am a turkey, I mean not. I'm a little girl, see I have hair on my head. Turkey's "gobble" don't have hair "gobble." I have a dress and matching shoes, "gobble." See? I have lips, "gobble." Turkey's don't have, "gobble" lips, they have beaks. See? And do, "gobble" Turkey's have clothes? "Gobble."</span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-62286710141805269212010-10-19T19:14:00.000-07:002010-10-19T19:14:19.536-07:00Laurel!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tv4WEhRzd1e0um-MxNB9EYfgpQB0DAg-v-wZiUneyz4VYKvxTSG_5Z5XNQb3mC0aJa_B4MqX1JK57stItjqvhMCwHjb5bPDXaOkonmx9DPFqMYJE-_UTVVhPXjqukGBztTkg6ZUPBATE/s1600/Laurel+Elizabeth+Davis.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tv4WEhRzd1e0um-MxNB9EYfgpQB0DAg-v-wZiUneyz4VYKvxTSG_5Z5XNQb3mC0aJa_B4MqX1JK57stItjqvhMCwHjb5bPDXaOkonmx9DPFqMYJE-_UTVVhPXjqukGBztTkg6ZUPBATE/s320/Laurel+Elizabeth+Davis.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Nicole Sanders is semi-professional and her work is fabulous:</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IxIQu4a59bepO9u_F6GL1NGo9lG4DaaQVEuQmKgo3eIRzxqIwdhk5ZC4_ApGgPpidllfozClgqkSg2O0S9eetRd626uxxmdhDzoqu-ast2YWSqtf7FbLfBmQVpFA98ljaONAQpP_Nt32/s1600/Laurel+-+age+8+G.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IxIQu4a59bepO9u_F6GL1NGo9lG4DaaQVEuQmKgo3eIRzxqIwdhk5ZC4_ApGgPpidllfozClgqkSg2O0S9eetRd626uxxmdhDzoqu-ast2YWSqtf7FbLfBmQVpFA98ljaONAQpP_Nt32/s320/Laurel+-+age+8+G.jpg" alt="Laurel Dress 1" hspace="5px" vspace="5px" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-FcnN_WDJ8ANH9J5b-HC1-vKtm4iipHUwLiqWZeMKoSRv8-SJqLoCBUfjtJ8kkk6gafDx1NEHPvvVxHJfa-Ngj0ceMmi25Cojz4cFLfVkHTxqV6qVUmPWkpofyLfolieHkPWxGy9UPGZK/s1600/Laurel+-+age+8+F.jpg"><img border="0" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJmYVdxW8xGsKuDRRAKXgqfv1Ix_lQbvPgVGDx6wsIvlT0dKRs3P6Mvvw9U1-MpWwKrMCyA2lWqJl3kj94siWfVsHw2lXb7vwMxp_4tCdcmw2fMdrvXgevU5OaOAxpBuXmxRx3cSAbIOQ/s320/Elise+is+three!+D.jpg" alt="Elise 6" hspace="5px" vspace="5px" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnosGLfAM1DKQgILGXTh3xsyWV6rApSGhygYIrnm3wMqoljz1d5PC_zXwsLDvPLBC5lWwjNf-5dbza4frkDFiPUc0H9tVnfF4zMBI8XJMZuYsa_dUM6engseFqZSr6xg_-8pyp202MTf7/s1600/Elise+is+three!+E.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnosGLfAM1DKQgILGXTh3xsyWV6rApSGhygYIrnm3wMqoljz1d5PC_zXwsLDvPLBC5lWwjNf-5dbza4frkDFiPUc0H9tVnfF4zMBI8XJMZuYsa_dUM6engseFqZSr6xg_-8pyp202MTf7/s320/Elise+is+three!+E.jpg" alt="Elise 7" hspace="5px" vspace="5px" /></a></p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-69551765190504060942010-01-04T18:07:00.000-08:002010-01-04T18:14:34.340-08:00The Quilt<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wA2HBzsFp2wfDMgD3e3JEJuVo1s9evNM5PEnuyqDR0543kqMhFsgPR80SUUH5a0SwfO3dN_a4TYk_C7JH7z3YX5M7VYf_tN5MHmQRY4RPXT57PVbAUBzzemM0r2PX7uxt8UljtfK7aVY/s1600-h/the+quilt.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wA2HBzsFp2wfDMgD3e3JEJuVo1s9evNM5PEnuyqDR0543kqMhFsgPR80SUUH5a0SwfO3dN_a4TYk_C7JH7z3YX5M7VYf_tN5MHmQRY4RPXT57PVbAUBzzemM0r2PX7uxt8UljtfK7aVY/s320/the+quilt.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423071763399114850" /></a><br />There were some Pioneers and everyday while they were riding in their horse powered wagon, they added a quilt piece to tell about their adventure. The red square is for when someone dies. The blue square is for when people drown in the water. The brown, is for mud. The green is for when they stopped and played in the grass. The grey is for when it was raining. The magenta was for my birthday! The yellow is for a sunny day. The orange is for when we found orange dandelions. The white is for when we passed a herd of sheep. The black is for when we had a sickness. What an adventure we had!<br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-62818538686346599552009-10-12T17:10:00.000-07:002009-10-12T17:12:26.338-07:00Fall Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgUb2PplHPf6TSPlTnopzd3loHC0jpmg6SVGrhlMEIit47XVsTdVh56bVJxO4iooNoYE-Js02dwmZdJZ4BOwdRFtmrNbfP_eB8aX14XTwHNMt1pKjvyO8CcHjRvFThk_1-HY9xjOPCNM1/s1600-h/Fall+Day.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgUb2PplHPf6TSPlTnopzd3loHC0jpmg6SVGrhlMEIit47XVsTdVh56bVJxO4iooNoYE-Js02dwmZdJZ4BOwdRFtmrNbfP_eB8aX14XTwHNMt1pKjvyO8CcHjRvFThk_1-HY9xjOPCNM1/s320/Fall+Day.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391870753120962386" /></a><br />It's Fall! The leaves are falling off the trees, lets go eat dinner, for dinner is peas. Lets go play on this beautiful day! It's fall! Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-48838190858057963062009-07-13T19:09:00.000-07:002009-07-13T19:12:56.542-07:00Rain, Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRveberioow9E6KKkudXtX4Aa-j7cIEHObzY5Jm_zORj6Tbhc8xQQWaQmEbih6lfYCByKcGprxHUKHwFdb0clxwem0371en-v3dbhnF9ZjbuSCLRZ5SUd_SQ1t7NDB3JeF-9h0jLxxzhk/s1600-h/rain460.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRveberioow9E6KKkudXtX4Aa-j7cIEHObzY5Jm_zORj6Tbhc8xQQWaQmEbih6lfYCByKcGprxHUKHwFdb0clxwem0371en-v3dbhnF9ZjbuSCLRZ5SUd_SQ1t7NDB3JeF-9h0jLxxzhk/s320/rain460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133071067307250" /></a><br /><p>Rain, Rain go away come again another day. Man on the moon slept til noon and wouldnt wake up til morning. Smelled a flower, took a shower, and went to bed with a cold in his head and won't wake up til morning.</p><p></p><p>The End.</p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-63808521545284839372009-07-13T19:08:00.001-07:002009-07-13T19:08:57.297-07:00Mermaid and her friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWV-WJWyeLFmRv62cgVBD4d4gvRjolt2wCIIDBY8ylccDLYyPOPm4oeRYfkiGTrVxwDxeR2HZJG3St0XVFidCWKgfJ7MLeYuN73AwoHfCiigHwcqY44o0Rw5iirONys7Kt464EKui81TL/s1600-h/Mermaid.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWV-WJWyeLFmRv62cgVBD4d4gvRjolt2wCIIDBY8ylccDLYyPOPm4oeRYfkiGTrVxwDxeR2HZJG3St0XVFidCWKgfJ7MLeYuN73AwoHfCiigHwcqY44o0Rw5iirONys7Kt464EKui81TL/s320/Mermaid.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132042040630818" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-65970884226060732862009-07-13T13:50:00.000-07:002009-07-13T13:51:27.250-07:00Shapes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkfTKR-vPQhYQiAi3GZZ-4m5GOYVq-t7EMm6_Kix4hrFvsaMyY8hFAHTzjE29BP7XbQ37kAK9pRFNnlB5HO3aAtjLMDWqWGcVxrcm9Y97xkU4e0lBFElG17rh11uLbtbVO3xGu99R-lNx/s1600-h/Shapes!.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkfTKR-vPQhYQiAi3GZZ-4m5GOYVq-t7EMm6_Kix4hrFvsaMyY8hFAHTzjE29BP7XbQ37kAK9pRFNnlB5HO3aAtjLMDWqWGcVxrcm9Y97xkU4e0lBFElG17rh11uLbtbVO3xGu99R-lNx/s320/Shapes!.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358050222510360018" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-85377168454890870572009-06-23T08:55:00.001-07:002009-06-23T09:04:28.689-07:00The Picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc2vteuP2ORvXj2cANFjaZI24PshsvyWnFk6suxlODMprlMt6K2FUUVjIyFu4Z8L4cqMb5pRDJ054B8ZT_YaeNHtMf0d_oLVMygfFMPP9Jz040UGJKhO8HOAmWrmgB4qmktnnWEZRf1Yw/s1600-h/the+picture.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc2vteuP2ORvXj2cANFjaZI24PshsvyWnFk6suxlODMprlMt6K2FUUVjIyFu4Z8L4cqMb5pRDJ054B8ZT_YaeNHtMf0d_oLVMygfFMPP9Jz040UGJKhO8HOAmWrmgB4qmktnnWEZRf1Yw/s320/the+picture.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350554563674389858" /></a><br /><p>Once there was a girl named, Laurel. She drew a beautiful picture. When an artist saw the picture, he said that it belonged in an Art Gallery. She became famous. Laurel didnt really like being famous, she missed her friends, family, and riding her bike. Everyone loved her but she missed her family. She invited her family to dinner for a feast! There was turkey, chicken, potatoes, candy and other treats! Laurel said "I will visit Hollywood, but I really miss you guys. So, I am going to go home and come back in the summer. I have to go to school, I missed some days. A child belongs to school when it's not summer, during the summer a child can go wherever she wants."</p><p></p><p>The End.</p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-70393959471355530782009-05-29T15:29:00.000-07:002009-05-29T15:37:01.221-07:00The Shooting Pill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ04kCO-xwqBS1qiLLz6lAyoPI8KzQDQHXzkj4hDvWhcfITq4hxmRkyfJYVdDbN47t1WjPDP8hQxaFWn1mzeVBQIEWFtQpaXIYSQx9cTilXz2X3jMrM8yO4gHt5n1ZZ5TGGB7dT8vy60yB/s1600-h/The+pill+in+the+sky.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ04kCO-xwqBS1qiLLz6lAyoPI8KzQDQHXzkj4hDvWhcfITq4hxmRkyfJYVdDbN47t1WjPDP8hQxaFWn1mzeVBQIEWFtQpaXIYSQx9cTilXz2X3jMrM8yO4gHt5n1ZZ5TGGB7dT8vy60yB/s320/The+pill+in+the+sky.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341378591620511682" /></a><br /><p>Once there was a full moon, and Hilary knew that that meant "SHOOTING STARS!" When Hilary looked in her telescope there was a strange looking shooting star, it looked like a pill. The pill was actually a rocket ship, and Hilary and her brother Sam met two Plutonians with the same name and face as their own. They were suprised to meet Plutonian Hilary and Sam. They quickly became best friends. With the help of the pill-shaped rocket ship, they were able to travel with them to Pluto and discovered that Pluto was the same as Earth, same people, same things, same countries and languages even! The difference was that everything, including plants were red and white. With the help of their new friends, Hilary and Sam were able to travel to Pluto once a month without their parents noticing and make many new friends.</p><p></p><p>The End </p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-75606463263207079632009-05-25T18:02:00.000-07:002009-05-25T18:05:10.068-07:00Sophia and Abriella<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0dvQQbfafoP0XhnI5kpZLid_32eU2oDG7hom5G_ILea59KR00VvX7eXkfYvOrIAmAIee3tQfJwkXPy8BsaTjWn8i5P2Pbb7Ykwytdp4CUevbZsfXAI_3g9_PoOWtePdHyJsG1tctiu-s/s1600-h/Sophia+and+Abriella+Fairy+Dust.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0dvQQbfafoP0XhnI5kpZLid_32eU2oDG7hom5G_ILea59KR00VvX7eXkfYvOrIAmAIee3tQfJwkXPy8BsaTjWn8i5P2Pbb7Ykwytdp4CUevbZsfXAI_3g9_PoOWtePdHyJsG1tctiu-s/s320/Sophia+and+Abriella+Fairy+Dust.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339932404276723874" /></a><br /><p>Once their was a girl named Sophia. She has a wonderful friend named Abriella. Abriella made a card for Sophia. It was magical, it had a bag of dust, not regular dust but fairy dust. She gave it to her on her birthday. She wished for everything she wanted and was so happy that she let Abriella have one wish. It was to be friends forever.</p><p></p><p>The End.</p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787034883083265802.post-9646609986421979722009-05-25T16:49:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:41:40.585-07:00Farmer Brown is Missing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPf13SyBoknLGuw8LH4BkCGIZ89BB5-GPgWJfodjWe2n2GVLGKX-079iKF6qIAjFMuvJ4QTVDzFOIiEr0AXLbSwzIX1UqROyNY2YjGDMomSQ97-V-XPixji283kC__k-tH5PyeTkiy8oD/s1600-h/Farmer+Brown+is+Missing.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPf13SyBoknLGuw8LH4BkCGIZ89BB5-GPgWJfodjWe2n2GVLGKX-079iKF6qIAjFMuvJ4QTVDzFOIiEr0AXLbSwzIX1UqROyNY2YjGDMomSQ97-V-XPixji283kC__k-tH5PyeTkiy8oD/s320/Farmer+Brown+is+Missing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339926353040728626" /></a><br /><p>The animals had fun playing on the trampoline last night. The next morning Farmer Brown was gone. They looked everywhere but he was not seen anywhere. "Oh, no! He's gone!" said the cows. "He's missing??" said the ducks. A bird flew in and said, "He's still in bed sleeping. I saw him in the bedroom window all along, he was sleeping...." 'Good Morning Farmer Brown!' said the animals. Farmer Brown woke up, had breakfast and fed the animals.</p><p></p><p>THE END.</p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04266135055863473808noreply@blogger.com1