tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52490619072419916572024-02-07T21:57:01.562-08:00AddyLibbyA little Mad Lib with Add LibAngiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10443710302279140577noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249061907241991657.post-17344620521170827792014-01-06T18:09:00.004-08:002014-01-06T18:10:38.379-08:00Riding Chocolatay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;">Chocolatay is a pony. He lives in Colorado by me. He's very short and chubby. He needs exercise. A LOT. We went to the barn and we got to ride him down to the lake. We all took turns riding the pony. We were riding the pony back home and we saw another horse and the horse was going crazy! Chocolatay was tired and the owner who had the pony saw that he was really tired. And so she hold on to the rope and then she turned around and she was letting him run around. It was a bouncy ride. It was fun to ride Chocolatay!</span></div>
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<br />Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10443710302279140577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249061907241991657.post-60927706743350396552014-01-06T17:54:00.004-08:002014-01-06T17:56:02.263-08:00A Scary Drive to Utah<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">When we were going to Utah for Christmas, we stopped at the gas station to buy a snack. When we were driving, it was dark. Mom was driving and it started to get foggy and she couldn't see anything. And I was in the back seat and I was scared. But I said to my sister, "could we all do a prayer?" Me and Brynley said a prayer that it would get light and we could see. And suddenly, a big truck went in front of us and we could see the light. Then we followed the truck. When the truck was gone, the fog started going away and we could see the road. I was happy that Jesus helped us. </span>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10443710302279140577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249061907241991657.post-56278996430638581362013-05-26T14:54:00.002-07:002013-05-26T14:55:33.783-07:00When we were at Arches...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was at arches I had my 7th birthday. I had my two front teeth lost. I had rainbow cake and it tasted yummy. I saw my grandma and grandpa. Sometimes it is really hot there. We stayed in a tent. Well sometimes we stay in a cabin! I slept upstairs.<br />
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My dad saw a lizard and my dad caught it and he helped my Uncle Sean catch one too. And they caught one. We brought the lizard home and we feeded it crickets. The crickets were green. Our lizard is a blue belly. We named it Destrie. It was very scared when we caught it. </div>
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Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10443710302279140577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249061907241991657.post-47751470858728219692013-04-14T17:03:00.003-07:002013-04-14T17:03:37.391-07:00BFF'S<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Why is Taya such a good friend?</div>
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because shes nice and pretty</div>
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What do we like to play together?</div>
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We like to play school. She likes being the teacher.</div>
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We like playing dress up too and babies. </div>
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What I miss the most...</div>
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it makes me sad when we move because she's my best friend...</div>
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On Crismis day Santa brot us presents.Mom was opening the crtins.Mom saw dog toys .she brot tham in side.I herd a bork.I opend the grog and ther was a dog staeding write ther.</div>
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We brought her inside. There was a funny costume on her! I was excited to see her. And we saw a list in the dog toys. We read the list. It said her name was Kiera. We noticed that she loved water and food. She drinks all the water. Her ears are really big. She's all black. I really wanted a little puppy, but Santa got me a big puppy instead. Well, I guess I won't have any of that little puppy. I still like puppies, that's good. </div>
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We take good care of her. I love Kiera. The End.</div>
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