tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19687531619455648982024-03-14T01:42:44.056-07:00eat ... sleep ... swimswimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-48234171349969558882011-04-05T09:55:00.000-07:002011-04-05T10:01:03.770-07:00Failure... :(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Well... I guess I failed...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">If you read my post from last Thursday (March 31), I sort of wrote a big long speech about where i've been for the past year, and about how I'm going to try to be on my blog everyday and to write on my blog everyday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I will tell you, YA... THAT DID NOT HAPPEN!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It's been a week (almost a week) since I told my readers this, and i did not happen... it's a mystery why I'm on today! :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Ugggggggggggh (sigh)</span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-21593061673986856032011-03-31T08:35:00.000-07:002011-03-31T08:58:29.458-07:00WOW<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WOW... just like my title...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I haven't posted anything in a year!.. I'm sort of worried about myself... just kidding, i've been caught up in school, reading, swim, and friends... eating and sleeping... the usual :D. I guess- unlike my mother- I'm not exactly on my blog everyday... in fact, as I told you already, I haven't been on my blog in a year!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My blog doesn't have many visitors or comments, while my mom over here has lots of followers, lots of comments, and she has not only one blog... but 2! I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE 1!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Well, whoever does read my blog must be wondering how my life has been without my blog for a year... so now is your chance to know.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">For starters, Last summer and the summer before, I went to a swimming camp at the University of Texas at Austin.... GO LONGHORNS!...and that camp is amazing... you get to meet olympians, go to three swimming sessions per day,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> dryland </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">workouts, and you get to eat gross cafeteria food! So the possible swimmers that read my blog, if you are trying to find a camp to go to, but you don't want to stop swimming, I would definitely recommend Longhorns swim-camp.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Next, also last summer, I went to the beach, and well everyone knows the beach is probably the best, most relaxing place on earth so I will not have to elaborate on that. :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And also last summer, SWIM-MEETS, SWIM-MEETS, AND MORE SWIM-MEETS!</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">F</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">or my 13th birthday in October, I got a gift card to pb teen (and for those who don't know what that is, well it is teenager furniture and room decor) and a gift card to</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">swimoutlet.com</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">(a swimsuit store)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Christmas was amazing for everyone of course, even though I didn't get what I really wanted... I still got things I loved but hadn't even thought about!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Now back around to March 31, 2010, here I am blogging to whoever reads my blog. I'm telling you that I will try to log on to my everyday... (or every other day). And those days I do log on... I will write something.. short or long.. I will do my best! And also if there is something you read from my (way) earlier posts and you would like to here about it, tell me in a comment and i will write about it!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I'M BACK!</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-38444207512579633552010-04-22T11:31:00.000-07:002011-03-31T08:25:33.255-07:00My day at dad's work<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Today was bring your child to work day at L'Oreal U.S.A, which is where my dad works. Out of me and my 4 other sisters, only three of us got to go. Emily, my older sister, had a doctors appointment right when the event started. Catherine the 4 year old just isn't 5 yet, I guess 5 is when you can start to go.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Safety is one of the most important key factors at his work. We had to wear these smocks that are so big that even Santa Claus could be comfortable in it, and we also had to wear hairnets that didn't have enough elastic in them so they wouldn't stay on our heads. The last piece of protection gear that we wore was protection goggles (that were really yellow glasses).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">We didn't wear all that ugly, out of fashion, safety equipment because we chose to, we had to wear it while we were having our tour. During our tour we got to see all the cool machines, and we got to make lip gloss. The only down side of the tour, for me, was that my back was hurting from standing up for almost 2 hours strait! Going to dad's work is a lot of fun, I wish bring your kid to work day was more than once a year.</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-20458042310039069942010-04-07T08:42:00.001-07:002011-04-05T10:05:35.525-07:00BIG mistake...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLdNJRQJxpbnPNo77SieNqWIQuPX5e3Lh_3JL1HeYuYy6bhhU-pxNNnmDHm3mIK0jLiheTlk5RzQvigSZL0IYHKktETBxTChyphenhyphenaLz9uVApAkuU2Wa9Vxq6lK8dBaOwN5VVIRi5kT86s6dY/s1600/IMG_6780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLdNJRQJxpbnPNo77SieNqWIQuPX5e3Lh_3JL1HeYuYy6bhhU-pxNNnmDHm3mIK0jLiheTlk5RzQvigSZL0IYHKktETBxTChyphenhyphenaLz9uVApAkuU2Wa9Vxq6lK8dBaOwN5VVIRi5kT86s6dY/s320/IMG_6780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423923068130578" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Everyone has a time in his or her life when you do something for fun and then something happens to you. It’s at these times that you think back and ask yourself “why was I so stupid?” or “why was I talked into it!” or just “why did I even do that?”. I have definitely had moments like those where I made the situation worse.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One such occasion happened one day just like any other. I woke up, I ate breakfast, went to school, and went to swim practice. These are things I do everyday. However this is when a foolish decision had some big consequences.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Amanda and I were on the exercise machines right outside the door to the pool. It was definitely fun, until she told me to try something new. She did the trick perfectly; however I thought I could do I better. I thought to my self “ How hard can it be to jump off the stair-stepping machine backwards?” It was but a minute that she told me that it was almost time for practice to start, so she went inside to the pool area, but I really wanted to try the trick, so I stayed out with the exercise machines.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The stair-stepping machine by far was the most exciting exercising machine I had been on. I practiced on the machine before deciding to go forth with my trick. The stairs were moving up as I stepped onto the machine. Then just like Amanda had done, I jumped off backwards. As I soared through the air, it felt like I was doing better than her, until I hit the ground. As the ground and I smacked each other, my wrist made a loud snapping noise. This is when the pain rushed in.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quickly I picked myself up and went into the pool area, where all of my friends were. My arm started to burn with pain; I didn’t think I could swim. As soon as I walked through the doors to the pool I ran into my friend Jordan’s grandmother. Who seemed to noticed how I was holding my arm, and that I was crying. She came up to me, asked me “what is wrong?”, I said in reply “I hurt my arm” this is when she asked for my moms cell phone number. I immediately gave it to her. Jordan’s grandmother called my mom who proceeded to get to the pool in about ten minutes.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I stepped into the car I had a huge bag of ice on my swollen arm. Mom looked at my red swollen arm, but wasn’t sure if it was just bruised or broken. Unsure, we drove home</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When my dad arrived home from work, he came to the room I had been sitting in since getting home from the pool. He asked me if I thought I had to go to the hospital, but I said “I don’t know, but it does hurt really bad, and I can’t move it”, so I told him “Yeah I think I have to go get it checked” So dad and I got into the car.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">On the drive to the hospital, Dad and I talked about how I hurt my arm. I didn’t want to tell him the truth because I thought he might get mad at me for being on the exercise machines. I was only nine years old! So instead, I lied. I told him a lady had pushed me down, but didn’t really mean to. The lady I was telling him about was the first to talk to me after I fell. The conversation wasn’t long, really all she said to me was “Are you okay”, I replied, “yes I’m fine!”, WHY DID I SAY YES?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">At the hospital, while my dad was getting all of my information into the computer system, a nurse working in the lobby asked me to sit down with her. She showed me flash cards with pictures on them, they symbolized how my arm made me feel. She told me to pick the card that matched how I felt. I picked the one with the crying person on it. X-rays were the next part of my visit to the hospital. This part was probably the most painful of the whole day. I couldn’t move my arm, and in order to get my x-rays done, I had to twist my arm a lot!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">After the x-rays, I was put into a little bed in a small room, with a curtain as a door. When the doctor came in he told my dad and I that I had fractured my wrist. So I had to wear these braces on my arm until it was time to get a cast. After that dad and I went to the car and I slept on the car ride home.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The next day was pretty hard seeing that I couldn’t do anything with my arm, I couldn’t even wiggle my fingers! I told everyone at school the same lie I told my dad. It made me feel very guilty. That night my dad came home from work a little late because he had stopped by the pool. He told me he wanted to talk to me in my room… ALONE. So I went up to my room and he asked me if my arm was feeling better. I said “No not really”. That’s when the conversation led to tears. He told me that he stopped at the pool because he wanted to talk to the lady that works there. She stated that there are video cameras in the area I was in, and she had reviewed the video. I knew I was BUSTED! He then told me what the video really showed I was caught in a lie. I felt bad, and my dad was very disappointed.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">At the end of the conversation we hugged and dad told me he was very upset with me, more because I was dishonest. I learned a great lesson that night. Now I know that if I lie the truth will always be revealed. My parents always have a way of finding out. I wonder if there are video cameras in the house? Best to always tell the truth!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;text-indent:.5in; line-height:150%"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Karin Schienvar</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-36676889375032494822010-02-10T17:45:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:26:29.893-07:00SUPER DUPER AWESOME!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I think this is almost the best/coolest news I have EVER heard!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTBnFpl4EYfFG21daByOs1U1XfrX9Iv9i8fTprt0O9eAlh9ia7buwD4O1h8RqjKu3-T-d0eI2uUNmr_vd5ouHx-q7be7BZ_4MVQ8lQOxellRxnMeQWTEqG3SSvzmiHoIZePRqBQxIbffM/s1600-h/RTEmagicC_kasper_nolan.jpg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTBnFpl4EYfFG21daByOs1U1XfrX9Iv9i8fTprt0O9eAlh9ia7buwD4O1h8RqjKu3-T-d0eI2uUNmr_vd5ouHx-q7be7BZ_4MVQ8lQOxellRxnMeQWTEqG3SSvzmiHoIZePRqBQxIbffM/s320/RTEmagicC_kasper_nolan.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436797148960659426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My cousin, the guy in the picture above.... IS</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Going to.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Be in.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">THE OLYMPICS!!!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663300;"><br /></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-12210672143595993882010-01-27T05:10:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:26:59.919-07:00Oh Becky!:D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlxnDKcZm-xZ_1f6E29_zQYdQHttoNG4Nlx83GdHeAws1ZINk2EuvlYe4xHY2O8DYjCVWVI5ycG7-jvxBdVv7Cw3hfuq2hCeyK7ZvTVv0cPc_3wj-hmb7nTzweG7dTAr8aQMsB1ZFdkVK/s1600-h/IMG_6007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlxnDKcZm-xZ_1f6E29_zQYdQHttoNG4Nlx83GdHeAws1ZINk2EuvlYe4xHY2O8DYjCVWVI5ycG7-jvxBdVv7Cw3hfuq2hCeyK7ZvTVv0cPc_3wj-hmb7nTzweG7dTAr8aQMsB1ZFdkVK/s200/IMG_6007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431407818626280194" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is my little sister Becky, CORRECTION : this is "one" of my little sisters. She is cute and funny, but she can be very annoying. In this post, I'm going to be typing about her humor.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Apparently, a family from England has recently moved in, and the children are going to the same school as my sisters. One of them apparently is in 2nd grade; in my sister Becky's class. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">So yesterday, Becky had been paying close attention to this British boy, and when she came home off the bus and told us about him. We said that was very fascinating. Her reply was..... "actually mom, he's not very smart and he doesn't like to talk, and the worst thing is, is that he doesn't even know the Pledge Of Allegiance!"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When Becky told us that, my sister Emily and I laughed a lot, then Becky curiously said... "WHAT?"</span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-38703211862620189242010-01-06T09:21:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:27:39.036-07:00Its Time For Bed!<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Persuasive Writing For Homeschool:</span></span></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Dear Mom and Dad, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I know that both of you are very smart, and that there is no reason why I should try to persuade you. Except for this reason.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I think my bed time is just right; I like it a lot. I like it so much because I get just the right amount of sleep, to where I'm not tired in the morning... except for the part when I wake up. I'm not good at waking up, as you know, but after I'm done getting out of bed, I'm not at all tired. Although I think most people are still a little bit tired after they wake up.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the morning, when I see Emily (my older sister) all grumpy and moody, I think about how great it is to have my bed time. I think about that MOSTLY at night when no one wants to be by Emily because she can get super moody. That's something we've all experienced in my house.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">So, Mom and Dad, thank you for setting up my bedtime. This letter was to try to ~persuade~ you to NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, change my bed time. I like 9:30pm... it works for me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Good Night!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> Love, Karin</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-77598873405650666592010-01-05T09:31:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:28:01.306-07:00Winter Break pic.s<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeNlfDsX0qqKmwtyfjLfnFh5kHNYAHWNbtn91wVUttRRa3HZRclzU7olsZLPPd5L5MnhZlOWmw99mlO6MkiqvPS9YlwKTKl3toenJkBCtIT3WjmnGujSRzvJ8L1bYMKBKCMivupx0Oqaa/s1600-h/IMG_6017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeNlfDsX0qqKmwtyfjLfnFh5kHNYAHWNbtn91wVUttRRa3HZRclzU7olsZLPPd5L5MnhZlOWmw99mlO6MkiqvPS9YlwKTKl3toenJkBCtIT3WjmnGujSRzvJ8L1bYMKBKCMivupx0Oqaa/s200/IMG_6017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423312143836044594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Did I mention it snowed on our last day in Bransen?</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWopHJL5QjWkcAsM1H-wUshYLY7iiXt3XvS49k0NUpaQIxwaQPLG5uf_-zV0X21dCgIQFdTfBUaCkApv9MeLWRQ0TtqkipV_J8DXMZbYBRG1-pWIMEcAzMtkFFqr2wpntNsqwAZpSwzep/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWopHJL5QjWkcAsM1H-wUshYLY7iiXt3XvS49k0NUpaQIxwaQPLG5uf_-zV0X21dCgIQFdTfBUaCkApv9MeLWRQ0TtqkipV_J8DXMZbYBRG1-pWIMEcAzMtkFFqr2wpntNsqwAZpSwzep/s200/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423311689556015378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This was our Cabin</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIC0G-r9xxBKsRNA3pMoFH8C5wHr_PS8m4SsJzuYgMMPQBK-wMUmKVPk4NYaeX5kmhH9po6E96qe-9SEVDham7zaM4F51QKLmnL3MCjG9_M2vmfnDhaZ_yknVUwe3aQgEYcuw09jxGLCo/s1600-h/IMG_5903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIC0G-r9xxBKsRNA3pMoFH8C5wHr_PS8m4SsJzuYgMMPQBK-wMUmKVPk4NYaeX5kmhH9po6E96qe-9SEVDham7zaM4F51QKLmnL3MCjG9_M2vmfnDhaZ_yknVUwe3aQgEYcuw09jxGLCo/s200/IMG_5903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423311202515241778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Yaaay! I got a camera!</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdttOXVp8zuoG1LER0WxcXG9EfsV8dbKY_Bku2ZneeJ3wWhHhnGv7zLaZs9E2AIfj1lQFCTNxGr2B4Ted2gOvUAnZzuATvTK2GYgKj7I3j4b0-GEVjmK3NRI3ozlWS8kCmgZYAZNZim8iv/s1600-h/IMG_2698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdttOXVp8zuoG1LER0WxcXG9EfsV8dbKY_Bku2ZneeJ3wWhHhnGv7zLaZs9E2AIfj1lQFCTNxGr2B4Ted2gOvUAnZzuATvTK2GYgKj7I3j4b0-GEVjmK3NRI3ozlWS8kCmgZYAZNZim8iv/s200/IMG_2698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423310526093009570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Catherine... didn't want to see Santa</span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-58767724686649260122010-01-05T09:12:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:27:21.072-07:00Winter Break<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Winter Break was a lot of fun, of course getting out of school is what most kids can't wait for, and with out a doubt Christmas is what NO ONE can wait for!</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> My Christmas was perfect I got just what I wanted, one of my posts was a Christmas list, that was a long time ago.... and I changed my list a lot. So don't go read it and think I got ALL that. But it was definitely a good Christmas, I actually got some thing that weren't on my list, and those things I would never thought of, but I LOVE them anyway!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">One of my favorite gifts was a family gift.... the gift was that we were going to go to Bransen that following Monday! When I said we were going to Bransen, I didn't mean like "Silver Dollar City"... I meant we were going to go to a vacationing spot, called "Big Cedar Lodge". And was it big or what! We rented out our own private cabin, it was really nice we had a great view of the lake and everything. It couldn't have been anymore perfect.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">New Years Eve was great, we stayed up 'till the ball dropped, we had a great night, except for the part where I stubbed my little pinky toe on the vacuum cleaner. It was stubbed so hard that it was dislocated. :( Now its swollen and purple. It doesn't hurt anymore though... except for when I poke it. :)</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-14068157918547745142009-12-09T07:32:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:28:51.372-07:00Thanksgiving Break<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">For thanksgiving break this year, my family and I went to New Jersey, to visit family and friends. We had to drive of course, because there is 7 people in my family... BIG FAMILY! Anyway, our drive to New Jersey was long and boring (20 hours)! We left on Monday November 23, we woke up around 4 am and were on the road around 4:30. On this particular Monday we drove all day long, even part of Tuesday morning. We got to my grandparents house around 1:30 am, and had some fried chicken... we were hungry! Then after we ate we went to sleep.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> The whole time we were in New Jersey I got to sleep on the pull out bed in the great room... but I did want to, but maybe just so I could get away from my sisters. On the first "real" day we were in New Jersey, my sister Meghan and I got to go see my new baby cousin Jake, and my Aunt, and we sort of got to see my Uncle... he got back from work 10 minutes before we left. Ten minutes isn't very long. At the very end of that day, we got the very best... Scotto's Pizza! Yaaaaaaaaaaay! We were all so excited to have the real stuff... it was yummy! Then we got to- before we went to sleep- see my best friend from when we still lived in New Jersey (4 and a half years ago). </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When we pulled up in their driveway, Christina came running out and picked me up and swung me around, not that I didn't want to see her, but the swinging thing was a little... weird. Then when we went into her house where it was actually light, I saw how super tall Christina was, I'm not exaggerating at all, she is a foot and 2 inches taller than me. She even picked me up.... we took a picture of that. Also when my mom went and hugged Christina, Christina could look straight ahead and just see my moms hair. My mom is also average size, she isn't short at all... Christina's parents are really tall though, so thats how she is so tall. That was all done on just on Tuesday.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> Then came my crazy Wednesday. My sister Emily were planning on seeing friends (old friends ...ones we haven't seen in forever)... which we did. So we left around the time all of our friends would be getting off the bus, first we went to see one of my old friends Amanda, when I went into her house all I thought to say was hi... luckily my mom came in and started a conversation with Amanda's dad. Or something really bad would have happened, it was like I had stage fright... just at someone's home... awkward! We went to see some more friends ... Danielle, Lauren, and Kaitlyn. Then the last friends we saw for the day, were the Kainers. Evan, was my boyfriend as a 4-7 year old, when we went to their house Emily and I went to their backyard to see that they were paying tag- in the rain? Then once everyone came inside, we went to their basement where their washer and dryer was. Who knew that Evan could fit in the dryer? </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">On Thursday (Thanksgiving) we had some more family come to my grandparents house, and I was the one who had to set the table. We ate and it was yummy! Then, we all got to hold baby Jake again. We all fought over who got to hold him because he is just so cute! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Friday was awesome.... we went to New York! We also met up with our Aunt, cousin, and my Aunt's boyfriend. We all went to the "Museum of Natural History". That's where "Night in the Museum" was filmed... but it didn't ring any bells at first. We all got the best of the best New York hot dogs ...YUMMY! Saturday was our last half day in New Jersey, it was a packing day. We left around 11 am, and we went to my mom's friend's house for lunch where we had sandwiches and they were good. Then we drove for the rest of the day before stopping at a hotel for the night. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When we woke up on Sunday, we went to a church (St. Andrew's in Roanoke, VA). The priest (if you've ever been on a Disney monorail you will know what I'm about to say) sounded like the man on the monorail saying... "Please stand clear of the doors". It was really funny.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> On Sunday night we finally got home, and we got to sleep in out own beds. I found a DEAD roach in my room (mom says it's because I bring snacks to my room), so i was a little scared to sleep, 'cause I thought that there might be a roach in my bed. There wasn't... Hurray! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Well, thats the end of my Thanksgiving Vacation Story! :D</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-9571654280726773792009-11-13T08:40:00.000-08:002009-11-13T14:09:18.071-08:00Auggie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qsjehXYpegGuEvZpVqaZiB9pForYZ6S4VZkNI0B8SUF-tILuv7T_unQUuukakiCyREvHD6XJVHxCxi7vzgKDGx2KDtaPReWfaB8cidVH-8RfuVNj1NbJicLzelePfDoXjhILua8tu_GE/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qsjehXYpegGuEvZpVqaZiB9pForYZ6S4VZkNI0B8SUF-tILuv7T_unQUuukakiCyREvHD6XJVHxCxi7vzgKDGx2KDtaPReWfaB8cidVH-8RfuVNj1NbJicLzelePfDoXjhILua8tu_GE/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403632253166196418" /></a>Don't you just love how he looks from the side of his eyes? He still does it now... awwwwwwwwswimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-55869382206204886222009-11-13T08:32:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:30:26.131-07:00How Cool!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5jsOd_Xi1os-b3D8kjjmVIvLNWuEhu8VaHN_GHTlP3QU5aomPikvoyX2YVxnTiGNJjv3VBGC7-ZWtjFGs6YVtP3bPTMDbicBdXEWrajZ9y3ArUPnubm5lr9x3gljKKBCqUMKwJQHPySz/s1600-h/IMG_5624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5jsOd_Xi1os-b3D8kjjmVIvLNWuEhu8VaHN_GHTlP3QU5aomPikvoyX2YVxnTiGNJjv3VBGC7-ZWtjFGs6YVtP3bPTMDbicBdXEWrajZ9y3ArUPnubm5lr9x3gljKKBCqUMKwJQHPySz/s200/IMG_5624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628000398228658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">-Of all the pictures my mom has taken the Pioneer Women put the bad one on her blog!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Ok this is really cool... My mom made it onto the Pioneer Women's blog. The Pioneer Women also put a pic. of two of my sisters on her blog... and a link to my mom's blog! HOW COOL!!!:D</span></span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-47482110050733409482009-11-12T18:56:00.000-08:002009-12-10T12:42:50.242-08:00Good Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5Li8CbUb8IVkBEJyYJr_pMHp4oSO78QgSXcvB2SjFMhyphenhyphenNjCgRkh6m3vFFyoMV_KR9hhdQeTGI5-8tsa12z0U8AVrUdfO8SS5ZLsBp4_rC3X6G6VoKijDTCEplKBnkNdcr90T9Pzw9TAi/s1600-h/IMG_2591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5Li8CbUb8IVkBEJyYJr_pMHp4oSO78QgSXcvB2SjFMhyphenhyphenNjCgRkh6m3vFFyoMV_KR9hhdQeTGI5-8tsa12z0U8AVrUdfO8SS5ZLsBp4_rC3X6G6VoKijDTCEplKBnkNdcr90T9Pzw9TAi/s400/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417834722489202" /></a>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-42074637834692246622009-11-12T18:45:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:31:01.174-07:00BOREDOM!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRtXgmfrK2qKhmflcJc-wyU_EuVYNBdYVY8kt631MhTf4l9xewEocODnVxCdU_xEM78emUIaRx2-rF1M0FFVquxPMxK16wMkODa87jW2yxu7k6oW8ye4zPb9BwZjt78dzPnEo_xVM-_-H/s1600-h/IMG_2542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRtXgmfrK2qKhmflcJc-wyU_EuVYNBdYVY8kt631MhTf4l9xewEocODnVxCdU_xEM78emUIaRx2-rF1M0FFVquxPMxK16wMkODa87jW2yxu7k6oW8ye4zPb9BwZjt78dzPnEo_xVM-_-H/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403416257147535538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is how bored I am!... This is my 4 year old sister Catherine Rose... she's well... never mind<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I am oh so very bored right now so I thought of coming on to my blog. Right now I am sitting down in front of the computer, typing this out. Even though you probably already know that... I am just so stinkin' bored! My older 14 year old sister Emily is sitting over my shoulder correcting what I type. GRRRRRRRRR! I don't like it when people do that to me! Well it is almost time for me to go to bed so I don't have much time left to type. ha-ha there's mom telling me "Karin its almost time for bed so finish up". To me that is really funny because I just got done typing that i didn't have much time... well I guess I have nothing else to type... there is absolutely nothing on my mind right now so....</span></span></span>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-49380221678636185822009-11-12T09:42:00.001-08:002011-03-31T08:29:41.770-07:00Me and my Sisters<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0b9XM5v3ZT1gaYq7lbqyVFVwL-aHt5aEWxWWM9z5gWU-5CVUDoa77oUNuuPyg5e-4pzozAe_Sl3v8LN7yMS-PxZqP2CYUENt7DglbdiUXzx4OhOkwyMxOrP0XVr9BMPsSZ0lgL_1mReC/s1600-h/IMG_5020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0b9XM5v3ZT1gaYq7lbqyVFVwL-aHt5aEWxWWM9z5gWU-5CVUDoa77oUNuuPyg5e-4pzozAe_Sl3v8LN7yMS-PxZqP2CYUENt7DglbdiUXzx4OhOkwyMxOrP0XVr9BMPsSZ0lgL_1mReC/s400/IMG_5020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403275279220615842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is me and my sisters. Yes there are five of us, plus mom and dad so thats 7, plus two dogs so thats 9... we have a big family.</span></span></span><div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Emily (bottom right) (14)</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Me (top left) (12)</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Meghan (bottom right) (9)</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Becky (top right) (7)</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Catherine (top middle) (4)</span></span></span></li></ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Most of the time its a lot of fun having 4 sisters, but, yes, but sometimes it can be really annoying if you know what I mean. Luckily only 2 of us share a room the rest of us get our own. Since Emily is a teenager she can be bossy, mean, annoying, etc., so usually I just stay out of her way. Meghan is really annoying because most of the time she won't stop talking... I wish she had a volume button sometimes. Becky is really, pretty much, the same as Meghan. Catherine, oh Catherine, well she is 4 so... well lets just say she has a big vocabulary. She is a lot like Meghan and Becky because she relates to them more than she does to me and Emily. Well since I told you the annoying things about them I should tell you the good and nice things... right. Well first of all we are supposed to get along and fight with our siblings so I'm on the right track. I love my sisters more than anything. And I'm glad i have them , because if i didn't I would get lonely, and wouldn't have anyone to fight with, so thank you God for blessing me with my sisters.</span></span></span></div></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-44281670647859172922009-11-12T09:31:00.000-08:002009-11-12T09:40:35.147-08:00Book Review "A Wrinkle In Time"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <img src="webkit-fake-url://14BBADBB-EDE4-45F8-80E4-A697576CFE72/imgres.jpg" alt="imgres.jpg" /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"A </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wrinkle In Time"is a great book I think it is very mystical, mysterious, imaginative, in many more describable ways. I liked this book because it kept me wanting to read the next chapter. L'Engle ends every chapter with you sitting there hanging, wanting to know what happens next. This is why I think it is a good book, because if you want to find out what happens next after "every" chapter, that will help you finish it faster. If you are someone that doesn't like reading very much, unless it is a mystery, imaginative book, then I suggest that you read this fantastic book.</span></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-83534177148296726502009-11-11T17:52:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:32:24.268-07:00Excuse Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4d5qd8oPe1ZUs6qHVVvfyoLz5B7gD1S5EasjHWUg9eg3LdP2IPdfdQsLwOvRX0FqugUVx1cwtzPKMynoVmRnmMElrv_tkQFhZHDwoR2axSeYGcrBsrXIMUSl5csmYJCduFNikRLpFTQhH/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4d5qd8oPe1ZUs6qHVVvfyoLz5B7gD1S5EasjHWUg9eg3LdP2IPdfdQsLwOvRX0FqugUVx1cwtzPKMynoVmRnmMElrv_tkQFhZHDwoR2axSeYGcrBsrXIMUSl5csmYJCduFNikRLpFTQhH/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403313435489357154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> I am the Queen of excuses. When mom says " Karin put on your retainer" I say " well I'm going to eat now so i can't". " Karin its time for school" " Well I need to shower", or " Didn't eat breakfast yet". Even when dad says " Karin its time for you to do your job in the kitchen" i'll say "Well i have homework", or " I'm really tired I should go to bed"</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">These are only some of my excuses... I have many more. :D</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#996633;"><br /></span></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-48912351980587827682009-11-11T09:38:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:33:16.242-07:00Comet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgualgTlGyCab8tdPwmPS84XFEf3vLxUauU73MRRa_HtBk4xRGdhaZ4c9U5zIyqvQPyNV-wkCbx42LKZGMsHeAzMAuv_DM5xVxXqHTnZF1GgAd0iilRLEePUAmCn-K43wQCDAdKNfFRLIxu/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgualgTlGyCab8tdPwmPS84XFEf3vLxUauU73MRRa_HtBk4xRGdhaZ4c9U5zIyqvQPyNV-wkCbx42LKZGMsHeAzMAuv_DM5xVxXqHTnZF1GgAd0iilRLEePUAmCn-K43wQCDAdKNfFRLIxu/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402902407252548242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is my other dog Comet, after he got his buzz cut! Its ok you can laugh if you want, but don't you agree with me don't you think that he looks like an Egyptian cat, after he gets shaved? Thats what I think. Well any-who... Comet is a very good dog, I wouldn't give him or my other dog away for anything! Comet is very obedient, and trustworthy, so if your looking for a dog I'd suggest looking for a Border Collie. Border Collies are great with small kids because they are herding dogs so they make sure that nothing goes wrong, they are very protective.</span></span></span>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-8168204898749977462009-11-11T09:26:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:34:25.470-07:00My cutie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuyLlzeQWkcO6GjBvx2AUskSKjWCiWXVLt0wRVfq9CHrcamSyOqd_asiRym9Q18jBdtR0xG96luwlGDSjHwNO3Xe-6sWdM5L1_wj7fFKlKLkED6jFi_ckS-dO1IGQeP9NoG_ekFzYtRNp/s1600-h/IMG_4709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuyLlzeQWkcO6GjBvx2AUskSKjWCiWXVLt0wRVfq9CHrcamSyOqd_asiRym9Q18jBdtR0xG96luwlGDSjHwNO3Xe-6sWdM5L1_wj7fFKlKLkED6jFi_ckS-dO1IGQeP9NoG_ekFzYtRNp/s320/IMG_4709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402901115580272530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRI4NKpHOUSJGtwYDPwgJc1qPPKNbaGyPWdLasV4MnHsXr11qbTgDdK3AZQQN4_uZDrAMWhxzA4u4uecktCjA8_KcnpNFs1c0bh8nioLsZl74ONicf0DNKcwaIYpP0bcbhuGlbACESdto/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRI4NKpHOUSJGtwYDPwgJc1qPPKNbaGyPWdLasV4MnHsXr11qbTgDdK3AZQQN4_uZDrAMWhxzA4u4uecktCjA8_KcnpNFs1c0bh8nioLsZl74ONicf0DNKcwaIYpP0bcbhuGlbACESdto/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402899149915141458" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">after</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">-before</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I know what your thinking... "awwwwwwww". Yes he is very very cute, but this is when we first got him at 9 "weeks" old. He was a very whiney puppy at this age, well he still is. Anyway we found out that he was deaf about 3 days after we got him because if he wasn't looking at us when we called him loudly he wouldn't come, he wouldn't even move. :( But he still was a very cute puppy we loved him very much and still do. Now he is a big, 9 "month" old dog... i love my cutie!</span></span></span></div><div><div><br /></div></div>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-61438394228451918162009-11-11T08:05:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:35:45.182-07:00Me and My BFF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRu3KgmaNnQww7DmTz65ZLQ7iX2RZWBq7lbi0UszAZ2ngI-1P54dHIG2WcT8BCErQjdT3c3TdqUxexdlfmAtqUQngzlEfsQdeWqNM6TBi71FFKOcXVttNFpupA7UbBKBMMu8ScDuVXn9A7/s1600-h/conway+10-09+005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRu3KgmaNnQww7DmTz65ZLQ7iX2RZWBq7lbi0UszAZ2ngI-1P54dHIG2WcT8BCErQjdT3c3TdqUxexdlfmAtqUQngzlEfsQdeWqNM6TBi71FFKOcXVttNFpupA7UbBKBMMu8ScDuVXn9A7/s400/conway+10-09+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402894298336857586" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is me (right) and my best friend (left) at a swim-meet. We are such great friends that we wear the same swim suits! We are both competitive swimmers who love it a lot. We practice together... well we do a lot of things together because we are the best friends you can find for a million miles! We have both been on the same swim team for almost 5 years! Our swim team used to just be called to lasers, but then one night my coach and another coach decided that since we were both small teams we should come together and be a great big team. So thats what happened and now I have a lot of friends who were on the other swim team. I could never regret that happening. :D</span></span></span>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968753161945564898.post-45524347454698756922009-11-11T07:35:00.000-08:002011-03-31T08:31:35.221-07:00My Blog :D<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Well today I finally got my mom to set up a blog for me! Maybe I should write a little bit in it.:) Why don't i write a little bit about myself, I am a swimmer, number two of the five daughters in my family. I am a homeschooler, this is my second year. I love art, I take an art class for two hours every Monday... it's a lot of fun. I love animals, I have two dogs, a Border Collie named Comet, and an Australian Shepherd, Great Dane named Auggie. Comet is very smart, and Auggie is Deaf! But we love both of our dogs a lot anyway.</span></span></span>swimmergirl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362069588452104683noreply@blogger.com3