<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783</id><updated>2024-11-01T05:59:32.727-04:00</updated><category term="Gigi and Lola"/><category term="mommy"/><category term="shoes"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="wedding day"/><category term="Chihuahuas"/><category term="Cracker Barrel"/><category term="Gigi"/><category term="Labrador"/><category term="Lola"/><category term="Manolo Blahnik"/><category term="Neiman Marcus"/><category term="Rollins Chapel"/><category term="Roxy"/><category term="Tator"/><category term="Troy Battle"/><category term="ballroom at church street"/><category term="band"/><category term="car ride"/><category term="car seat"/><category term="getting married"/><category term="girls giggling"/><category term="going to the chapel"/><category term="having so much fun."/><category term="it&#39;s complicated"/><category term="love"/><category term="mama"/><category term="msc"/><category term="music"/><category term="mystyleconcierge.com"/><category term="north carolina"/><category term="road trip"/><category term="sister"/><category term="sisters"/><category term="to have and to hold."/><category term="trip"/><category term="woof"/><title type='text'>ADVENTURES OF GIGI &amp;amp; LOLA</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow Gigi and Lola through their travels of life. These travels are through a myriad of feelings. First time in a new home, getting a new mom, meeting family members, loving and loosing family members. Basically follow them through the roller coaster of life. Ask them questions, give them your story, be their friend.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-1680198180943131498</id><published>2011-10-19T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:46:46.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sister Roxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
Roxy is our younger big sister. She is tall, has long black hair and she always has a smile on her face. She is happy all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not like my sister Lola. Sorry, Loli, but you get mad real easy. When Roxy comes up to say hello to mommy, daddy or brother Brandon she yells at Roxy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But when Lola gets mad she is not so sweet looking. Mommy Patricia gets mad at Loli and she has to go on time out. Do you ever get time out from your mommy or daddy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is a picture of Loli mad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But poor Roxy she was just a little baby when she came home for the first time. Our Brother Brandon got her while he was away at college. Mommy wasn&#39;t happy again. See how cute she is.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are so little but our sisters are B I G... We like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;
They protect us when we go outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because we are so little there are lots of dangers in our yard. There are birds that we have to stay away from. There is a pool that we must not go into alone. Our sisters are always there making sure we are OK. That is what brothers and sisters do.&lt;br /&gt;
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We take care of each other because we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do they look mean? Ha ha ha, they are not they are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The girls&quot; is what mommy Pat calls us. Why? Because we are always together. If one of us, Gigi or Lola, goes out one of the&lt;br /&gt;
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Meet the girls. The brown and black sister is the oldest. She was here way before the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meet &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Tator,&lt;/span&gt; she is the boss because she is our older sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next you will meet our other sister, Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have sisters? Do you take care of them?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/17339723650503038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/17339723650503038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/17339723650503038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/17339723650503038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-sisters-different-but-family.html' title='Our Sisters, Different, But Family'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsbMtX6DqAJxXpHnf3iQnqp3q4Mgo4hyLx-Qnzt4bOxq6MFSMeuYYfJzxmivwO3CpLZ_5vgI4bzK2z_WB-D2PYQGBn1KQlGvJaWUoI9qogwg8Tt88-AvvW6qjxPD6hHtNUUwzx5rVcQ0/s72-c/IMG_0185.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-398621610800921998</id><published>2011-06-24T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:33:09.094-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car ride"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cracker Barrel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gigi and Lola"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="road trip"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trip"/><title type='text'>Our Trip</title><content type='html'>We are traveling along the highway. We love road trips but this one is a little different. Moms is quiet and not singing to the radio like she normally does.&lt;br /&gt;
What is wrong, moms? She just looks at me and smiles. I give her some kisses when she pets me because she looks like she needs some love.&lt;br /&gt;
I know we will stop soon. We like to stop at a restaurant called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.crackerbarrel.com/&quot;&gt;Cracker Barrel&lt;/a&gt;. We always go in with moms. She hides us in our bag and no one even knows we are there.&lt;br /&gt;
Lola loves to hide her face in the car when we travel. She is so silly&lt;br /&gt;
Not me, I like to look out and say &quot;hello&quot; to everyone. But don&#39;t touch me. If I get scared I yell real loud and people jump back. It is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;
But mom gets scared and always says &quot;G i i i G i i. &quot; Then I hide because mommy is not happy with me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/398621610800921998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/398621610800921998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/398621610800921998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/398621610800921998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-trip.html' title='Our Trip'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-8814669483960723381</id><published>2011-02-26T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:01:55.866-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car seat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gigi and Lola"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystyleconcierge.com"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="north carolina"/><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;OFF ON A ROAD TRIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It is Saturday afternoon and we are running ﻿around the the house. We run around the sofa, into the dinning room, down the hall. Lola, you can&#39;t catch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The phone rings and mom Patricia picks up the phone and start to talk to her sister. She hangs up and them Mommy calls her Sisi a short while later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We stop running. I can see that mommy is worried. She is talking fast and mommy never talks fast. She hangs up and tells grand pa that she must leave early in the morning. Grands pa said he will drive. Mommy P said she needs to take us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Swoop she picks me up and says, &quot;Gigi, we are going on a trip.&quot; What is a trip? I look at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mystyleconcierge.com/furbabies&quot;&gt;sister Lola &lt;/a&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I could see&amp;nbsp;that she does not know what a trip is either. But it sounds like fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Well we are going to North Carolina. She said we will be going to a city called Charlotte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We run to our closet. We have a lot of clothes.&amp;nbsp;We have dresses, t-shirts, sweaters and shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mom puts our stuff in a&amp;nbsp;brown suitcase. She puts in there some sweaters, and coats because she said it is going to be cold. We don&#39;t know what that means. We live in sunny Florida so it gets cold but we don&#39;t need a coat. It rains and then we have to use our raincoat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;There is a lot of activity and mom is packing and getting our stuff. together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mom says we are going to meet &quot;mama.&quot; Mama is my mommy&#39;s mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7aMkYs8jrNuhP9RORgPMuk8AeD2hkcQdcGZV2TzB0kDRQVBBwttZpullGEyr6sa7XsWjugK5aih7J5nnUiIuJRALcGH3ZaC27IT3nT1XQ24EWkGUw964Dog5ZkEj23Q9LQZkgP7QVBU/s1600/in+our+carseat.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7aMkYs8jrNuhP9RORgPMuk8AeD2hkcQdcGZV2TzB0kDRQVBBwttZpullGEyr6sa7XsWjugK5aih7J5nnUiIuJRALcGH3ZaC27IT3nT1XQ24EWkGUw964Dog5ZkEj23Q9LQZkgP7QVBU/s320/in+our+carseat.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So we are off to North Carolina. But first we must get in our car seat. Our mommies think of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Here we come moma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My mommy was sad and gave me lots and lots of kisses. I love her kisses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The party is over, the guests have gone and now we are back home. My mommy, Chenny went to another state to live with my new daddy Jonathan. I stayed with my grands ma, grands pa and of course my sister Gigi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know what to do. Should I sat or should I go? If I go my sister Gigi will be sad and I think I will be sad too. If I stay I know I will be sad because my mommy Chenny is not with me. You see only mommy can give me the best &quot;itchy, scratchy&quot; that is when she scratches my back and I start to stretch out because it feel sooooooo good. No one else can reach that spot. But I guess that is what mom&#39;s do. They know how to make their babies feel so good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All the guests arrived to a band playing to mommy and daddy Sush&#39;s favorite singer, Sinatra. The guests seemed to have enjoyed it too. Mommy and their friends danced and played all night long. They had cameras following them and taking movies of them. Here let me share with you. Tell me what you think. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.elegantefilms.com/videos/chenoajonathan/&quot;&gt;http://www.elegantefilms.com/videos/chenoajonathan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After dancing and eating my grands and my mommy saw the cake. Mommy wanted a very big cake and grands agreed. The two of them spent days talking and planning about the perfect cake. It was so important&amp;nbsp;for both of them to come up with their dream cake. They spent months looking and designing the cake with their favorite cake designer, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bakemeacake.net/site/&quot;&gt;Bake Me A Cake&lt;/a&gt;. Until they came up with this beautiful cake. Do you think it is as pretty as I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Mommy is leaving on a honeymoon and then she will be coming back for just a little bit because she is moving to North Carolina. I will be staying with my sister Gigi and my grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;
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xoxo from Gigi &amp;amp; Lola</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/8596746874315607399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/8596746874315607399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/8596746874315607399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/8596746874315607399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-danced-all-night.html' title='THEY DANCED ALL NIGHT'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDDFrZuaJHx4JJHKM6yn5fhrl-FWUIgUP_wEmVGs5wqsp80O-if05A4YtmBDsZjSa2dy3HSDsxqbhYjN1_sXMqmCxOeBHTJ4iaD99zS4Z8qGOPqXZidh232NY1d3Wjao-sGvQEsUcRKg/s72-c/chenny+shush+in+hall.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-1986918297238817721</id><published>2010-09-24T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:42:18.513-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting married"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going to the chapel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Manolo Blahnik"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Neiman Marcus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Troy Battle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding"/><title type='text'>GOING TO THE CHAPEL, GOING TO GET MARRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;﻿There is a squeal from the ladies and then the heels of their high-heeled shoes start going click, click, click. They are walking very fast looking for purses and cameras and then poppers, Marshal, comes with a big smile and says, &quot;here we go, baby.&quot; Mommy Chenny picked up her dress and the cousins, Gabby, Tori and Dayzy picked up the back of &amp;nbsp;mommy&#39;s dress. The back of the dress is so long they called it a train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Now I get to tell the rest of the story, Lola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ok&amp;nbsp; now I, Gigi, gets to tell you the story because I know my sister Lola is going to get sad again. You see when they all left Loli was very sad because we knew the Chenny was going away for a little while and then she would go away for a long, long time. She was going to miss her mommy Chenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But Chenny was so happy how could we not be happy for her. So I did what I do best. I cleaned Lola&#39;s tears by licking her eyes. I gave her kisses and then we snuggled as they all walked quickly towards the very big car they called a limo. &lt;br /&gt;
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So daddy Marshall took her by the arm and they all left with great big smiles on their faces. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Careful mommy Chenny, watch your step and be careful with you &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/templates/P6.jhtml?itemId=cat3400731&amp;amp;parentId=cat000209&amp;amp;masterId=cat000199&quot;&gt;Manolo Blahnik&#39;s&lt;/a&gt;&quot; , Lola called out. &lt;br /&gt;
The mommy&#39;s love to watch this&amp;nbsp;movie called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/&quot;&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;where they saw these beautiful blue shoes. These shoes were mommy&#39;s &quot;something blue&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Little by little all the girls go in the car and help mommy Chenny and her big dress into the car. They were all going to a special place for a ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;They were heading to the chapel. they were going to get married. Chenny and Jonathan. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See how cute my sister looks all snuggly with my other sister, Chenoa. It&#39;s complicated. Yes she is my sister because my mommy, is Chenny&#39;s mommy. But my sister Chenoa is my other sister from another mother, Lola&#39;s mom. See, I told you it&#39;s complicated. Whatever, my sister Lola looks so cute. But Chenny looks beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Talk real soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gigi&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/7184284594962991395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/7184284594962991395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/7184284594962991395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/7184284594962991395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-my-sister.html' title='THAT&#39;S MY SISTER'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkvE1S4Q0ioNah2xEPSUHQ-PEJiCMrj-8vHkmf06DTt7sRlkNqBeGl-sObJ-1jjRa6xhlHPhidDuADad0rXKpTiIRbt2OJqJ_eOX9TtQDRvTeAiqXQ6hgDE15VyD4VZRirf-NY_GhyphenhyphenO0/s72-c/gigi8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-806788163088858446</id><published>2010-09-11T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:37:17.183-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gigi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls giggling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="having so much fun."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lola"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding day"/><title type='text'>THE WEDDING DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKZFUJsRWJCh_rZh4_Tm9XmeB8gkkUb0Ta4-66MWtOZ0gaMlRBcCexwzfMbWVs1xKUq3TLagXcZrMtmMQ00QXjBmWVQWfu7h0G7RF4BXhyGEZVmHAA50_kdveBKO2nBwCLp4tuAArMf8/s1600/0081.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKZFUJsRWJCh_rZh4_Tm9XmeB8gkkUb0Ta4-66MWtOZ0gaMlRBcCexwzfMbWVs1xKUq3TLagXcZrMtmMQ00QXjBmWVQWfu7h0G7RF4BXhyGEZVmHAA50_kdveBKO2nBwCLp4tuAArMf8/s320/0081.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy&#39;s friends were almost done and they giggled and were so happy. Girls are so much fun when they are dressing up and going to special places. After they were all done they stepped away and looked at mommy Chenny with such great big smiles on their faces. Quietly mommy stepped away and just smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then mama was sitting and kept calling my mommy, Chenny. Mommy runs to go see mama. Mama is my grams mom. She is so beautiful and so funny. She loves to squeel just like my grams. So when my mommy Chennny goes over to see her she just squeels and then laughs so loud. She keeps calls my mommy &quot;Chenita.&quot; &quot;Chenita, que linda&quot;, which means how beautiful Chenny. How do&amp;nbsp;I know? &lt;br /&gt;
Because my gram&#39;s side of the family all speak Spanish. So does my mommy and uncle Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama is our great grandmother. She is so sweet and loves us all so much. Momma loves to sing to us everytime she holds us. That is how we know that she is soooo happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Lola, would love to run up to people and cuddle. Not me, I Gigi do not like to run up to people. My mommy says that I am like a cat. I only go to people when I want to get to know them. If not I runaway to my big puffy bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop interrupting Gigi......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the day my mommy got married there lots of ladies in the house from the moment we woke up. They were brushing and curling and putting things on my mommy&#39;s face. Then when they would finish with her they would go to my grams and do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lola&#39;s grams is my mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so sorry that we have been out of touch for such a long time. My Mommy got married this past November. Her husband, my new daddy, his name is Jonathan. My grams calls him Sush. She says that is what his friends call him.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy for my mommy because she was so happy to get married but so very sad for me. She does not know it yet but I will be telling her about my little feelings in the next couple of posts.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about the day that my mommy was dressed in a beautiful white dress.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/8344049651391725679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/8344049651391725679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/8344049651391725679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/8344049651391725679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-ago-but-we-are-here-again.html' title='So Long ago, but we are here again.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-2720318402003555633</id><published>2009-08-03T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:09:50.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>We are so back in the scene. My sister Lola and I, Gigi, will be writing about our travels regularly. And our momies are now going to have a website where we will be featured.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;Follow us and ask us questions about our new sites. We want to share.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/2720318402003555633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/2720318402003555633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/2720318402003555633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/2720318402003555633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-9063439073280320321</id><published>2008-10-14T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:53:33.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;It was a nice October evening where everyone was talking and running around. Suddenly there was a nice ring, it was the doorbell. Sister Lola and I were sitting in our little cage and everyone started to bark. We were too little to bark so we wagged our tail as fast as we could. There were some voices and suddenly &quot;the mom&quot; came in and looked at the cages. She reached over to another little cage and took out my older sister,&lt;em&gt; Tan&lt;/em&gt;. Then she &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;reached over&lt;/span&gt; and took me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to be out of the cage. We went to another room and there were two beautiful ladies sitting at the floor. They looked at us and they said &quot;oh my, they are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.&quot; Just as they said that we said &quot;oh they look so sweet and pretty.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Then just like that I jumped on my new friends arms and started to kiss her. She giggles and that makes me happy and so I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;licked&lt;/span&gt; her some more! She &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt; even more. Her name is Trish.&lt;br /&gt;The other pretty lady, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Chenoa&lt;/span&gt;,  laughs and reaches over and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;starts&lt;/span&gt; to cuddle me in her arms. She smells so pretty. She kisses me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I look over and &lt;em&gt;Tan&lt;/em&gt; looks so scared. I run over and kiss her and tell her lets play. But she got even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;Then Trisha and her daughter &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Chenoa&lt;/span&gt; started to get sad and said they were looking for two puppies and Tan didn&#39;t seem like she wanted to go with them. Then &quot;the mom&quot; got up and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;disappeared. I was a little worried but then Trisha and Chenoa started to try to make Tan feel better but she got even sadder. Then I heard &quot;the mom&quot; come back and she had Lola in her arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Lola jumped on the floor and then jumped on Chenoa and started kissing her and kissing her till Chenny started to squeal with delight. Chenoa said, &quot;&lt;em&gt;do you want me to be your mommy?&quot;&lt;/em&gt; Lola jumped and kissed her more and more. That was her way of saying yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Trisha, squealed and took me in her arms and said &quot;&lt;em&gt;I am going to be your mommy&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; So I kissed her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;&quot;The mom&quot; left the room and brought my real doggy mom. Chenny and her mom, Trisha reached over and kissed my doggy mom and they told her &quot;we will take care of them for you.&quot; Chenny said, &quot;we will love them a lot and take good care of the.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played and we laughed and we kissed. Then &quot;the mom&quot; said &quot;the girls are not ready to leave till next Friday. &quot;  Chenny and her mom said &quot;we will be here next Friday.&quot; Then they kissed us and handed us over to &quot;the mom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;They got up and looked so sad as they said good bye. Lola said &quot;where are you going?&quot; Chenny came back and gave Lola another kiss. Trishsa said, &quot;we will see you next Friday.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Then the door closed behind them. I felt so sad, wy did or friends have to go?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/9063439073280320321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/9063439073280320321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/9063439073280320321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/9063439073280320321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2008/10/begining.html' title='The Begining'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-6332588495191177993</id><published>2008-10-12T17:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:22:09.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR FIRST HELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BhyphenhyphenL8thX4YuJMm2UgM6tayguun8YvPTDS5Bh1bpj4qyDMwkNG0Zz2oYfNPqLMzssYEYFo4oeeS5dnRhm1nAVaL7WaDnIfoQNZxKDto7u1TYX7Spngue4BXRtabNnQImZABnk-HgfkVc/s1600-h/Gigi+face.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256394672245937986&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BhyphenhyphenL8thX4YuJMm2UgM6tayguun8YvPTDS5Bh1bpj4qyDMwkNG0Zz2oYfNPqLMzssYEYFo4oeeS5dnRhm1nAVaL7WaDnIfoQNZxKDto7u1TYX7Spngue4BXRtabNnQImZABnk-HgfkVc/s320/Gigi+face.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you like my sisters picture? Isn&#39;t she beautiful! That is my sister Lola. I too am a long-haired chihuaha. We will tell you some stories about how our happy lives started. We are two very lucky girls. Here is my picture when I was a baby. Lola and I look a lot a like but yet we look so different. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am smiling in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/feeds/6332588495191177993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5466428670950865783/6332588495191177993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/6332588495191177993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466428670950865783/posts/default/6332588495191177993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigilola.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-first-hello_12.html' title='OUR FIRST HELLO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18100660508643347449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BhyphenhyphenL8thX4YuJMm2UgM6tayguun8YvPTDS5Bh1bpj4qyDMwkNG0Zz2oYfNPqLMzssYEYFo4oeeS5dnRhm1nAVaL7WaDnIfoQNZxKDto7u1TYX7Spngue4BXRtabNnQImZABnk-HgfkVc/s72-c/Gigi+face.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466428670950865783.post-2227937427768196823</id><published>2008-10-12T17:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:49:07.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR FIRST HELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFYlNazFqKU2_qvQdzm5bBpR6ehGenkogu7mzR0oYWwjdT41gm0TNt5fjpWsTs-wdwSTd7hbstVT9BheRVGNwAufeRbQnmG-2LikK9REUuR-yrFoAJyhdSC4WWhb6FhMconfsdUs4Q4Q/s1600-h/Lola+up+close.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256387530261096002&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFYlNazFqKU2_qvQdzm5bBpR6ehGenkogu7mzR0oYWwjdT41gm0TNt5fjpWsTs-wdwSTd7hbstVT9BheRVGNwAufeRbQnmG-2LikK9REUuR-yrFoAJyhdSC4WWhb6FhMconfsdUs4Q4Q/s320/Lola+up+close.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like chihuahuas? Well if you do you will love this blog. This page will be my sister Lola&#39;s and my new home. We will take on some adventures that we have been to. Some adventures will be based on meeting our new families and others of going to new places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce you to my sister Lola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I am Lola, my mommy calls me Loli sometimes and she will also call me LoliPoli. I like all the names she gives me because I know makes them up with lots of love. I am a long-haired Chihuaha just like my sister. 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