tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71101146477966397812024-09-04T07:29:45.865-07:00Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110114647796639781.post-24659917514571340992008-07-23T13:32:00.000-07:002008-07-23T13:54:23.390-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIdutAVFFEC06AxK_vB3OTd65fl_xBqK_mmZdPUxOhFYnm0KeoloJMZm77t5SRCrZyDLXOCw8bj2Gi4M42Y9-TAweoe5L7CZBPqxYvLrdBCquEdy5xGjwwp92aynEbnrWqwIbCp4FH6Ru/s1600-h/JudyRainWindowPost5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIdutAVFFEC06AxK_vB3OTd65fl_xBqK_mmZdPUxOhFYnm0KeoloJMZm77t5SRCrZyDLXOCw8bj2Gi4M42Y9-TAweoe5L7CZBPqxYvLrdBCquEdy5xGjwwp92aynEbnrWqwIbCp4FH6Ru/s320/JudyRainWindowPost5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226315242898752290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Daddy was going to take me to the beach today. We cant go now. I saw him hiding my new swimsuit in the piknik basket. If Mommy were here she would have a piknik in the house. I wish I could go play outside. Why does rain make people sad?Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110114647796639781.post-59513731471401828032008-07-09T10:13:00.001-07:002008-07-17T09:39:40.404-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_D0Af65SMQ6VRvDeFImxI4VOIPygskcLRjMOyGqoRyufUhIwPvHTyprpwOkerDmwyqgNweXLYcUEASlBdhLJuJffE66FwJlmXMwVY7tiM-q-5mry4anCf84nND2Pbjl8UWSRk0_Gn-qQ6/s1600-h/DogJuniorNotUsed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_D0Af65SMQ6VRvDeFImxI4VOIPygskcLRjMOyGqoRyufUhIwPvHTyprpwOkerDmwyqgNweXLYcUEASlBdhLJuJffE66FwJlmXMwVY7tiM-q-5mry4anCf84nND2Pbjl8UWSRk0_Gn-qQ6/s320/DogJuniorNotUsed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221064050674460594" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">My poor doggy was sick this morning and me and Mommy brought him to the pet hospital. It smelled in there.<span style=""> </span>Lots of sick pets.<span style=""> </span>Frankie has to take medicine for a long time.<span style=""> </span>He is always sleeping and hardly play outside. What do you do to make your doggy feel better?</p>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110114647796639781.post-50324805925444635332008-07-07T14:55:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:38:57.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkmHY4HsCPyRnvtXTcxmy260KIYXfCA6yEcWWkgkF6NFohm-9nMBW1O51AxnAHV92Yr3hHe227EI4pkGJxhqg9J4BunjNNgbEl5lulwPdp0ZNHxnHN4GK8dEaT7yYE-qTQVJzDZzZkzKU/s1600-h/JudyBridesmaidBouquetPost3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkmHY4HsCPyRnvtXTcxmy260KIYXfCA6yEcWWkgkF6NFohm-9nMBW1O51AxnAHV92Yr3hHe227EI4pkGJxhqg9J4BunjNNgbEl5lulwPdp0ZNHxnHN4GK8dEaT7yYE-qTQVJzDZzZkzKU/s320/JudyBridesmaidBouquetPost3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220394369478686098" border="0" /></a><br />This Fourth of July was incredibly fun – my cousin got married and I was the flower girl! The bridesmaids were older than me, but I fit right in as we got our hair, nails, and makeup done before the ceremony. I felt so grown up and happy the older girls included me. I had a blast dancing at the reception! I hope that my wedding is just as grand and beautiful as my cousin’s was. I love being in weddings – you get the best view! <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you like being in the wedding party? Or would you rather be a guest at the ceremony?</span>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110114647796639781.post-24899086560115359072008-07-02T11:22:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:38:15.900-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t3ib9rF0UiYFQbsS_nD727BpBv6MnGfDiLFnr-Cka_DaYH0Zx2eGhJ0dfevhohJg93yVdOrVLPy5Ljd2lFeOy0ormH3zpyoDhLDT7CC6L0_5zE0SFV5gut6ofaNPVosUs1LqCAHt_tYQ/s1600-h/JudySOSNotUsed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t3ib9rF0UiYFQbsS_nD727BpBv6MnGfDiLFnr-Cka_DaYH0Zx2eGhJ0dfevhohJg93yVdOrVLPy5Ljd2lFeOy0ormH3zpyoDhLDT7CC6L0_5zE0SFV5gut6ofaNPVosUs1LqCAHt_tYQ/s320/JudySOSNotUsed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218500747212029202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today I saw Daddy crying before bedtime. He looked so sad. Even our dog Frankie couldn’t cheer him up. Mommy is sad too. She was too tired to go swimming in the pool today. I really want them to be happy. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How can I help them be happy?</span>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7110114647796639781.post-30150029394448327172008-06-23T14:29:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:37:47.698-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_i3JnHSvs8ouEFGIxsjCBeWAYv6I7EODJ7GpmwdU1k4dghiiAO4ybi2QkGjt314Dl8vDSyOgmvy1Q-T0FOYFeXkICsmvleMhFusmD5QBPyVsi02-8uXTZpbVA5SzquaPCc8yP5h5whYP/s1600-h/JudyFamilyPost1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_i3JnHSvs8ouEFGIxsjCBeWAYv6I7EODJ7GpmwdU1k4dghiiAO4ybi2QkGjt314Dl8vDSyOgmvy1Q-T0FOYFeXkICsmvleMhFusmD5QBPyVsi02-8uXTZpbVA5SzquaPCc8yP5h5whYP/s320/JudyFamilyPost1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215490593960834802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I’d try to make it picture perfect. I like stories with happy endings. I wish my mom and dad weren’t getting divorced, but they promised me our family will stay just that; a family. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Has anyone ever heard of staying family after divorce? </span>I hope so.Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115044149434965250noreply@blogger.com4