<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 01:41:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>vegan</category><category>cookbooks</category><category>cupcakes</category><category>dad</category><category>halloween</category><category>mother</category><category>pizza</category><category>post punk kitchen</category><category>roy</category><category>sarah kramer</category><category>spooks</category><category>vegetarian</category><title>lizzieviolet</title><description>I am a dark soul with eyes. My parents don&#39;t belong to me and I think I am adopted... at least I hope I am...</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-8272154570791061260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-09T14:09:40.089-05:00</atom:updated><title>been awhile</title><description>i&#39;m a bad blogger.  school has kept me away.  but i&#39;m back now.  for yule my dad gave me more cookbooks and a waffle maker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will write soon to update you on what is going on.  but i can say my sister still hates me.</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-awhile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-4478810397059750281</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T21:26:27.241-05:00</atom:updated><title>soy good</title><description>sorry i haven&#39;t posted, school has been really busy.  and sorry i haven&#39;t posted pictures yet, my dad promises to fix the camera so we can take pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought some soy eggnog today and it was very good, i haven&#39;t ever had the real eggnog so I don&#39;t actually know what it should taste like.  but my dad says the one we picked is exactly the same taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make some from scratch thought.  we found a recipe for eggnog cupcakes and we are trying to figure out how to make it vegan.  if we do and it works we will put the recipe here and take a picture.  i promise.  roys  mom says she has some eggnog recipes somewhere, but if anyone who reads this has vegan eggnog recipes please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/soy-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-445399485077858837</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-02T10:32:12.730-05:00</atom:updated><title>food yummy</title><description>my dad has been giving me grocery shopping lessons.  he says you have to be very careful when buying certain things because their maybe animal products in it.  she showed me that alot of margarines use whey and that not all soy milks are vegan friendly.  i picked up some tetra packs of chocolate soy milk and it had whole milk stuff in it.  he says it has to have the word vegan on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven&#39;t taken any pictures yet, there is something wrong with the memory card of my dad&#39;s camera and he needs to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far together we have made from the recipe books: &lt;br /&gt;seitan&lt;br /&gt;banana bread&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;mayonaisse&lt;br /&gt;scrambled tofu&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;soba noodles and seitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my mom and sister are even liking it all, but still pretend they don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... tonight we are making spicy noodles and tofu, my favourite, but not in the cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had a fun halloween, dressed up as an evil barbie doll</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-yummy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-1984293046894985582</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Oct 2006 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-20T11:48:12.484-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cookbooks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cupcakes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pizza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">post punk kitchen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">roy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sarah kramer</category><title>cook books</title><description>my dad and I have been having alot of fun cooking.  i didn&#39;t know he could cook so good.  he know so many ways to cook tofu.  last night i came home from school to a surprise.  cookbooks and lots of them.  he bought all of the sarah kramer books (la dolce vegan, the garden of vegan and how it all vegan) and the books from the cool girls at postpunkkitchen.com (vegan with a vegence and vegan cupcakes take over the world) after school tonight we are making cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on saturday roy and his mom are coming over and we are going to make vegan pizza&#39;s.  my dad told my mom and sister they were going to eat it with us and not complain.  it was good food and good for them.  did you know roy and his mom are vegan&#39;s too.  i talked alot to roy&#39;s mom before i decided to become vegan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will take pictures and i will post them.</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/cook-books.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-5849876814481988224</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-13T19:04:00.349-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spooks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vegan</category><title>going shopping</title><description>Happy Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow my dad and i are going shopping for stuff we need to cook our vegan meals.  my mother keeps insisting that it is a waste of money and time and that we will waste away to nothing.  i don&#39;t get what she has against it.  when dad and i are alone i am going to ask him why he gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spooks keeps trying to catch his own tail.  is really funny to watch</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-116049425762003082</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T10:30:57.680-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vegan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vegetarian</category><title>the month of halloween</title><description>this is my favourite time of the year.  i love halloween.  i love it so much that i celebrate it every day of the month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been a vegetarian for a very long time.  my mother doesn&#39;t understand why i refuse to eat meat.  starting october 1 i decided to become vegan.  it is driving her crazy because i am asking for soy milk.  she keeps saying you will shrivel up if you don&#39;t drink milk.  my father told her to leave me alone but she said she refuses to buy me my vegan products, my father said fine that i am to give him a grocery list each week and he will get what ever i need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while i heard them arguing and overheard my mother telling my father that he must have told me about his days as a vegan, that is the only way i would know about it.  i didn&#39;t know my father was vegan.  i wonder why he stopped.  but it sounds like he did when he married my mother.  now i have a secret to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i found out about being vegan happened  along time ago.  i am against animal cruelty and many of the websites i check talk about being vegan.  i am old enough to cook my own meals now so i thought this was the best time to start.  my father took me aside and told me that not only will he help me prepare meals, he will teach me how and maybe even start eating them with me.  latetly i have been discovering that my dad isn&#39;t such a jerk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found some really cool websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theppk.com&quot;&gt;the post punk kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.govegan.net&quot;&gt;sarah kramer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://http://veganporn.com/&quot;&gt;vegan porn&lt;/a&gt; (before you freak out it&#39;s not what it looks like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://veganlunchbox.blogspot.com/ &quot;&gt;vegan lunchbox &lt;/a&gt;(i wish she was my mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://shmooedfood.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;recipes from vegan lunch box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vegansociety.com/html/&quot;&gt;vegan society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vegan.com/&quot;&gt;vegan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://isachandra.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;isa chandra (from the post punk kitchen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vegancupcakes.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;vegan cupcakes (from the post punk kitchen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://terryhope.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;terry hope romero (from the post punk kitchen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herbivoremagazine.com/&quot;&gt;herbivore magazine&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/month-of-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-115573786486033132</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-16T09:26:40.680-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stupid camp...</title><description>you must think i am the worst blogger in the world.  turns out i&#39;m just really naive.  it wasn&#39;t just my sister who went to camp, i was tricked into going to.  we all drove up together, the extra suitcase should have given it all away, but my sister is selfish and greedy and i just figured she took too much stuff.  it wasn&#39;t till we got there that they told me i would be staying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back on sunday.  when i checked email all my friends wanted to know why i wasn&#39;t emailing for calling them.  they thought i was mad.  my cat was really mad at me when i got back.  he thought i abandoned him.  my dad looked after him though and bought him lots and lots of treats.  he grew so much since i was gone, he now looks like a grown up cat.  he isn&#39;t mad anymore.  in the basement i found this small neck brace cone looking thing.  when i asked my dad what it was he said he got spooks fixed so he wouldn&#39;t wander off any more.  i don&#39;t know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am back i am going to start adding cool things to my website.  i&#39;m knitting lots of stuff.  the one good thing i learned at camp.  the other think i learned is my sister likes to go behind buildings with boys and if she does anything mean to mean i told her i will tell mom.  blackmail is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me a while but i finally got caught up on stuff.  check out this cool podcast &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shebytchespodcasts.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;www.shebytchespodcasts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.    maybe i will do podcasts too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad feels bad that my mom talked him into leaving me at camp.  we are going shopping for books, comic books and anything else i want.  and he gave me an itunes card so i can download stuff.  i didn&#39;t use to like my dad very much but lately he is trying to be cool.  i think he feels bad when my sister and mom pick on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to call roy, he wants to know about camp!</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-115047770318103227</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-16T12:08:23.200-05:00</atom:updated><title>it&#39;s going to be a good summer!</title><description>it&#39;s going to be a good summer!  my sister is going to camp and will be gone for all of July, if i am lucky bears will eat her.  that is what she wanted for graduating.  she only got B&#39;s so she didn&#39;t get the cell phone she wanted. my mother wanted me to go to camp to but i said no and my dad backed me up.  he said that it might be good if we spent time apart from each other.   i got all A&#39;s so I got a tent and sleeping bags and a new iPod!!!  the black one.  tonight roy and i are going to download music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roys mom has a new boyfriend so he has been spending alot of time over here.  we are going to write a comic book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-going-to-be-good-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid 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I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Place where I bought some cool clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.playdeadcult.com&quot;&gt;www.playdeadcult.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/gloomy-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114653448854389223</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-02T09:07:42.260-05:00</atom:updated><title>i think i should write again...</title><description>i think i should write again. i feel better when i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught my sister throwing out some of my books about poetry. she was trying to get back at me because she was grounded for breaking my old computer. i think she decided to throw out my poetry books because she just doesn&#39;t get poetry. well, she doesn&#39;t get anything other then fashion magazines and britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visit this really cool blog all the time. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twomile.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;twomile.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. her stuff is cool. she is doing alien collages and stories. very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-i-should-write-aga_114653448854389223.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114494027254559129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-13T09:57:52.560-05:00</atom:updated><title>where...</title><description>you are probably wondering where i am.  i haven&#39;t felt much like writing lately...  but will be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114323088618324668</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-24T15:08:06.200-05:00</atom:updated><title>my parents are very strange.</title><description>my parents are very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i was grounded and haven&#39;t been able to use my computer or the internet. only for school work. and i haven&#39;t been allowed to hang out with roy.  i spent alot of time with my new kitten instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my kitten scratched my sister and when i laughed at her for acting too much, she pushed my computer off my desk and broke it.  i was so upset that i stayed in my room.  for the first time i can remember she was grounded and my father yelled at her and called her selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father bought me a new imac and told my sister if she ruined anything else he would take all her things away.   he told me to invite roy over for dinner so i could show him my new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother cried.</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-parents-are-very-strange.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114261205555477770</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-17T12:57:22.103-05:00</atom:updated><title>empty...</title><description>... i seem to be missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven&#39;t been inspired to write lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... roy asks what&#39;s wrong, his mom asks what&#39;s wrong, my family doesn&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&#39;t fit with my own flesh and blood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... they don&#39;t make me feel wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own sister tells me she hates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my parents only talk to me when i am in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend and his mother are more like my family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i am very sad today</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114160188073302444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-05T18:40:06.976-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7745/2132/1600/lizzienewfront.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7745/2132/320/lizzienewfront.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and roy when we were little</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-me-and-roy-when-we-were-little.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114123747214095819</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-01T13:24:32.153-05:00</atom:updated><title>sick and suspended</title><description>hi, you are probably wondering where I have been. first I had the flu... I got it from roy. then I have been grounded again. this time for real. no t.v., not that I watch it, no internet, no playing with roy. we were assigned a science project at school. we were told we had to build a working model of something. i built a working guillotine, with a blade and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher was horrified when she saw it was real. it&#39;s not like it was life size or anything. i was suspended for a week and my parent were called into the office. they got in more trouble than i did because they should have been supervising me. i am not suspended any more but am still grounded till sunday, but am using the internet in the library at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time they should be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-and-suspended.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114055383948035621</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-21T15:30:39.520-05:00</atom:updated><title>stupid family...</title><description>what is wrong with my family... i don&#39;t understand them... or how it is possible that i am related to them... my father gives me a cat, saying he thinks i am lonely... my sister get jealous and starts having tantrums saying she wants a cat too... the only benefit of her new found tantrums is she stopped whining about her headless, armless dolls... which is no longer any fun for me... then my father threatens to give my cat away if he doesn&#39;t catch the mouse, which by the way scared my mother so bad she wouldn&#39;t come off the kitchen table for an hour. then my father agrees to buy my sister a cat as well, except my sister seems to be afraid of cats... or maybe she is just afraid of spooky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my father that if he gives spooky away i will run away. and i will. roy and i want to join a circus. so any reason to do it is fine with me. but first i would have to rescue spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114046165790356895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-20T13:54:17.916-05:00</atom:updated><title>where...</title><description>you are probably wondering where i have gone... i am beginning to wonder myself...</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-114011459733835027</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-16T13:29:57.353-05:00</atom:updated><title>sick...</title><description>i&#39;ve been sick. roy got the flu and now i have it...</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113993180687053662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-14T10:43:26.896-05:00</atom:updated><title>black hearts..</title><description>today is valentines day and I have given eveyrone in my class a card with a black heart on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy and i have trained spooky to hiss at my sister each time she comes near. she is now terrified of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-hearts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113959099465337922</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-10T12:03:14.666-05:00</atom:updated><title>spooky the mouse eater???</title><description>my sister said the only reason my dad got the kitten was to catch the mouse. how stupid does she think i am. i have already introduced spooky and mousey and made spooky promise not to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father isn&#39;t as smart as he thinks he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/spooky-mouse-eater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113950050588410002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-09T10:55:05.893-05:00</atom:updated><title>spooky...</title><description>i don&#39;t think my parents talk. and sometimes I don&#39;t get my father. we barely talk too. tonight he came home with a kitten. she is black with green eyes. my sister squealed when she saw her thinking right away that our father brough her home for her. my mother even thought that. but when he came home, he walked over to me with her and handed the kitten to me. he said, &#39;here lizzie, someone at work was giving way kittens and i thought you could use a friend. you have to take good care of her though.&#39; i stared at him for a while. i didn&#39;t know what to say. then he said &#39;after dinner we will go to the grocery store to get all the things your new friend needs.&#39; all I could say was &#39;ok, thank you daddy&#39;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my new kitty is named &#39;spooky&#39;. she doesn&#39;t like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/spooky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113942878285218298</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-08T14:59:42.860-05:00</atom:updated><title>cold cereal</title><description>do you ever sometimes wonder how you ended up with your family... i do each morning i come down for breakfast... i refuse to eat anything that comes from an animal.. each day i fight with my mother who insists on cooking eggs and dead beast every single day. each meal is either cooked along side meat or comes with meat or has meat in it... i think killing animals to eat them is just wrong... everyday i eat cold cereal with soy milk... my mother says i need meat or i won&#39;t grow up strong and healthy... i keep giving her stuff to read saying i don&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning my sister called me a ghoul when were sitting at breakfast... when i ignored her she started to say mean things about roy and his mom... she wore my cold cereal and milk to school today... i get to go straight home to my room tonight... whose being punished... not me... of course i have to use the internet at school to write this.. i am banned for the rest of the week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/cold-cereal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113933423151491532</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-07T12:43:51.526-05:00</atom:updated><title>traps...</title><description>odd... my sister has noticed that her dolls are now missing legs... I know because I saw the panicked look on her face. then terror on her face when she saw me in the door smiling at her. i don&#39;t think she will be throwing tantrums about her dolls any longer. as a matter of fact when our mother mentioned at dinner that they would buy her new dolls soon, she said she changed her mind and didn&#39;t want new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad asked me if i was the one who keeps taking the mouse traps. i shrugged my shoulders and walked away. if they look hard enough they will find them under my sisters bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/traps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113923986831638194</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-06T10:31:08.336-05:00</atom:updated><title>the one legged doll...</title><description>being punished for ruining my sisters dolls has been worth it. i was suppose to spend the weekend at roy&#39;s... to give my sister a break...  she had another tantrum squealling like a pig... saying why should i be able to spend the weekend at my friends when i have ruined all her dolls. being the spoiled brat that she is my mother decided to punish me more... i was told i could not go to roy&#39;s, couldn&#39;t use the internet and had to spend the entire weekend at home and in my room except for meals. what ever... all that did was give me more time to plot against them...  the weather was really bad this weekend so my sister was also stuck in the house all weekend... with me. she spent most of her time watching stupid movies... in the living room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...her dolls are all missing their left legs now... wonder when she will notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-legged-doll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111099.post-113898265485451618</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-03T11:04:14.866-05:00</atom:updated><title>more doll heads...</title><description>last night was another night of my stupid sister screaming about her doll heads. after dinner i went to roys house so i wouldn&#39;t have to listen to her anymore. i was going to see if we could use his moms&#39; camera to take pictures of the heads and leave them all over my house for my sister to find. roy cant&#39; find the heads and arms anywhere. oh well, it would have been funny. now i have to find another way to torture her. i heard my mom say they would buy her some new dolls. i will wait a few days and then maybe take one and then leave her a ransom note. that would be even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy asked me if i was afraid my sister would destroy my dolls. i told him that my sister is too afraid to come into my room, plus i have a collection of very odd dolls like lenore, the nightmare before christmas dolls and the living dead dolls. my sister thinks they may be possessed so she doesn&#39;t touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom agreed to let me spend the weekend at roy&#39;s house. she said my sister needs a break. roys mom is renting a whole bunch of scary movies and making brownies and her spicy, cheesy popcorn. i can stay there till sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope mousey is ok when i am away. my dad put a bunch more traps down, all of which i threw out again. i wish he would leave the mouse alone. it&#39;s not hurting anyone.</description><link>http://lizzievioletsblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-doll-heads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie violet)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>