tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73246111840971221612009-10-12T21:44:12.695-07:00Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324611184097122161.post-15704236413993103852008-06-05T03:19:00.000-07:002008-06-05T03:20:21.065-07:00Once upon a time a hamster was walking along when a boy saw her and the boy had a horn and blew it but the hamster kept on walking until she heard "Mommy a spider climbed down the roof!"<br />"I want to help" she said to herself and ran as fast as her teeny weeny legs could carry her.<br />She followed the sound to some steps, she got a small rope big enough for the stairs.<br />She swung the rope and it landed at the end of all the stairs. at the top she saw a huge door, there was a little crack!<br />"I'm going in there'" she said, (her name was Cuty) and Cuty went in. She saw dogs, cats, snakes, and men. Cuty went further in and she saw hamsters!! She froze.<br />Soon a man walked by, he saw the red eyed little hamster, he picked her up and put her with the other hamsters. The hamster was so scared and was starting to get so sleepy that she fainted. The other hamster caught her and put her to bed. The other hamsters looked a lot like Cuty but they had green eyes.<br />When Cuty woke up she wasn't in her little house, she was in a cage. The cage was in a room. Cuty started studying the room. It was pink with a cradle and a bunk bed. She wrote all of the details in her book. She looked up and saw a girl. She didn't know her but Cuty was happy. The girl picked up Cuty and cuddled her. Cuty also hugged her as hard as she could. Now she felt safe. The girl asked, "Cuty do you want to sleep with me?" Cuty nodded very nicely. From now on they lived together.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324611184097122161-1570423641399310385?l=messagetomyfriends.blogspot.com'/></div>Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324611184097122161.post-1237583632220112572008-05-20T22:15:00.000-07:002008-05-20T22:23:15.966-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/SDOxvMgEFEI/AAAAAAAAGXI/9inwlBePC_U/s1600-h/DSCF5776.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/SDOxvMgEFEI/AAAAAAAAGXI/9inwlBePC_U/s320/DSCF5776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202697418910733378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/SDOwlcgEFDI/AAAAAAAAGXA/yvkgnzoSufA/s1600-h/DSCF5781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/SDOwlcgEFDI/AAAAAAAAGXA/yvkgnzoSufA/s320/DSCF5781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202696151895381042" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324611184097122161-123758363222011257?l=messagetomyfriends.blogspot.com'/></div>Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324611184097122161.post-76224302999036580622008-01-12T04:22:00.000-08:002008-01-12T05:42:18.783-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4jA02oIptI/AAAAAAAAF5c/T9q9yHaOvaE/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4jA02oIptI/AAAAAAAAF5c/T9q9yHaOvaE/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154581787775117010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i8X2oIpsI/AAAAAAAAF5U/9jkAY07OuJo/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i8X2oIpsI/AAAAAAAAF5U/9jkAY07OuJo/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154576891512399554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i5VGoIprI/AAAAAAAAF5M/lOLo1qiwCDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0906.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i5VGoIprI/AAAAAAAAF5M/lOLo1qiwCDQ/s320/DSC_0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154573545732875954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i31WoIpqI/AAAAAAAAF5E/EJovR8dXmJI/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i31WoIpqI/AAAAAAAAF5E/EJovR8dXmJI/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571900760401570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i1g2oIppI/AAAAAAAAF48/l2sCHD-K3Pc/s1600-h/DSCN1260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R4i1g2oIppI/AAAAAAAAF48/l2sCHD-K3Pc/s320/DSCN1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154569349549827730" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Mrs Bradley,<br />I was a flower girl at my uncles wedding . <br />We also went to the beach .<br />we went to Disney land for fun.I played balderdash to. I got to hold Rachel on the airplane.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324611184097122161-7622430299903658062?l=messagetomyfriends.blogspot.com'/></div>Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324611184097122161.post-86557181075189280392007-12-29T05:52:00.000-08:002007-12-29T07:03:31.829-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R3ZYMI5rReI/AAAAAAAAF40/oHa2wsEnjjM/s1600-h/IMG_0420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R3ZYMI5rReI/AAAAAAAAF40/oHa2wsEnjjM/s320/IMG_0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149400189515810274" border="0" /></a><br />is this pitcher nice?I will show you a picture of me near the castle.somebody has drawn on the wall. i wander who wrote on the wall,on one of the wall's there was a hart ,now that was weird.I wander why they drew a hart on the wall.Maybe they loved the queen.do you think so?mhmh.<br /> LOVE FROM LISA TO JASMEN.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324611184097122161-8655718107518928039?l=messagetomyfriends.blogspot.com'/></div>Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324611184097122161.post-26580297587144221412007-12-26T22:56:00.000-08:002007-12-26T23:31:13.107-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R3NR6Y5rRdI/AAAAAAAAF4s/i6Q5livbmBc/s1600-h/IMG_0381.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2jvWMRtTSM0/R3NR6Y5rRdI/AAAAAAAAF4s/i6Q5livbmBc/s320/IMG_0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548862573233618" border="0" /></a><br />dear Jasmen I got a camera for Christmas, i took really nice pitchers of a cassel ,i will show you one. isn't it nice?this cassel is 830years old.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324611184097122161-2658029758714422141?l=messagetomyfriends.blogspot.com'/></div>Rottershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185469347692379232noreply@blogger.com0