tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11428183034663146952024-03-14T03:08:21.044-07:00Mireya's BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-63474270649998772362012-10-31T07:25:00.000-07:002012-10-31T07:25:46.555-07:00OURWORLD.COMCheck out this AWESOME web site<br />
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Really fun Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-77382669115194638852012-05-12T19:17:00.002-07:002012-05-13T08:38:57.989-07:00My new Game<div style="background-color: magenta; color: red;">
<u>I made up a new game called"Spider Web." I made it up based on a game I used to play with my Grandma.</u></div>
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<u style="background-color: magenta; color: red;"> You use a needle. That plays a big part in this game. Here's how to play...You start as near to the door as you can. You can use the needle to move the strings out of the way.But if you touch any of the strings with your skin,clothes or hair, more than 5 times you have to start over.And the socks are spiders and you can't move the strings they're hanging on with your needle. If you touch them with any part of your body you have start over. </u>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-18840355630624914642012-02-12T12:09:00.000-08:002012-02-12T12:33:20.065-08:00The Snow Leopard Book<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This is my snow leopard book.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">All About Snow Leopards</span></span><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.3926858592311139"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:transparent;" >All About Snow Leopards</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.3926858592311139"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >By:Mireya B. Prosapio</span><br /></p><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:transparent;" >sapio </span><br /><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.3926858592311139"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/DQedJdI7RNUkOjF3dUDouSjXQgnnE0pQybQQ5jlAoy5v8-jOTuy2YGLJMdI2HG9XoHCV14USFQjgOAUw4mvVJs28xMTJ8xMABJY9FnMEQ822YVmZ-6E" width="228px;" height="142px;" /></p><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:transparent;" >By Mireya Pro</span><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >The snow leopards are endangered. Because people are shooting them. They are shooting them because the snow leopards are killing their animals, they also kill them because of their fur. (Their fur is gray with black or brown spots and a bushy tail.)They kill the animals because the people are hunting their food. Which is blue sheep, Asiatic ibex. An Asiatic ibex is a type of goat. They also eat small rodents, like rabbits and birds. It takes them 4 days to eat a blue sheep or a goat. Snow leopards live in China, Russia and the Himalayas in Asia.They weigh about 7 or 8 times the weight of a normal house cat. They are also 2 ft. tall from their paws to their shoulders. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;" >Want more information? Go to http://snowleopardblog.com.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ></span></p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">This is a snow leopard cub in the snow<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" >This is a snow leopard cub in the snow.</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" >.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/c8YiHAvHWDb4GS0CTIYjQcB5q3RIr_tdIZwIF_V9DdRJ0iXhgDhmsfPc5VfVvalZ4UvgY1_Nd59E2cWkaAJzVECXacoCT_j1wO4-kMCBJpI5QaaxS_c" width="427px;" height="315px;" /></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >This is a drawn picture of a snow leopard family.</span></p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/coNmbRHK3gFMb5QjWkExhxA3j2DiPPRnkplssv2u8XnZLT-mRg9AcW7yZ9TlGCxAgTgTPZsxo4XxMX-HP0GH3SUcuNne-Z05FeQfTC8PjjyO3sufgT0" width="248px;" height="342px;" /></span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" > </span><br /></div><br /><p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" id="internal-source-marker_0.3926858592311139"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Corsiva;font-size:96px;color:transparent;" >All</span><br /></p><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:21px;color:transparent;" ></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-18068074763989195082012-02-12T11:55:00.000-08:002012-02-12T12:08:38.458-08:00Bike Riding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNrJkYJV9mAmMggj8jk7TRs3ykx6r8HLOp967QYhRgiy7O2NjSjudnsZlEj3imr_1kNZJ_leGT1VDwf0Gtyhqhyphenhypheno21WC_E1WmJ7NZZnRL4eHwSrOYEcAxrZWw5fEaqSoFEtIr_OkIqVw/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNrJkYJV9mAmMggj8jk7TRs3ykx6r8HLOp967QYhRgiy7O2NjSjudnsZlEj3imr_1kNZJ_leGT1VDwf0Gtyhqhyphenhypheno21WC_E1WmJ7NZZnRL4eHwSrOYEcAxrZWw5fEaqSoFEtIr_OkIqVw/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708340712663615106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This is me riding my old bike. At first I couldn't balance myself,but with the help of my mom and dad I did it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyoYGyMMHDRDmKO2jRtCrfYFhyphenhyphencAGoVbcBoKaXXtS9GE4D7hnL850SDzH-rXZTXaC6shm4tgIS6EnxDXfAjzc9Z8gtgWJC82LaduWqtOvPG26mTGvVcDxDftt__XJxva4hS9zAdb12sY/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyoYGyMMHDRDmKO2jRtCrfYFhyphenhyphencAGoVbcBoKaXXtS9GE4D7hnL850SDzH-rXZTXaC6shm4tgIS6EnxDXfAjzc9Z8gtgWJC82LaduWqtOvPG26mTGvVcDxDftt__XJxva4hS9zAdb12sY/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708341424958681426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When my mom and dad were gone I rode at my grandma's house, we played bike games ,like ,monster when she cased me around., and when I pretended to deliver her mail.On friday, when my dad picked me up, we went straight to target, to buy a new bike,called Misty. When we got home me and my dad rode to my grandma's house the long way ,then stopped for water, then rode back the same way. </span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-43642769941852089762012-02-12T10:43:00.000-08:002012-02-12T11:15:17.633-08:00The Magic TableSorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been very busy. Like when I got a giant ball from Santa!! Or when Madeline came over for a play date,and when I went to Arlington with my dad,and all the fun things I did, I even got shoes with toes,and when I went to the Fort Worth Zoo! ! I also caught some of it on my new phone! The thing I didn't like was when school started again,during the weekends I also learned to ride my bike without training wheels! Then Daddy went to get me a new bike and helmet.The reason I'm doing this post is to catch you up. Starting with the book I got published in our school library! First I had to come up with a title I came up with"The Magic Table",then I write it down on the computer, after I finished it Mommy fixed the mistakes,then I printed it out. Then I brought it to school and published it. <br />Here it is><br /> The Magic Table<br />By:Mireya B. Prosapio<br /> <br /><br />One day when Mireya was under her special table she started to cry, because no one understood her. Then she heard a voice, behind her. “Go away!” she half-sobbed, half-shouted. She didn’t hear an answer. “Oh great, now I’m imagining voices!” she exclaimed.<br /><br />“You’re not imagining my voice,” it answered calmly. <br /><br />“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed.<br /><br />Her mom and dad came rushing into the room, both asking what happened. The only problem was she was asking herself the same question. Mireya’s mom told her to call them if anything happened again. She quickly nodded her head. <br /><br />She had to figure out what was happening to her. She kept an ear out for the voice, she had a plan. Maybe she could befriend the voice.<br /><br />Then she heard it more clearly, it sounded like a little version of what she heard before,it sounded scared when it said “Are you my mommy?”<br /><br />“No, what does your mommy look like?” Mireya asked softly.<br /><br />”Um, well just like me,” it said.<br /><br />Then something amazing happened to Mireya. When a little snow leopard stepped into the light, the table was suddenly in a cave in the Himalayas, that were in Asia. She held in another scream, and as if that wasn’t weird enough, the mother snow leopard came in and said, “Lilly, what did I tell you about not talking to strangers?”<br /><br />“Sorry, Mommy,” said Lilly.<br /><br />“It’s okay this time,” the mom said.<br /><br />“W-whats y-y-your name?” Mireya stuttered.<br /><br />“Oh how impolite of me, my name is Cornielia,” she answered. Mireya was amazed of two things one:she just realized they were talking ,two: animals can’t talk!!!<br /><br />“Do you want to see something cool?”Lilly asked.<br /><br />“Sure, why not,”Mireya replied.<br /><br />“Come with me!” Lilly said excitedly. Next thing Mireya knew she was soaring over the mountain peaks. <br /><br />“How do you do that?” Mireya asked.<br /><br />“Oh, well every snow leopard can fly,” she replied as if everyone should know this. <br /> “This is awesome!” Mireya shouted joyfully. The next thing she knew she was snow boarding down mountains, ice skating on frozen rivers, having a snowball fight with a snow leopard and having freshly frozen popsicles. While her family was watching her playing with her stuffed snow leopard ,only Mireya could see that the snow leopard was magical.<br /> Little Mireya went there every day after that,but one day when she was about to see her friends, she tripped over a tiny pony, who said jokingly, “Hey, watch it, you’re running into the famous Snowfall.” Then Mireya fell into the lap of a mermaid.<br />“My name is Shela ,oh and watch out for the bats,” the mermaid warned. Mireya was about to scream but she calmed herself down, then she made friends with them too.<br /> From then on she always took turns playing with her Lilly, Cornielia, Shela and Snowfall almost very day.<br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />The EndAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-30149183601372002112011-09-04T08:55:00.000-07:002011-09-04T09:01:28.040-07:00Kittens deadA few years ago Kitten died. Luckely she went to cat heven peacefully.
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-937707592382871682011-03-20T08:08:00.000-07:002011-03-20T08:57:09.256-07:00Butterfly Rescue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkQ1Q_mDFqI-LQ2rTr8L27kgRKutQ_41NtSHBfJlu8lfbmdcaRINkyaqF1GiCO7CRFN6KiU_uRR1hMHeVbL5T0Ypqv-sYRpN6NRM1sijLC_Rg1HesBgRDy49NOG-TLTvkxJxMwvHZ8v0/s1600/butterfly.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkQ1Q_mDFqI-LQ2rTr8L27kgRKutQ_41NtSHBfJlu8lfbmdcaRINkyaqF1GiCO7CRFN6KiU_uRR1hMHeVbL5T0Ypqv-sYRpN6NRM1sijLC_Rg1HesBgRDy49NOG-TLTvkxJxMwvHZ8v0/s200/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586191735322632866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">One day when my family was in Odessa and Jorden and Roman were visiting Jorden and I found a butterfly, with a broken wing so we named it Wing. It couldn't fly so we put it in a safe place for the night. Then in the morning if flew away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size:130%;">THE END</span></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-53549271876663473902010-11-24T17:51:00.000-08:002010-11-25T06:16:32.047-08:00My Snow Leopard Book<span style="color:#000000;"><em>I just wrote a book all about snow leopards! I'm so exitited we're going to print it out tommorow. I wrote it because my school has no snow leopard books!! So I decided I would write one of my own, the other reason I wrote it because I love snow leopards. I even have a stuffed one this might sound funny or weird, you better get used to it because that's me, any way I named it Snow Leopard. I already wrote about him. Back to the subject. The title is All About Snow Leopards. Maybe in my next post I could show you my book. I think you will really like it. </em></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-51836710476454712322010-09-20T15:42:00.000-07:002010-09-20T15:56:28.300-07:00another vist to saving the snow leopardsI just visited <a href="http://snowleopardblog.com/">saving the snow leopards</a> and read that snow leopards can not be released into the wild yet. I wish they could. But some of them have a tracking collar that they use.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-45746277332991172062010-09-19T06:36:00.000-07:002010-09-19T07:18:23.923-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFG_SwCt29u_3_bzYu2mXR6COcve_qeWxq9rWggLyGPz-UQxx3RMCFTo9FCIE6-sWA5ksP13Kkv-VNVMxpZbX-Ev1rP7FfFMvu_Sd_2Kc2d6kqfQolmIWYRfjUb7NHT1UG4CRboNkH5rM/s1600/IMG_4098.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFG_SwCt29u_3_bzYu2mXR6COcve_qeWxq9rWggLyGPz-UQxx3RMCFTo9FCIE6-sWA5ksP13Kkv-VNVMxpZbX-Ev1rP7FfFMvu_Sd_2Kc2d6kqfQolmIWYRfjUb7NHT1UG4CRboNkH5rM/s400/IMG_4098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625192733175682" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /><br /> These are some of the pictures of the kittens witch I will tell you about later. Anyway they are snuggled with Roxie. I think they love each other. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFG_SwCt29u_3_bzYu2mXR6COcve_qeWxq9rWggLyGPz-UQxx3RMCFTo9FCIE6-sWA5ksP13Kkv-VNVMxpZbX-Ev1rP7FfFMvu_Sd_2Kc2d6kqfQolmIWYRfjUb7NHT1UG4CRboNkH5rM/s1600/IMG_4098.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpgRh_aErAZaoDPfgeo7pplIMdN0jdzqSYMhYHy4O38fGkia09ectywiGkG8sIPuGGEtQxPUe-ghS7i2j_QXy0i7gSQPoMy0c7RRdCItHnPmEv0H-NTTScPYV-_mJLEe11dTvbNCxgm4/s1600/IMG_4111.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpgRh_aErAZaoDPfgeo7pplIMdN0jdzqSYMhYHy4O38fGkia09ectywiGkG8sIPuGGEtQxPUe-ghS7i2j_QXy0i7gSQPoMy0c7RRdCItHnPmEv0H-NTTScPYV-_mJLEe11dTvbNCxgm4/s400/IMG_4111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625178412906962" border="0" /></a><br />This is one with Dyno.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTlhhE5QAkkM1xDmg_Vbg76pANfROt2M_JmW58_xhki47xnEYhgzCzeQI01_lacXFG4P3Zf_n-6xd3gHX_1qv3xrLML0_Lil5cVzIM_FErRaTgZH67vsef5bFNGkbd-CVoS6rbu_InLo/s1600/IMG_4150.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTlhhE5QAkkM1xDmg_Vbg76pANfROt2M_JmW58_xhki47xnEYhgzCzeQI01_lacXFG4P3Zf_n-6xd3gHX_1qv3xrLML0_Lil5cVzIM_FErRaTgZH67vsef5bFNGkbd-CVoS6rbu_InLo/s400/IMG_4150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625165621089058" border="0" /></a>I am going to save the most shocking for last. Here they are asleep together in there old cat bed now they are already going outside and theier not even 1.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHMQGI3AVRh33aSJc8WMQTMYVofLahBnwHXPA-YLI8cy4Y8Dz-klNJAECHKAW1GQ_QiuRVqpEvSDA8WP0C_LbZecEC16tF_BkNcm1Cz5EEptkRf4NCxMnPUl6PR20RS_AYmH5fAqJ8pg/s1600/IMG_4058.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHMQGI3AVRh33aSJc8WMQTMYVofLahBnwHXPA-YLI8cy4Y8Dz-klNJAECHKAW1GQ_QiuRVqpEvSDA8WP0C_LbZecEC16tF_BkNcm1Cz5EEptkRf4NCxMnPUl6PR20RS_AYmH5fAqJ8pg/s400/IMG_4058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625153475011842" border="0" /></a>This is Bella with her puppy. Haha. I know they love each other.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-47304580733421772472010-08-20T13:04:00.000-07:002010-08-20T13:36:21.762-07:00Stables stories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I5y16vANyiqeh4BJCEiTl-03cFAG4XT0g0jNAvxp2h6GA1naGw0kr2lQiqmZXJRKbaPS5yCBBmETThgWhtpCQ1cfk21yP8EsEkyecjueqMC9jWyZS9FcqlDH3bCp6Rqm-aSLq0pacMg/s1600/IMG_1883.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I5y16vANyiqeh4BJCEiTl-03cFAG4XT0g0jNAvxp2h6GA1naGw0kr2lQiqmZXJRKbaPS5yCBBmETThgWhtpCQ1cfk21yP8EsEkyecjueqMC9jWyZS9FcqlDH3bCp6Rqm-aSLq0pacMg/s400/IMG_1883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507586719718814434" border="0" /></a>This is Cody my favorite horse! I rode him in over 10 circles. He's really nice. I ride him every time we go to the stables! Someday I will get my own horse. I can't wait until I do!!!!! I really love him. I think he loves me too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyZnzCBl9Ba718yPDAZIAXR1Ykmi-qAphkKcBNAmDUxce8I5kOP9_tyRcyWHECt0wJAM1MMQNYQx7h8Aa23q-s8qMov7dzc9IVCEaj2_HGaQweZ157bdmt4Zi0nPKj9OawMrhIxqjePc/s1600/IMG_1836.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyZnzCBl9Ba718yPDAZIAXR1Ykmi-qAphkKcBNAmDUxce8I5kOP9_tyRcyWHECt0wJAM1MMQNYQx7h8Aa23q-s8qMov7dzc9IVCEaj2_HGaQweZ157bdmt4Zi0nPKj9OawMrhIxqjePc/s400/IMG_1836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507585721863272978" border="0" /></a>This is Smokey.My Mom's new horse. He doesn't spook a lot. Mommy rides hm a lot. I can tell that they love each other. He's a really good horse, jut like the next horse I will talk about. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeD4hL696gNLbZ8GC5Ac7ipxDAHJqTwEssuPEU0Ux9OdNEhH7U_GKUIEnksmtZnceQ6Zsmzv3HJZcfDL2N-iHeH5dHlDXTpMTldqq8EN9xyQBoJxBCiKUU4uxAQNiF9RYR4w1pIlk9yzo/s1600/IMG_1807.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeD4hL696gNLbZ8GC5Ac7ipxDAHJqTwEssuPEU0Ux9OdNEhH7U_GKUIEnksmtZnceQ6Zsmzv3HJZcfDL2N-iHeH5dHlDXTpMTldqq8EN9xyQBoJxBCiKUU4uxAQNiF9RYR4w1pIlk9yzo/s400/IMG_1807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507585715884378018" border="0" /></a>This is Lilly my sister's horse. She cantered on her it was so cool. I ride her too. They<br />love each other. She almost never spooks.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-14010684827029359172010-05-03T16:11:00.000-07:002010-05-03T16:34:20.846-07:00Kitten<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXD30pC5cEM9L4-wkO-QKlErT7Pkn-UqzdufcIqfK72WiPyDJ2r3eWOoME0SLkK2JT9uUx6XGiR1KhL90FRvrjSMyBbbP2uTOhtaTv3h1_CsiqcyzI1qsMZJo0nMAxZfsmcSPFamEEAw/s1600/kitten.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXD30pC5cEM9L4-wkO-QKlErT7Pkn-UqzdufcIqfK72WiPyDJ2r3eWOoME0SLkK2JT9uUx6XGiR1KhL90FRvrjSMyBbbP2uTOhtaTv3h1_CsiqcyzI1qsMZJo0nMAxZfsmcSPFamEEAw/s400/kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467191222553555218" border="0" /></a><br />This is Kitten she is inside and outside.Her breed is a domestic short hair. I really like her. one time we tried to give her a bath. It didn't really work out. She jumped out of the bathtub the first time she had a chance. I dressed her up one time too. In a pink dress she didn't like it. But I thought it was cute.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-70387287047911532002010-05-02T12:45:00.000-07:002010-05-02T13:06:24.648-07:00Mireya the reporter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3vQJxwFWZWr5DMxDGAFLPsVRGrj4mEj5tXD9O5koIGVXnxSuTSr749arhieOvpyYJnjdURhnthyYTovYQMQ1XOKnYmqtok0yOSskDYaYRh2SMvra4ca1SVBT_owwb0AaGLiLyhtXne8/s1600/reportershot.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3vQJxwFWZWr5DMxDGAFLPsVRGrj4mEj5tXD9O5koIGVXnxSuTSr749arhieOvpyYJnjdURhnthyYTovYQMQ1XOKnYmqtok0yOSskDYaYRh2SMvra4ca1SVBT_owwb0AaGLiLyhtXne8/s400/reportershot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466763239005598658" border="0" /></a>We went to a dog training thing and I pretended to be a reporter. This is what I said.Hi I'm Mireya it's a very hot may first. Sierra is having her first dog training competition with Dyno. They are one of the best teams.I'm watching Sierra and Dyno. Dyno is a beagle aussie mix. Some of the competitions have ribbons. Sierra is the 8th one out. there are lot's of smart dog's there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-39789940918155755142010-04-24T05:42:00.000-07:002010-04-24T06:00:58.936-07:00About Snow Leopard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkSbdFSNP8OV9FrmUE8Ujt7piPfkSiQ5eor53g9TQ35NP-nnNDBfEWhqDMPmGl_ryk37ARTIiyvKjwOsiTeojOdT-6PK_uEHbiydCU96mOqXKrUDUOkT41EYgbLqc3LjaUrH94QACoic/s1600/HPIM6498.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkSbdFSNP8OV9FrmUE8Ujt7piPfkSiQ5eor53g9TQ35NP-nnNDBfEWhqDMPmGl_ryk37ARTIiyvKjwOsiTeojOdT-6PK_uEHbiydCU96mOqXKrUDUOkT41EYgbLqc3LjaUrH94QACoic/s400/HPIM6498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463688202947321474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Snow Leopard. He sleeps with me every night. I'm afraid of the dark. I got him with my pitrue money when I was 4. He's my faroite stuffed animal. I think he can talk to me. He's alive to me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-69528951812758597302010-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:002010-01-31T11:56:53.354-08:00snowleopards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBGLTw51Ly7kcKqLblXJI_2DFN9v3uNZn_zxjHaagKSwr3G2Jy684PVONF9P9Bt7EhfqRj9l4oGQRxAWOcWfBOXXHsbLhHL9j4Tyiq-sHU-JafAJOjFMszllSkn717ANu2_wUcczMdAA/s1600-h/meandsnowleopard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBGLTw51Ly7kcKqLblXJI_2DFN9v3uNZn_zxjHaagKSwr3G2Jy684PVONF9P9Bt7EhfqRj9l4oGQRxAWOcWfBOXXHsbLhHL9j4Tyiq-sHU-JafAJOjFMszllSkn717ANu2_wUcczMdAA/s400/meandsnowleopard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432991995542242098" border="0" /></a>I went to a blog called saving snow leopard. I learned that most snow leopards are being shot and some people take snow leopards food so the snow leopards have to kill peoples animals and get shot. I'm going to save my money to donate to save the snow leopards. I thnk I might be able to help to save the snow leopards. I'm going to donate on october 30th. I love snow leopards!<br /><img src="file:///Users/Winter/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library05/2098/01/03/HPIM6498.JPG" alt="" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-54143473035880255462010-01-01T06:47:00.000-08:002010-01-01T06:57:02.439-08:00Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDUZ8kz2gsQ7SBEilgVBq23iatRJHG3JmIUgKG1YuCR7x5ntARh1VLV_hACcQHpfTmoKrNoX0SvGQW6n0soeFDybVtUJOd-EnZK4_udOF4gUuELbCcEgvR1Vn5JCbVNAkdnVRD6WM_0c/s1600-h/IMG_0238.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDUZ8kz2gsQ7SBEilgVBq23iatRJHG3JmIUgKG1YuCR7x5ntARh1VLV_hACcQHpfTmoKrNoX0SvGQW6n0soeFDybVtUJOd-EnZK4_udOF4gUuELbCcEgvR1Vn5JCbVNAkdnVRD6WM_0c/s320/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785438142063938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hello this is rain a pony. he's very nice.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-6295705085886646102010-01-01T06:12:00.000-08:002010-01-01T06:47:26.039-08:00Roxie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTFsPcMztSS5njMqcbMbctb6zMENuPQB05wzcCeH9rIM1eIPZ-v26sHTFv1B4UaZXcgh0M0B8urGPIZOP0oUsq0kRd5NrX16A3nnMN-pc8XyyVeg8vEL5dnlaOI40hk1MQDb5qvqgVZc/s1600-h/HPIM8666.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTFsPcMztSS5njMqcbMbctb6zMENuPQB05wzcCeH9rIM1eIPZ-v26sHTFv1B4UaZXcgh0M0B8urGPIZOP0oUsq0kRd5NrX16A3nnMN-pc8XyyVeg8vEL5dnlaOI40hk1MQDb5qvqgVZc/s320/HPIM8666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421782897725951666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is Roxie. Right now she is very sleepy.We got her at great dane rescue.She is very fun and funny.She is really cute. We are leash traning her. She is also very loveabull. We all love her!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-86786627082933454912009-12-12T17:16:00.000-08:002009-12-12T17:18:37.399-08:00First Horse Ride<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwgbHVpGzup1y0XcZjmpwKNsLdQUhPffQXHt7vxPxieIoNQV4BNS3aOStipYcaiB5KtCccKRsJwG4Tf4SmkPPQ2l48E2qGiknG9aydVh6ZyuIpUNTay5KspAHGH5xtF7l_K-qZQpjtvs/s1600-h/IMG_0153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwgbHVpGzup1y0XcZjmpwKNsLdQUhPffQXHt7vxPxieIoNQV4BNS3aOStipYcaiB5KtCccKRsJwG4Tf4SmkPPQ2l48E2qGiknG9aydVh6ZyuIpUNTay5KspAHGH5xtF7l_K-qZQpjtvs/s400/IMG_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414523663469687938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Cody, the first horse I rode after I fell off a horse. He's calm and old and he's also soft. This is at the Christmas parade on December 12, 2009. It was fun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-64323513709027321802009-03-16T17:22:00.000-07:002009-03-16T17:26:12.320-07:00Camping trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhOSqRq7BnVF9JkgYMOnkbybgz6CGXyAGLcHBo3qAkCPGXakgLPe_-jXMndJKP4grtJ0OkRXt3_kYanOd6mpiStJ-LNtX6Zuo4msKe-x9561ur69r_8RUkZjJcIdnUH45plnIp0Rh_QQ/s1600-h/camping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhOSqRq7BnVF9JkgYMOnkbybgz6CGXyAGLcHBo3qAkCPGXakgLPe_-jXMndJKP4grtJ0OkRXt3_kYanOd6mpiStJ-LNtX6Zuo4msKe-x9561ur69r_8RUkZjJcIdnUH45plnIp0Rh_QQ/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313945734905935346" border="0" /></a>This is me and my family I was little.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-58589468633133275432009-03-08T18:04:00.000-07:002009-03-08T18:12:30.586-07:00funny pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqHc0JchK1FOJdRC3cxJFZARLVTR50ntCJh29LH6_PRl29hM7B0mJETrovGwwnUgCkb6sHL5-YiMD6QenLynEP6cfNDdGtvgQzwBWjJE6osJs2eV6pgQM32VY4b_Flt5oHnHxvGci7Wk/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqHc0JchK1FOJdRC3cxJFZARLVTR50ntCJh29LH6_PRl29hM7B0mJETrovGwwnUgCkb6sHL5-YiMD6QenLynEP6cfNDdGtvgQzwBWjJE6osJs2eV6pgQM32VY4b_Flt5oHnHxvGci7Wk/s320/Photo+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310988608736547250" border="0" /></a><br />Hey I got 2 heads. My sister is funny.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAIQwRi3WCBRM0KNo3t5tWluYu1zoUwchZs3QmyFVkpsQXcqzi8UZCr827UDCnKY-2GoFdiZFsMm3_6JzOS9UnALoBPyhqnF9qEQgs9fE3gb-5ilXb451PdwwY3qrxmb3sN3NINc8mrg/s1600-h/Photo+148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAIQwRi3WCBRM0KNo3t5tWluYu1zoUwchZs3QmyFVkpsQXcqzi8UZCr827UDCnKY-2GoFdiZFsMm3_6JzOS9UnALoBPyhqnF9qEQgs9fE3gb-5ilXb451PdwwY3qrxmb3sN3NINc8mrg/s320/Photo+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310988237212764178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hey look the prosapio girls.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-27682801798804908692009-03-07T06:15:00.000-08:002009-03-07T06:27:11.279-08:00My family<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRrn9UhasjlB1GeGzZP2ljjw2eGrQpbESLKHCzdPOvX2vw_zESFn4PgOkKiULKco3LsFiaIsnwd1xddV-5CwAwKbfmxhNQtYH7KqAXpyVX8J0sR02usIuOtmp07KWEQr4HefwcADN_kY/s1600-h/Family+christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRrn9UhasjlB1GeGzZP2ljjw2eGrQpbESLKHCzdPOvX2vw_zESFn4PgOkKiULKco3LsFiaIsnwd1xddV-5CwAwKbfmxhNQtYH7KqAXpyVX8J0sR02usIuOtmp07KWEQr4HefwcADN_kY/s320/Family+christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310449765201169170" border="0" /></a>This is me and my family at Christmas.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-84497583131119341252009-03-07T06:06:00.000-08:002009-03-07T06:31:33.019-08:00Sierra and Dyno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil8hMxLdNp-YgaGSHBP5XQj6enmXRLf4MlHbR6de-39aGhQyZRV7J79vRPp7JbWjSD_6aC6QHxvqeiMPfdlM-aw2MIK54QS94o20oSNXRE586zTLV3ZPmIAxdvLPMXlCoZCp6f0la2s4/s1600-h/dinosierra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil8hMxLdNp-YgaGSHBP5XQj6enmXRLf4MlHbR6de-39aGhQyZRV7J79vRPp7JbWjSD_6aC6QHxvqeiMPfdlM-aw2MIK54QS94o20oSNXRE586zTLV3ZPmIAxdvLPMXlCoZCp6f0la2s4/s320/dinosierra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310447345454481906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have a great sister and dog his name is Dyno. My sisters name is</span> Sierra. <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142818303466314695.post-78315489447845320522009-03-06T16:55:00.000-08:002009-03-07T06:32:13.183-08:00Mommy and Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhdPiZPkTkjQj0GkKfxsJ7OM22V2WCYgcTTaMyKcfzhwRQj32oR825o6RuMEbPxnhq7CRg7ytV1lR83PqW2fJNnUO0ODuA6kcS3m7ylrzEj6ZVMJso6x3FcPU1Ko4J35Jr_6lZ7E6Xzs/s1600-h/mireyaandmommy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhdPiZPkTkjQj0GkKfxsJ7OM22V2WCYgcTTaMyKcfzhwRQj32oR825o6RuMEbPxnhq7CRg7ytV1lR83PqW2fJNnUO0ODuA6kcS3m7ylrzEj6ZVMJso6x3FcPU1Ko4J35Jr_6lZ7E6Xzs/s320/mireyaandmommy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310243900749273650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This is my mommy. I love my mommy! My mommy is</span> awesome mommy she is perfect for me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842noreply@blogger.com0