<?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: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-2782439057664514446</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:45:56.438-07:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='reading'/><category term='daily'/><category term='people'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ohio'/><category term='food'/><category term='Siblings'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='treats'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='garden'/><category term='bored'/><category term='school'/><category term='activities'/><category term='canada'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='playing'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Imagine Anna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-6049654801126521578</id><published>2009-10-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:53:27.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Precious and Puffles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two Puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Biting, Licking, Playing&lt;br /&gt;Soft, Pretty, Friendly, Noisy&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fostering some puppies. We have them for around two weeks. Then they go back to the animal shelter to be adopted by forever families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are brother and sister. They are both border collie mixes that are brown and white. Border collies are very intelligent and are super soft to pet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other dog died [just a few months after James, last year] and he was one of our best friends. But we couldn't get another one cuz we were living in an RV. So this is a way to have a dog to pet for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-6049654801126521578?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6049654801126521578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/precious-and-puffles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/6049654801126521578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/6049654801126521578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/precious-and-puffles.html' title='Precious and Puffles!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-3444714658465246901</id><published>2009-09-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:04:18.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>gray!gray!gray!rainy!rainy!rainy!cloudy!cloudy!cloudy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you guess what the weather is like here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAY! Rainy &amp;amp; Cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't like it at all. We can barely bear it! We wonder why we're back here [in Ohio].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were traveling in the RV it was BLUE and SUNNY! Sometimes it rained but it was only cloudy for part of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a gray day I feel upset. I feel growly inside. I feel like an upset lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sunny blue day, I feel happy! I feel silly inside. I feel like a pretty, dancing flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do we have to live here?? On a gray day, I want to go back where it's SUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-3444714658465246901?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3444714658465246901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/graygraygrayrainyrainyrainycloudycloudy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3444714658465246901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3444714658465246901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/graygraygrayrainyrainyrainycloudycloudy.html' title='gray!gray!gray!rainy!rainy!rainy!cloudy!cloudy!cloudy'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-4020318455634869447</id><published>2009-09-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:16:18.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>brithday shoping with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have  you  ever  gone   shopping?  I  have,  for  my birthday!  ya hoo!  (We just went yesterday...even though we did it 7 months late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can  you  guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with  who?  My  GRANDMA!  and  I  got  some  toys  and  candy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can  you  guess  what  else?  I  have  7  dollars  left  over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-4020318455634869447?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4020318455634869447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/brithday-shoping-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4020318455634869447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4020318455634869447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/brithday-shoping-with.html' title='brithday shoping with...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-1703652749871686154</id><published>2009-09-14T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:07:37.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>fresh food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were out in my grandpa's garden today. It was a warm day and I liked the feel of the sun on me. The sun was really bright and it hurt my eyes. I didn't find my sunglasses til we were done in the garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden there's corn, and tomatoes, and green beans. But we were picking the BEST thing of all---RASPBERRIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick the ones that come off when you pull gently. If they are TOO soft, you EAT 'em! You have to watch out for bees and for pricklies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I picked two baskets FULL. That was really hard work. I wonder what we will make them into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-1703652749871686154?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1703652749871686154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1703652749871686154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1703652749871686154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-food.html' title='fresh food...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8528157944353403238</id><published>2009-09-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:06:40.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Nathan is going to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My cousin Nathan is going to school now. He's getting kind of upset because we are all homeschooled. He thinks we play games all day while he's doing school work. But REALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing school, too! This year I'm in second grade. I'm doing math, language arts reviews and reading every day. Some days we have to do chores and cleaning. Some days we go to the library. One day we went to a doctor's appointment for my dad. I had to bring my school work with us that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nathan gets home from school, we have to do some cursive together. This is extra practice from what we normally do in school. Sometimes we have to DANCE and jump around! That's when our fingers get tight or when they don't work right or if we don't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school stuff is all done, we can PLAY all the rest of the day! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8528157944353403238?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8528157944353403238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/nathan-is-going-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8528157944353403238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8528157944353403238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/nathan-is-going-to-school.html' title='Nathan is going to school'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-48418774115049109</id><published>2009-08-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:27:48.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are staying with our cousins. Their names are Nathan and Tommie. We like playing together. We play cat &amp;amp; dog. We play Warriors (fighting cats from the book series). Inside we play with Carmel---that's Nathan's kitten. She likes to chase string. Sometimes she climbs the door screen--she's chasing bugs and flies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our RV is in their front yard. It's actually a pretty nice place! It's in the country. There is a big swing set right beside us. Grandpa has a huge garden behind the house. Sometimes we hear the neighbor's sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-48418774115049109?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/48418774115049109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/cousins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/48418774115049109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/48418774115049109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-4698641848420942398</id><published>2009-05-15T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:17:32.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm   starting   to   write   a   STORY!!!</title><content type='html'>The   story   is  about   WARRIOR  CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  is  some   names   of   the   cats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K fast  H fast&lt;br /&gt;B fast  G  fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post it here when I finish the whole story.  The cats are great fighters. If you ever saw one you probably wouldn't want to mess with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could read more Warrior Books. We haven't gone to a library here and we don't even know if there will be any. We don't have any of our own yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-4698641848420942398?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4698641848420942398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-starting-to-write-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4698641848420942398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4698641848420942398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-starting-to-write-story.html' title='I&apos;m   starting   to   write   a   STORY!!!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-7322910344113306811</id><published>2009-05-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:01:12.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>A Library...at Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We went to the library yesterday. I like that we have a library here cuz we haven't had one in WEEKS! Now we can read books which is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some books in the RV but the library has MORE books. I've read all the books I can here so I want to read even harder books at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a little bit of another Warrior book [epic adventures of feral cats]. Then I read a mermaid book. And I read a manga [cartoon] Warriors book. And I read a book about dragons---and you had to find hidden dragons on every page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids area was upstairs. Some of the time I sat in a comfy chair--after Mom and Jakob got out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got enough reading done. We were there TWO hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-7322910344113306811?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7322910344113306811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/libraryat-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/7322910344113306811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/7322910344113306811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/libraryat-last.html' title='A Library...at Last!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-9213878917645228394</id><published>2009-05-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:00:40.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Things to Do in the TRUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we have long driving days. Here are some of the things I do to keep from getting TOO bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play petshops [little animal figures]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes color.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to get Jakob to play...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played stuffed animals with Bittey and Love and Pinky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I draw horses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to get Jakob to play...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look out the windows to see WILDlife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I read for a little bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to get Jakob to play...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I draw "fairy backyards" [for an imagination game with cousins later this summer].&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat some SNACKS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to get Jakob to play...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read maps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stop so I can pee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jakob FINALLY plays with me!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Do you have other ideas of what to do on driving days that last FOREVER??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-9213878917645228394?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9213878917645228394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-to-do-in-truck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/9213878917645228394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/9213878917645228394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-to-do-in-truck.html' title='Things to Do in the TRUCK'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-1198203465619083524</id><published>2009-05-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:05:14.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>We made new friends again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's BORING when there is no kids around and there is no playground! If there is a playground but no other kids, Jakob and I get tired of playing with just each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two girls littler than me at the RV place near the Battlefield [in MT]. That was funny cuz they were in the only other RV there! (besides two RVs that live there and help for the summer). We like playing dishes...and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're in Canada. There's a fun little playground here. It has swings, a little playhouse thing, and a BIG tire to play in. It was fun to meet kids here cuz all of them still liked imagination play--even the big girl! (She's Jakob's age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go play with the little kids after I get done with my school work. Later today the rest of the kids will be home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-1198203465619083524?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1198203465619083524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-new-friends-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1198203465619083524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1198203465619083524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-new-friends-again.html' title='We made new friends again...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-2460980338871158463</id><published>2009-05-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:20:42.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><title type='text'>We're in CANADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SgGqYqdCybI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tkcIMJFTKME/s1600-h/canon_2009_MT+to+Calgary_0505+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SgGqYqdCybI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tkcIMJFTKME/s200/canon_2009_MT+to+Calgary_0505+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332730774473066930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw a big truck carrying tires when we were almost ready to cross the border. The tires were so high they were as tall as the second story of a house next to the road! The tires were for big giant equipment of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got her favorite candy bars at the gas station. They don't have them in the United States. We even got a taste. I think the "Crunchie" bar [by Cadbury] was the best. Mom also got Kinder Surprise Eggs for Jakob and me. There's chocolate on the outside a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nd special toy surprises inside. Last time I got one from Nettie (when she went to Africa) I got a fun little top to spin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SgGqrstRmUI/AAAAAAAAANY/LhRfx2cfySo/s1600-h/canon_2009_MT+to+Calgary_0505+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SgGqrstRmUI/AAAAAAAAANY/LhRfx2cfySo/s200/canon_2009_MT+to+Calgary_0505+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332731101495531842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A funny thing: there was lots of snow in Montana. (They got more than two FEET o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f snow a few days ago!) But there's NO snow here! And it gets dark here PAST 9:00. We had to go to bed when it was still light! Dad says when we get to Alaska it will only be all-the-way dark for FOUR hours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-2460980338871158463?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2460980338871158463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-in-canada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2460980338871158463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2460980338871158463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-in-canada.html' title='We&apos;re in CANADA!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SgGqYqdCybI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tkcIMJFTKME/s72-c/canon_2009_MT+to+Calgary_0505+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8365496071032120554</id><published>2009-04-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:48:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warriors Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoSSZvxGGI/AAAAAAAAALI/Zi90sx6aGmQ/s1600-h/warriors+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoSSZvxGGI/AAAAAAAAALI/Zi90sx6aGmQ/s200/warriors+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089616677214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm learning to read some big chapter books. I've gotten to the fourth chapter so far in one of the Warrior Series books. They are about cats that are warriors. They protect where they live. These cats live wild. In the book I started a house cat came and joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jakob started reading these. He learned about them from our cousins, Grace and Emma. Then, when we were living in Phoenix, he got a friend of ours to start reading the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakob and Kailee they were playing a game about the cats in the books. It was all make believe. They were two of the cats and I was one cat. I got frustrated cuz I didn't really know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started reading these books! Right now, I'm sad cuz we don't have any of the books. Mom says she won't buy them for me because there are too many of them. So we have to wait until we get to a library again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like cats or if you like fighting or if you like make believe, YOU SHOULD READ THESE BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8365496071032120554?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8365496071032120554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/warriors-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8365496071032120554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8365496071032120554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/warriors-books.html' title='Warriors Books'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoSSZvxGGI/AAAAAAAAALI/Zi90sx6aGmQ/s72-c/warriors+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-645952043763048769</id><published>2009-04-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:15:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Kailee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVw2n62pI/AAAAAAAAALY/q_udIRTB2C0/s1600-h/Samsung_Arizona_2009_0314+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVw2n62pI/AAAAAAAAALY/q_udIRTB2C0/s200/Samsung_Arizona_2009_0314+350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326093438359886482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my friend Kailee. She moved into the same RV Park as us in Phoenix. She lives in her RV all the time and they travel all around for her daddy to do work. She is homeschooled like we are. So we could play together at "recess" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun to be with Kailee. She has a good imagination. Sometimes we played with my Littlest Petshops. Other times it's just imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a scooter, too. That way we didn't have to share ours. She was really FAST on her scooter. But I could usually be ahead or just a little bit behind her. She liked to chase other kids when we played cops and robbers. Sometimes we pretended our scooters were different types of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Kailee and I LOVE horses! We played horses on scooters. We played with my horse figures. We played with her My Little Ponies. AND...she gave me a Bella Sara card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoYdycgk2I/AAAAAAAAALg/gx6mMv2gwZQ/s1600-h/Bella-Sara-card-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoYdycgk2I/AAAAAAAAALg/gx6mMv2gwZQ/s200/Bella-Sara-card-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326096409355653986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Sara is cards you can collect. Kailee has a whole book full of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m! And she has a little tin half full. She says that she has a little small booklet, too, that's full. You try to get all the cards in the sets. But you can play with them on computer. The picture here is when Kailee and I were s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;etting up my Bella Sara account. Now I have 3 horses on line. You have to take care of them by cleaning the stall and spreading fresh straw, and feeding them, and groom them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's LOTS easier than doing that for Ms. Helen in Ohio. Her real horses take a LOT more time! But it's more fun to ride them for real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-645952043763048769?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/645952043763048769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friend-kailee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/645952043763048769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/645952043763048769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friend-kailee.html' title='My Friend Kailee'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVw2n62pI/AAAAAAAAALY/q_udIRTB2C0/s72-c/Samsung_Arizona_2009_0314+350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-5210105444039765512</id><published>2009-04-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:01:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Madison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Madison is 6 years old. She is almost my age because her birthday is on Saturday! They aren't travelling like us. They're living here all the time in an RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVBfPGUFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FV9sNQ4GRhs/s1600-h/Canon_Arizona_2009_0314+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVBfPGUFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FV9sNQ4GRhs/s200/Canon_Arizona_2009_0314+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092624627912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We like to play with my Littlest Pet Shops [animal figures]. Sometimes we draw chalk cities on the patio to play. We also like to play under the fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ont of the RV cuz it's shady--VERY shady. We bring out blankies to sit on, a bunch of toys, and sometimes we even get snacks out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we also play by the laundry building. We play stuffed animals, dolls, or color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite thing to do is SCOOTER! First, everyone took turns with mine and Jakob's. Then everyone got their own scooters. Now we ride them all around the road circles. We play games--like cops and robbers or races. Sometimes we scooter to pick flowers. Yesterday I even found an ORANGE to eat from a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison and I also like to dress up together. I dress like a fairy princess. Madison wears her fancy dress. It's PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-5210105444039765512?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5210105444039765512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friend-madison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5210105444039765512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5210105444039765512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friend-madison.html' title='My Friend Madison'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SeoVBfPGUFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FV9sNQ4GRhs/s72-c/Canon_Arizona_2009_0314+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-4221102520667639934</id><published>2009-03-24T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:36:35.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siblings'/><title type='text'>My Big Sister Celia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0cfNe6l-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xU8U6y3BdtM/s1600-h/2009_canon_0321_tucson+area+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317938057515276258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0cfNe6l-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xU8U6y3BdtM/s200/2009_canon_0321_tucson+area+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celia usually lives in Texas. She had a spring break so she came to our house. She taught me some Spanish. She likes to do my braids and they look almost like a CROWN! (She did my hair in the picture on my blog profile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to Saguaro National Park with us. She showed me things--like different type of cacti. In the car, she taught me some more Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like ME! She talks alot sometimes. And sometimes she gets sily. And she likes to eat sweet things. And whenever we make pineapple upside-down cake, she always takes a cherry! (But we didn't make it this time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's gone now cuz she had to do school. And Nettie is doing school now. And my friends here are at school again. So Mom says we have to do school! GRRRRRRR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-4221102520667639934?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4221102520667639934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-sister-celia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4221102520667639934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4221102520667639934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-sister-celia.html' title='My Big Sister Celia'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0cfNe6l-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xU8U6y3BdtM/s72-c/2009_canon_0321_tucson+area+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-1380023882459637907</id><published>2009-03-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:23:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Sisters Are Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0YrsYWCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_bF-vos2DkU/s1600-h/2009_canon_0313_central+arizona+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317933873921132722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0YrsYWCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_bF-vos2DkU/s200/2009_canon_0313_central+arizona+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nettie was with us first. She found us at the Grand Canyon. I liked having a sister to hang around with. She came with the rest of us to see everything. She helped me find things for Junior Ranger badges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a poem that we wrote together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;black, feathery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flying, flapping, crowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an animal detective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ravens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0X555c7AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7piwtd0RsdY/s1600-h/2009_canon_0313_central+arizona+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317933018556197890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0X555c7AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7piwtd0RsdY/s200/2009_canon_0313_central+arizona+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we went to Walnut Canyon, she held my hand so that I wouldn't fall off the edge and disappear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went shopping with Mom and Nettie and me in Sedona. I was bored with the art stuff Mom liked. Nettie and I liked the dresses and scarves and purses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after we saw the Church in Sedona, we had an adventure! First we got on a trail. Then the trail started going the wrong way. So we followed a stream bed. We had to get through pricklies, and be careful that you didn't fall cuz it wasn't a smooth path. At the end we ducked under wires, then had to climb a wall to get on a road. That was FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-1380023882459637907?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1380023882459637907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-sisters-are-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1380023882459637907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/1380023882459637907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-sisters-are-home.html' title='My Big Sisters Are Home!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0YrsYWCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_bF-vos2DkU/s72-c/2009_canon_0313_central+arizona+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8906460805004955413</id><published>2009-03-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:35:53.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen my REVIEWS?</title><content type='html'>You all need to read my reviews about the places we visit. Mom makes me tell her the best things and the worst things about where we go. That's part of my school. I don't like to do it cuz it's hard to think, but then we get to choose cool pictures to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to look at it! ( &lt;a href="http://journey2wonderreviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://journey2wonderreviews.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8906460805004955413?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8906460805004955413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-seen-my-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8906460805004955413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8906460805004955413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-seen-my-reviews.html' title='Have you seen my REVIEWS?'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-2295586603347329148</id><published>2009-03-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:16:06.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walnut Canyon and My Badge</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine living someplace where you have to climb down the sides of a canyon to get to your house? Can you imagine you have to crawl and go through a little door to get inside your house? Can you imagine going way down below to get your water? Can you imagine having a fire inside your house on the floor and it left black soot on the ceiling and on the walls? That's what it was like to live in Walnut Canyon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0IaxkEedI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dKsZIp0Zqww/s1600-h/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317915991068670418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0IaxkEedI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dKsZIp0Zqww/s200/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there last Saturday. First we saw a museum. I learned about what they hunted and abut what the boys and the girls did. I also started working on my Junior Ranger Badge! Then we went outside. It looked VERY cool. There were houses built IN the walls and they were all over! Then we had to start going down. Nettie held my hand most of the time cuz we were right at the edge and Mom wanted to make sure that I didn't fall off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0JDdHFEVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_YiFYSMo8yo/s1600-h/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317916689953001810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0JDdHFEVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_YiFYSMo8yo/s200/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First we just saw houses on the other sides of the canyons. After we got way down, then we could go in some of the houses that were part-way ruins and broken open. That was cool to be inside a house that people had lived in almost a THOUSAND years ago! The houses that were still in one piece we could look in but we couldn't go in. I'm wondering WHY they didn't let us in? [because of the risk of hanta virus passed via mouse droppings in enclosed places--if caught, there is a 50% death rate!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk back up. It was HARD! We walked up and up and up and up and there were 240 stairs! When we finally got to the top, we went back inside and I got my Junior Ranger Badge! That makes FOUR I have now. And on this Saturday I'm going to get ANOTHER Jr Ranger Badge at the park with all the cactuses. [Saguaro National Park]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317915677469527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0IIhUNT6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Vn2AszKG3Kk/s200/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-2295586603347329148?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2295586603347329148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/walnut-canyon-and-my-badge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2295586603347329148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2295586603347329148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/walnut-canyon-and-my-badge.html' title='Walnut Canyon and My Badge'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sc0IaxkEedI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dKsZIp0Zqww/s72-c/2009_canon_0315_central+arizona+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-3447671235335189275</id><published>2009-03-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:06:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>We finally found a place where it's summer during the winter! It's sunny all day, it's warm in the day, and we are wearing summer clothes. Do you know where we are? We are in Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was COLD in Arizona at the Grand Canyon. It was like spring in the center of Arizona. Now we are in the "Valley of the Sun" and it is summer. I think we are here to get more warm. (Mom says we are here to see our sister Nettie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun here cuz there's three kids I can play with. We played with my stuffed animals at the "sea" [the sunny gravel was the beach] near my RV, we played a magic game where we had to save each other, and we played with the neighbor's dog whose name is Snickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom let us go to the park. It's down behind another trailer. We scootered, played on a little tiny trampoline to get onto the bars, and we played hide-and-go-seek (but we could hide anywhere in the RV place!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played near their house [RV]. We played with my scooter to see who could go the farthest, we drawed with my markers, and my brother even made me and the others a little game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day it was SAD. We had to go home! I had so much fun I looked like a mophead, and I had a really dirty face, and my feet looked like a monster!! (cuz of how black they were)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the next day. Right now we have to do school so Mom and I are sitting outside on the patio. While I tell Mom what to type I am scootering. I want to finish quick to play with my friends again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-3447671235335189275?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3447671235335189275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3447671235335189275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3447671235335189275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s SUMMER!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-521763980832164268</id><published>2009-03-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:18:38.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon Mules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sblqmt4eCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0aOgpWoF7fk/s1600-h/2009_canon_0309_grand+canyon+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394448844228642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sblqmt4eCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0aOgpWoF7fk/s200/2009_canon_0309_grand+canyon+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every day the mules go down in the Grand Canyon. They go down the trail behind the Bright Angel Lodge. It's pretty steep. The trail goes zig-zags to get down. They carry people down early in the morning. They come back up in the late afternoon. The front guy looked like a COWBOY! He tells the riders what they are supposed to do. We heard him yelling at the rider for Mordecai to make the mule go faster or they would NEVER get out of the canyon!! The rider thought she was hitting the mule...but she was really hitting the packs! (Chester and Mordecai are on the postcard I bought--and they are still mules riding in the canyon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SblttR9GsdI/AAAAAAAAAII/ttzSgh65848/s1600-h/2009_canon_0309_grand+canyon+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312397860141445586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SblttR9GsdI/AAAAAAAAAII/ttzSgh65848/s200/2009_canon_0309_grand+canyon+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked part way down that same trail. Twice the mules came past us. You can't sit by the outside of the trail when they go past or they might knock you down the canyon! It was cool to see 'em that close. The only problem on the trail was they left muddy hoof-prints and POOP! (I learned the nice word for that...SCAT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be good to ride a mule to see the river at the bottom---cuz it wouldn't take as long. It might be scary going down because when you look down it feels like you're going to fall off. That's what I felt just WALKING down! It might feel a little bit better going up because it wouldn't look scary. And it would be great because your leg muscles wouldn't get tired out from walking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-521763980832164268?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/521763980832164268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/grand-canyon-mules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/521763980832164268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/521763980832164268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/grand-canyon-mules.html' title='Grand Canyon Mules'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/Sblqmt4eCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0aOgpWoF7fk/s72-c/2009_canon_0309_grand+canyon+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8330141015028413984</id><published>2009-03-05T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:52:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIRST Junior Ranger Badge!</title><content type='html'>I got a badge from Arches National Park. A Junior Ranger Badge! You have to get a book from the ranger and pick up trash in the bag they give you. The book had fun stuff to do like a bingo of things you see. (This picture is by the visitor center where they have statues of some of the animals that live here. These are the Bighorn Sheep. I wish I could have gone on them but you could only touch them.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312390770053346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SblnQlUX84I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RUAjkwsOVeU/s200/2009_canon_0305_arches+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun on the [primitive] trail when we had to look for the stone cairns to follow. That's just little stacks of rocks on places where they don't have a dirt trail (like where the trail is just over stone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391175046453922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SblnoKCQWqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ghvCsZ-AYVw/s200/2009_canon_0305_arches+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned about some plants: we smelled some Juniper and saw the berries. We saw yuccas all over the place. (I like to call them yucky yuccas so I can remember the name!) We also saw some Ravens and we heard their crows. It sounded like croaking [of frogs].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8330141015028413984?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8330141015028413984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-junior-ranger-badge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8330141015028413984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8330141015028413984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-junior-ranger-badge.html' title='My FIRST Junior Ranger Badge!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SblnQlUX84I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RUAjkwsOVeU/s72-c/2009_canon_0305_arches+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-6496423433056453228</id><published>2009-02-09T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:21:34.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Gliding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SZC5-b-fMFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yGyBNRlZpqc/s1600-h/Samsung_2009_0207+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300941243727949906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SZC5-b-fMFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yGyBNRlZpqc/s200/Samsung_2009_0207+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hang Gliding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;climbing, dancing, falling, flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;beautiful, glowing and FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They use very long, skinny parachutes that curve like RAINBOWS in the sky. (Like in this picture that Jakob took.) They sit on something like a big baby swing that is attached to the chute by about a zillion ropes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have to start near the top of a mountain. They run and then jump off! They don't fall...they start floating. They go around the mountain in the air. Finally, they land again on the mountain--usually near the bottom but sometimes up where they started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-6496423433056453228?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6496423433056453228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/hang-gliding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/6496423433056453228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/6496423433056453228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/hang-gliding.html' title='Hang Gliding'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SZC5-b-fMFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yGyBNRlZpqc/s72-c/Samsung_2009_0207+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8346022612534570896</id><published>2009-02-05T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:53:23.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Anna thinks NOW about RV living...</title><content type='html'>Here are my good things about living in an RV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to play most days at the playground or the rec center cuz we live so close to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to know Uncle Rick and Aunt Val better and they like us to come over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to see things that we couldn't see in Ohio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to meet new people all the time---they might get to be new friends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are some bad things about living all the time in an RV:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to clean up my stuff EVERY DAY cuz it is so small of a place to live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could have another dog but Daddy says an Australian Shepherd would be too big&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to keep quiet too often---like I can't dance inside cuz the whole trailer shakes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some things are the same if you live in an RV or in a house:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have to do school on most days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to wear SOCKS inside all my boots and shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still have to clean up---it's just that in a house mom might not notice the mess so soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8346022612534570896?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8346022612534570896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-anna-thinks-now-about-rv-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8346022612534570896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8346022612534570896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-anna-thinks-now-about-rv-living.html' title='What Anna thinks NOW about RV living...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-4771320242178563314</id><published>2009-02-02T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:44:04.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday was Groundhog Day in the United States. Most people pay attention to whether or not Punxatawney Phil (the "official" groundhog who lives in Pennsylvania) sees his shadow or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But 7 years ago, a new "groundhog" was born. Anna (born 020202) has become our "official" groundhog. Now here's HER story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SY25zybbi-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x_3vBDZfSuw/s1600-h/Samsung_2009_0204+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300096635846233058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SY25zybbi-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x_3vBDZfSuw/s200/Samsung_2009_0204+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom takes me out and sees if I see my shadow. She started doing that my first birthday. She sat me in the SNOW that year! Every year she also takes my picture. If I see my shadow, it means there will be 6 more weeks of winter. If I don't see a shadow then Spring is almost here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY shadow does not match Punxatawney Phil's every year. But my shadow is usually right for where I live! This year we are living in Golden, Colorado. Most days it is SUNNY! So we thought I should see a shadow. But on Monday it was grey skies like Cleveland. So I did not see a shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! Spring is coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...but I can't promise anything about where YOU live!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-4771320242178563314?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4771320242178563314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairy-groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4771320242178563314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4771320242178563314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairy-groundhog-day.html' title='Fairy Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SY25zybbi-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/x_3vBDZfSuw/s72-c/Samsung_2009_0204+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-8013563057201592529</id><published>2009-01-22T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:48:11.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Assignment -- Colorado Indians and Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXkSXnhLhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/FQJSyqKvp2M/s1600-h/canon_2009_0122+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294283033905169778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXkSXnhLhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/FQJSyqKvp2M/s200/canon_2009_0122+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a horse with a travois. (Jakob helped me make this for one of my horses.) A travois is made from 2 poles that are attached to the horse and dragged behind. Indians sometimes carried some of their stuff that way. Also, sometimes young kids could ride back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Indians used horses in many ways. Horses could carry lots of stuff. They helped to carry back buffalo hides filled with meat after a hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Indians were riding horses, they could herd buffalo to where they wanted them to go. The horses were also fast enough to get close enough to kill buffalo. Without horses, the Indians couldn't kill very many buffalo. They had to either wear animal skins to sneak up on the buffalo and hope to kill one. Or the Indians could run and chase the buffalo herd over a cliff or into a trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Having many horses meant you were RICK! And if your horse could run very fast it might win at horse racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes owning horses was a problem. The biggest problem was other tribes raiding your camp and stealing your horses. In the winter you also had to have enough food to feed all of your horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-8013563057201592529?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8013563057201592529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-assignment-colorado-indians-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8013563057201592529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/8013563057201592529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-assignment-colorado-indians-and.html' title='School Assignment -- Colorado Indians and Horses'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXkSXnhLhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/FQJSyqKvp2M/s72-c/canon_2009_0122+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-279982113562263834</id><published>2009-01-21T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:29:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing School Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293812105465366914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdmD-XtCYI/AAAAAAAAACo/LSpEksq5BQ8/s200/samsung_2009_0121+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do YOU ever get in trouble for doing too much computer?! I like it so much that I sometimes stay on too long. This picture shows one of the most comfy places to do computer--sitting on the couch. I would do it at the table but our dad takes up so much of the table with his computer stuff and papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The rest of us do computer at the couch, just like I do. We also use it on the bed, on the floor, on the dining bench, and even outside sometimes! (Even though it's winter here, we have lots of sun, blue skies, and warm days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For school on computer, I do blogs (like I'm doing now). Sometimes I do email or computer learning games. [I, mom, am planning to get Anna a typing learning game soon---so I don't have to keep typing what she dictates!!] Sometimes I get to help Josefina at the Santa Fe Market on American Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish I could spend more computer time on games. My favorites are &lt;a href="http://www.clubpenguin.com/"&gt;club penguin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.webkins.com/"&gt;webkins&lt;/a&gt; and sometimes &lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/fetch/index.html"&gt;Fetch&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dragonfable.com/"&gt;Dragon Fable&lt;/a&gt;. In Club Penguin, I have a free penguin character. It's name is storm fairy. I like to take it to the dojo and there is a game called card-jitsu. That's where I can get different colored belts, like karate. When you are a black belt, you have to challenge the sensei and win to become a full ninja. Right now, I am a red belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you email me, I will email back to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-279982113562263834?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/279982113562263834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-school-computer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/279982113562263834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/279982113562263834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-school-computer.html' title='Doing School Computer'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdmD-XtCYI/AAAAAAAAACo/LSpEksq5BQ8/s72-c/samsung_2009_0121+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-4092994510490962852</id><published>2009-01-20T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:08:49.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us in the Mountains...by the Big BOULDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdjZ7dBF7I/AAAAAAAAACA/GPJsZigE03Y/s1600-h/samsung_2009_0121+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdkP_LwBkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XQZSAR69UaE/s1600-h/samsung_2009_0121+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293810112818841154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdkP_LwBkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XQZSAR69UaE/s200/samsung_2009_0121+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever climbed through big boulders? We got to do that yesterday. We walked and walked and walked...then we had to climb a steep hill. Then we found the big boulders. They were all over the ground and were very close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdkBgzmXZI/AAAAAAAAACI/vGifwkZQMhc/s1600-h/samsung_2009_0121+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293809864146312594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdkBgzmXZI/AAAAAAAAACI/vGifwkZQMhc/s200/samsung_2009_0121+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had some picnic lunch. We were all sitting on the boulders---mom found a little throne (mama thinks she's a queen!). I was on top, over her throne. Jakob was sitting on a slanted boulder, perfect for a seat. And he put his feet on a rock across from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During lunch we had to look at the layers. We've been learning about mountains in school. They used to be flat layers stacked on top each other but now they're all slanted. That means a long time ago the rocks got lifted up and tilted to make mountains. They were VERY colorful---pink, grey, browns, a little orangey-red, and a yellow layer of hard clay at the very tippy top. Wouldn't you like a CAKE like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with my fairies on all the rocks. But we are going to start another blog for me to tell all the stories about my fairies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-4092994510490962852?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4092994510490962852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/us-in-mountainsby-big-boulders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4092994510490962852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/4092994510490962852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/us-in-mountainsby-big-boulders.html' title='Us in the Mountains...by the Big BOULDERS'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdkP_LwBkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XQZSAR69UaE/s72-c/samsung_2009_0121+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-5843846958808396065</id><published>2009-01-20T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:11:38.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS in the RV Park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did you know there are LOTS of dogs in an RV park? I really like that! There are big ones, small ones, medium ones and even a GIANT one! There are black ones, gold ones, white ones, brown ones, and black and brown ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are pretty well behaved. Some of them actually are super friendly. One of them barks alot, but only at new people. They only come outside with their owners. Most of them are kept on leashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite dog is "Robin" -- a medium sized brown and black dog that belongs to a friend. I like his colors. He is a silky dog but he doesn't really like to be petted. I don't know why. He's mostly a yappy dog and he loves treats. I got to throw a treat for him and he went and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdlDNGMSTI/AAAAAAAAACY/e5Ob9GxnJeI/s1600-h/samsung_2009_0121+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293810992726952242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdlDNGMSTI/AAAAAAAAACY/e5Ob9GxnJeI/s200/samsung_2009_0121+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new dog next door. His name is "Niwat." He's really big...he's SUPER big...he weighs almost the same as me! He's very furry with white and a few light brown spots on his back. He loves to be petted...but I'm a little bit afraid of him knocking me over by putting his paws on me to get me to pet him more! This is a picture of Niwat and me, along with his human, Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day there are lots and lots of dogs that are being walked on the path along the creek right behind us. I really wish we could have a dog again but we can't cuz we will have to go to another country to get to Alaska and that might be hard with a dog. Plus, there's not much space for a dog to run around and get noisy in the RV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-5843846958808396065?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5843846958808396065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs-in-rv-park.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5843846958808396065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5843846958808396065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs-in-rv-park.html' title='DOGS in the RV Park...'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SXdlDNGMSTI/AAAAAAAAACY/e5Ob9GxnJeI/s72-c/samsung_2009_0121+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-7118702337226761359</id><published>2009-01-13T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:02:52.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbleweed Catching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SW1S4ZFcJAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/owmJlwsIwNo/s1600-h/313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290976265990054914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SW1S4ZFcJAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/owmJlwsIwNo/s200/313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were in Oakley KS for one night on our way to Denver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we saw tumbleweeds tumbling across the road. Sometimes they were fast...and sometimes they were ssllooww. Some of them got stuck in fences and that meant that they couldn't tumble any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;There was one that was FLYING instead of tumbling! I think that the wind was blowing so hard it made the tumbleweed lift off the ground. I could pretend it was soaring up in the sky so far we could barely see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were at the campgrounds, we found a couple of tumbleweed. They were stuck in some old farm plow. So we pulled them out. I found the little broken bit. Jakob pulled out the big bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I found out tumble weed is was hard and fragile. It would break. It's not alive any more cuz it dried out. It doesn't have its roots with it cuz the wind broke it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Jakob and I put the tumbleweed at the edge of a hill so it could tumble non-stuck and FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-7118702337226761359?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7118702337226761359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/tumbleweed-catching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/7118702337226761359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/7118702337226761359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/tumbleweed-catching.html' title='Tumbleweed Catching!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SW1S4ZFcJAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/owmJlwsIwNo/s72-c/313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-5118346596955923620</id><published>2009-01-12T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:52:01.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day...Fun Day!</title><content type='html'>There is usually no snow here. The snow is way up in the mountains and it's usually sunny here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no snow when we came home from my Uncle Rick's last night. And then today there was at least 4 inches of snow! So we didn't stick on our summer clothes to stay inside today...we got on our snowpants and a coat and gloves and a hat...and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO THE PLAYGROUND that was super-slippery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWvHm39idEI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfnEaQExzvk/s1600-h/samsung_2009_january+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290541657947796546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWvHm39idEI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfnEaQExzvk/s200/samsung_2009_january+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went around doing the slides before our mom got there. The slides were really slippery, too, because they were covered with snow. NObody had been on the playground before us. So we went down the slides. One of the slides, I FLEW off it! One of the times I hit Jakob. Other times I got buried in the snow. Have any of you gone on a playground that's all snowy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWvICUBH3_I/AAAAAAAAABo/JCINz1pfYyA/s1600-h/samsung_2009_january+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290542129335492594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWvICUBH3_I/AAAAAAAAABo/JCINz1pfYyA/s200/samsung_2009_january+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I was pretending to be a spy. That was the spy headquarters. From the other side, it just looks like steps. Most people wouldn't want to go up it because there's alot and alot of snow on it. When Jakob came running up, he made snow fall through little holes in the steps and it got snow on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also being a princess up on top the playground. Jakob was attacking my kingdom with SNOWBALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Mom made us leave (because SHE was getting cold!) then Jakob got hot chocolate and I got something called Egg Nog. When I get done with school, I can go outside again. Then when I get cold, I can come in for hot chocolate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-5118346596955923620?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5118346596955923620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-dayfun-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5118346596955923620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5118346596955923620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-dayfun-day.html' title='Snow Day...Fun Day!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWvHm39idEI/AAAAAAAAABg/AfnEaQExzvk/s72-c/samsung_2009_january+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-2267937759180464260</id><published>2009-01-03T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:33:23.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Trees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQwIWwEwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2yhfZSiuDqg/s1600-h/463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288404782544109922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQwIWwEwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2yhfZSiuDqg/s200/463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple days ago we walked and saw the Christmas lights in the town. And my favorite one was a tree that was all lit up with Reds, Greens, Blues, and a little bit of Yellow. We were able to go under the tree and back out on the other side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQvhoROV6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_tBnkMrGWnc/s1600-h/461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288404117231654818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQvhoROV6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_tBnkMrGWnc/s200/461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQvhoROV6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_tBnkMrGWnc/s1600-h/461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the wind blew on the trail that we were walking on, some trees that were lit up looked like they were dancing because of the way the wind blew them. Have you ever seen dancing trees?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQvhoROV6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_tBnkMrGWnc/s1600-h/461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQvhoROV6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_tBnkMrGWnc/s1600-h/461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-2267937759180464260?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2267937759180464260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2267937759180464260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/2267937759180464260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-trees.html' title='Dancing Trees!'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQwIWwEwWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2yhfZSiuDqg/s72-c/463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-5155463509824983904</id><published>2008-12-31T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:42:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Clear Creek in Golden, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQt25m2IDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulV05a45MOQ/s1600-h/456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402283639742514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQt25m2IDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulV05a45MOQ/s200/456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love how the ice melts when it gets warmer. Yesterday there were two paths of water that came together in a point with a bunch of ice separating them. The water is going fast and splashes up and down sometimes, on rocks. When it hits a rock it goes, "psssshhh," and splashes all over that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just down the path we can't see much water. It looks so icy that it would be scary to fall in. The chunks of ice are as big as the top of a picnic table and they all pile on top of each other. In your imagination it's like a giant fell on the ice. He got so mad he grabbed every chunk of ice that was big enough to hold and threw it every which way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are in an RV park and the creek is right behind us. And the creek is fun to watch! The walking path next to it goes to a playground across from the RV park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The playground is fun! It has some curvy slides that go around and around. One of them lands on sand. One of them lands on rubbery black stuff. I also like the spider web--a bope web you can climb up and it puts you on the playground. It's a fun thing. I do it a couple times, every time I go. When I wear my clogs, the sand gets up in my shoes...and that really IRRITATES me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289814499083533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWkyQqGVvdI/AAAAAAAAABI/yaG9igXkYc0/s200/samsung_fall+2008+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-5155463509824983904?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5155463509824983904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-clear-creek-in-golden-co.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5155463509824983904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5155463509824983904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-clear-creek-in-golden-co.html' title='About the Clear Creek in Golden, CO'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQt25m2IDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulV05a45MOQ/s72-c/456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-3765566545058038443</id><published>2008-12-30T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:18:30.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Up Our RV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQtBZlPuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-kYoW1DImw/s1600-h/452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288401364510030610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQtBZlPuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-kYoW1DImw/s200/452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;First, Dad backs the trailer up into our spot. Jakob and Mom help watch Daddy doesn't hit anything and help line him up straight. I had to stay on the wood porch [of the check-in building] because that way I could be kept safe. I was UPSET because I had to stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next step was to level the RV so it doesn't tilt all different ways. We don't want it tipped to make it feel weird to walk around. We put down the front legs. I got to help by pushing the "ext" button which lowered the legs. There was a little, small leveler. You looked to see if the bubble was in the exact center. On the back legs you don't press a button. You use a crank handle. I can't do that--that was only the boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;After it's all level, I pulled down the stairs. Then we opened up the slides [slide-out room extensions] and we were home and settled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-3765566545058038443?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3765566545058038443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/setting-up-our-rv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3765566545058038443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3765566545058038443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/setting-up-our-rv.html' title='Setting Up Our RV'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWQtBZlPuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-kYoW1DImw/s72-c/452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-3288873054255842210</id><published>2008-12-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:16:49.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains Near Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Rick's joke was that when the mountains are misty, they take the mountains away and clean them! On a bright, sunny day it seems true because the mountains look SO clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to see the mountains when we drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the mountains was shaped like a stegosaurus because it had rock pieces standing up like spikeys on its back and it had a curvy tail. I wonder if it comes alive at night?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-3288873054255842210?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3288873054255842210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountains-near-denver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3288873054255842210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/3288873054255842210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountains-near-denver.html' title='Mountains Near Denver'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782439057664514446.post-5453247007415299691</id><published>2008-11-21T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:46:54.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts About Packing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWkzCqBUODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IPaR_eNvNdQ/s1600-h/samsung_fall+2008+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289815358055921714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWkzCqBUODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IPaR_eNvNdQ/s200/samsung_fall+2008+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;First, we had to sort. That was kinda sad and kinda happy. It was happy that we were going to go living in the RV soon. It was upsetting cuz we had to do alot of sorting and I don't really like sorting. [1 finger raised] It's hard work. [2 fingers raised] It's sad to be giving away things. And [3 fingers raised] I'd rather be playing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289815616668657730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWkzRtbZaEI/AAAAAAAAABY/ESPIAx6l0fQ/s200/samsung_fall+2008+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, we put all our stuff in boxes and we packed it up to go down to the farm. My job was to not mess up the sorting--don't go through the piles, don't mess the room up with other toys, don't talk alot (cuz they didn't want me to get them distracted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm thinking we got rid of about 30 bags of trash. The first trip down to the farm our stuff filled up almost half of the garage. This time all the boxes had to be carried up to the attic at the farm. Now what we have left in the house is "give-aways." I'm thinking we will give away 35 or 40 boxes of scrapbook stuff, and toys, and books, clothes and my big doll and stuff for babies. It's okay to get rid of stuff and throw it away because the things we stored are our good stuff and our most important stuff is already in the RV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782439057664514446-5453247007415299691?l=imagineanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5453247007415299691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-about-packing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5453247007415299691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782439057664514446/posts/default/5453247007415299691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagineanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-about-packing-up.html' title='Thoughts About Packing Up'/><author><name>Princess Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241274200245124590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWd9rYYPEfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q75G-YXU17w/S220/322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65R9abUw0mU/SWkzCqBUODI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IPaR_eNvNdQ/s72-c/samsung_fall+2008+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
