tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77925068138810932011-05-04T05:43:10.310-07:00Bethannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08939913528018315707noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792506813881093.post-65577247837556864242008-05-27T08:45:00.000-07:002008-05-27T10:27:01.153-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KFcK-EwgWxQ/SDxDiODqWmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WjZMedRc6MY/s1600-h/gails+ponys+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109524501518946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KFcK-EwgWxQ/SDxDiODqWmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WjZMedRc6MY/s400/gails+ponys+3.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">This summer I want to go to my Gramma's house and play with her miniature ponies. She has a new baby mini that I want to tame and train. It will take me at least a couple weeks. :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">I also want to go to my cousins (Kyle and Dylan) house and jump on the trampoline with them. We also have a trampoline but we can not put ours up because we have the foster kids. And we need to buy the net to go around the sides.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">I want to go camping, too. We have a RV trailer now and a tent. Last year we camped at Meadow Lake with Gramma and Grampa Culver. I want to do something like that again. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">I want to go boating with my Grampa Culver. I think it would be fun to drive a boat!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>I can't wait until school is out for summer!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792506813881093-6557724783755686424?l=babydollbeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08939913528018315707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792506813881093.post-15570865430656778152008-05-24T10:26:00.000-07:002008-05-24T10:46:14.536-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KFcK-EwgWxQ/SDhUI-DqWPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qT8NH5Ie9e4/s1600-h/Eldon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204001882500651250" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KFcK-EwgWxQ/SDhUI-DqWPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qT8NH5Ie9e4/s320/Eldon.jpg" width="255" border="0" /></a></p><div>My Dad calls me Baby Doll. He has called me Baby Doll since I was born. He says he will not stop until the day I die. Even when I get married and have my own kids, I'll still be his Baby Doll. I like it when he calls me that, because that is one way I know that he loves me. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792506813881093-1557086543065677815?l=babydollbeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08939913528018315707noreply@blogger.com