tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65862463207999826792011-04-21T18:50:00.829-07:00Don't persecute me. I can't spell everything yet!Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16942775068963612257noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586246320799982679.post-21915348086411350272008-10-25T16:16:00.000-07:002008-10-25T16:55:33.673-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOp2MXLjTI/AAAAAAAAABw/B9yVWxngesQ/s1600-h/DSC_8318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOp2MXLjTI/AAAAAAAAABw/B9yVWxngesQ/s400/DSC_8318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261235538195352882" border="0" /></a><br />Kaylin and I are best friends. I am almost 9 and she is 10. We have been friends since we were 1 and 2. We don't live in the same place anymore. She lives in Oregon and live in Washington but whenever we see each other it feels like I haven't been gone. Usually when I go down to Oregon I spend the night at her house. We always have fun together!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOtreBrM6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qijz89_-P28/s1600-h/P1010233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOtreBrM6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qijz89_-P28/s400/P1010233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261239752004940706" border="0" /></a><br />This is when Kaylin had her birthday a few years ago. I got my toe nails painted dark pink and hers were light pink. We got a back massage and a head massage but we couldn't reach the water at the same time. We also went to Red Robin for dinner. It was a lot of fun!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6586246320799982679-2191534808641135027?l=emmaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16942775068963612257noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586246320799982679.post-5149979248117754652008-10-25T13:51:00.000-07:002008-10-25T14:16:42.248-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKbw1u-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S-1M4-Z7JMw/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKbw1u-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S-1M4-Z7JMw/s400/P1010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200999270250514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKcVRvJFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YUN46KqEDGA/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKcVRvJFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YUN46KqEDGA/s400/P1010068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261201009051378770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKdS2fhnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0KBW3qacsDw/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjcWl2mKcYM/SQOKdS2fhnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0KBW3qacsDw/s400/P1010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261201025580107378" border="0" /></a>My mom is typing my first post for me because it feels a little overwhelming to type a lot! I asked my mom if I could make applesauce out of apples with the caramel sauce we had. First, I cut up the apples. then, I smushed them up with the potato masher and added some caramel. Then, I put a little cinnamon in it. It tasted sooo good. The sad thing is there is only a little bit even though I used two apples. I hope lots of people comment on my new blog!<br /><br />Emma said that sentence was wierd. (But I bet she does want comments!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6586246320799982679-514997924811775465?l=emmaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16942775068963612257noreply@blogger.com7