horseback riding

so for 5 weeks i rode a horse in capricorn, his name is Dusty, why you ask. he's named Dusty because he looks like dust. ok we'll start with grounding lessons.
1 you get the western raiyns and put the mouth piece in its mouth and put the ear piece behind its ears and take the not and put it under the ear piece until they tell you to take it out
2 you get an oval shaped brush that was black and plastic (it gets mud off of it body)
3 you get a surtant pick you face the back legs and shoulder to shoulder andthey will help you pulltheir hoof up and take the hoof and pick the mud off the hoof until you see a white triangle
4 you take the hand brushand brush to the shape of the fur, fourth you take a swet pad and trough it over its back
5 put 2 heavey pads on top of the swet pad
6 put the saddel on top of all the pads then undue the belt and put it through the hole and go around 3 times then make a 4 and pull it through the hole.
i'll tell you about the rest later, bye.

my daddy

ok now most of you guys know my dad. he is as kind as every one can get. i see him every monday and every other weekend. he has a bright shiney smile. he is almost always happy. he is so happy he can catch a tornado with his super strong arms. but his super strong muescuels dont compare to his beautiful blue eyes. he has some great intrest skills and he is awesome at making stuff. plus he makes great steak with extrodinair mushroom sauce. i love every moment of it and did i mention he makes awesome hamburgers, and i didnt even like hambergers before that. also his happyness makes me very happy, he also tells me very funny jokes that make me laugh. he says im funny but i dont think so. every morning i hear his shaver and i sometimes say he needs to shave his chest hair. speaking about shaving, i can feel his scratchy facial hair. it feels like a rusty raccoon. he has a bald head with itti, bitti, little, tiny, hairs on it. they are very small, speaking of small my dad is short. you probebly dont want to get too close to him because his farts are like stinky bombs that can come any time and any where, stinky. but what smells good about him you ask, well i think his deodorant and collone do. they make him smell like a beautiful flower at the auboratum. when we go to the beach or swimming pool i can see his tan skin. and i can see his hairy chest, its like a fur ball. he has a beautiful singing voice. its like nature( wind blowing, birds chirpping.) but most of all i love him and that is all that matters, and a fun time.

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my baby b-bro

at school i wrote a story about Braydon and here is how it goes-
my baby brothers name is Braydon. he is as tiny as a pea, we have cute baby pictures and videos of him. and did i mention he has the cutest face, Braydon will have blue eyes and a small nose, and i think he will have really cute pajamas. i think he will have a baby blue bottle with soy milk in it. also when he grows up i imagine him wearing a tiny tucks.
my dad said i may have to change Braydons dipper. i bet he will have a really poopy dipper. then i may have to put lotion on his hands, so that it will give him soft hands. then he might want some soy milk and cheerios, oh no he spilled them every where, eww i stepped on a cherrio.
since Braydon may have pink lotion it might smell like strawberrys or rassberrys. and another thing is my dad may put his collone on Braydon, and let me tell you something my dads collone smells scrumdiddleyuptiously great. ewww, peeewww! whats that stinch. oh, i think i was suppose to change that. (poopy dipper)
splish, splash, splat milk spilling down Braydons pants, his pants have stinky milk on them. you cant blame him he will only be 4 when he does it. because of that i have to tell you that he is in my stepmoms stomach right now and it is a possibillity thathe may be born on september 27,2009. when he comes out he will be crying and i will be sighing, but one day he will laugh and i will laugh along. did you like it well there is more to come. the end

notes, poems, and certificates from my teacher

its the last day of school saying bye to everyone and getting autographs. so our 3rd grade teacher called us out side and when she starts say that this person loves writing she cant stop, and she cant stop, and she cant stop writing and as sune as i herd the letter t i started walking tword her, i was the 3rd grades most likely to be an author, it was from all four of the 3rd grade teachers.-it was almost the end of the day and mrs.tseng called me out side in the hallway and she gave me two things, the first thing was a note and it goes like this- you are 1 of the most creative and talented girls i know! i love how big your imagination is and all the amazing things that you produce! continiu working hard and doing your best next year. you will definetly shine in 4th grade! i will miss you lots! hags-have a great summer!-p.s.make sure you visit me often next year.much love, mrs.tseng.next is a poem and this is how it goes- i am glad i was your teacher

i'm glad i was your teacher. ive come to love you so. i cant belive the end is here.i hate to see you go. remember all the fun we had and all the things we did but most of all remember .........

you're a very special kid

much love.

mrs.tseng and that was it bye for now.

DAD IN A NECK BRACE

ONE DAY DADS NECK WAS HURTING AND BECKY SAID THAT DAD HAD TO HAVE SURGERY AND WHEN DAD WAS HAVING SURGERY THEY HAD TO CUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF HIS NECK (AND IN THE FRONT) AND I THINK THE NEXT DAY I CAME OVER AND SAID HI. DAD SAID I CAN LAY DOWN WITH HIM BUT ONLY IF I SAT ON THE RIGHT SIDE BECAUSE HIS LEFT ARM WAS HURTING. THEN I GOT VERY HUNGRY, SO BECKY WENT AND GOT ME A PURPLE POPSICLE. WHEN I WAS THROUGH WITH MY PURPLE POPSICLE MY LIPS WHERE PURPLE. MY DAD WAS GIVIN SOME AIR PUTTY AND HE SAID I MAY BEABLE TO PLAY WITH IT. THEN I HAD TO LEAVE BUT BEFORE I LEFT I ASKED IF I COULD HAVE SPEARMINT FLAVORED GUM, THEN WE LEFT.(A FEW DAYS LATER.) THATS WHEN I SAW DAD IN HIS BLUE NECK BRACE AT HOME. THE END

braydon-my baby brother

it all started with a phone call from dad he said Becky was pregnant, so i called everyone i knew. (a few months later) on June 8th i went to a sonogram, and Braydon looks like a skull, and he would not stop moving. When they did pictures of Braydon they wrote stuff on the pictures like: hi mom and dad, hi sis, hi everyone, baby thinking (picture of head), hand, and feet. so that is what i know about Braydon.