<?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-8078095936202108459</id><updated>2012-01-16T11:16:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiarra Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>My Creative Spot</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-5574223504599822277</id><published>2011-10-17T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:02:32.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoe's Favorite Singer</title><content type='html'>Sorry not to have written in a while. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAMr8sPp7pg/TpyJcr1_idI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f19fZx3RG6I/s1600/cupcakes%2Band%2BEchoe%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664553557223770578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAMr8sPp7pg/TpyJcr1_idI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f19fZx3RG6I/s200/cupcakes%2Band%2BEchoe%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting music on for Echoe (my parakeet) lately. She doesn't get as much attention as Mr. Blueberry Eye's parakeet, Scotch, does. That is because she is in my room and not the living room. So I put music on for her. She hadn't seemed to be very interested in any until I put on one of Michale Cards lullaby cds for her. Needless to say she loved it. She started dancing her little Echoe dance and chirping to her self. So I guess we have a common interest in our favorite singer. The pictures are of Echoe. The actual word echo is spelled e-c-h-o, but I thought Echoe was a little more &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;unique, &lt;/span&gt;so that's how I spell it. If you check some earlier posts you will find some more pictures of her and some of Scotch. -Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlgxPvCrhH8/TpyJcQok8BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ThqAPLliQVQ/s1600/cupcakes%2Band%2BEchoe%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664553549919744018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlgxPvCrhH8/TpyJcQok8BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ThqAPLliQVQ/s200/cupcakes%2Band%2BEchoe%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her on January 5,2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-5574223504599822277?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5574223504599822277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=5574223504599822277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5574223504599822277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5574223504599822277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/echoes-favorite-singer.html' title='Echoe&apos;s Favorite Singer'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAMr8sPp7pg/TpyJcr1_idI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f19fZx3RG6I/s72-c/cupcakes%2Band%2BEchoe%2B060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-1630174848486406529</id><published>2011-07-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:00:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chickens</title><content type='html'>Good day to you all. How are you all doing today? I am here again to show more photos of my chickens. But, today I am showing individual portraits. Hope you enjoy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wAxrEomvIk/ThsdApRd7TI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8eKGa6M4Tcc/s1600/Half%2BMarathon%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124056245890354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wAxrEomvIk/ThsdApRd7TI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8eKGa6M4Tcc/s200/Half%2BMarathon%2B127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Willowen. She is my Silver Spangled Wiandotte. She came in the second batch of chickens that we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzpV2-Cbddg/ThsdAf9hcvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UJKANF08AzI/s1600/Half%2BMarathon%2B125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124053746316018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzpV2-Cbddg/ThsdAf9hcvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UJKANF08AzI/s200/Half%2BMarathon%2B125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Muffle. She is my Black Silkie Bantam. We have have given her the title of the funniest looking chicken of them all. She is also pretty much our tamest chicken we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCvqoVjg2Q4/Thsc_0LTbDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-nJPVqGzgZ0/s1600/Half%2BMarathon%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124041992956978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCvqoVjg2Q4/Thsc_0LTbDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-nJPVqGzgZ0/s200/Half%2BMarathon%2B123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Spunk, my Ancona. She looks like one of my mom's chickens, except my mom's chicken is black, white, and brown while Spunk is just black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yR8MXQcV5Kc/Thsc_TyInsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hRFTb6vutBc/s1600/Half%2BMarathon%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124033297456834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yR8MXQcV5Kc/Thsc_TyInsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hRFTb6vutBc/s200/Half%2BMarathon%2B120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Truffle Hunter. She is my Salmon Favoralles. She is the same breed as Mr. Bluberry Eye's chicken, Spike, who is the rooster. Tuffle Hunter has feathers that buldge out making her look like she has very poofy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628124026130429538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDIkfuCqVzQ/Thsc-5FYdmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9tx9duLD_t4/s200/Half%2BMarathon%2B104.JPG" /&gt;This is Yks Gib. She is a Light Brahma, the same as my mom's chicken, Mable. Yks Gib's name is backwards for Big Sky. She and Mable are the hardest chickens of them all to recognize which one is which, but other than them they are all pretty easy to tell them apart. Hope to write a post showing you mama's chickens and Mr. Blueberry Eye's chickens later. Glad you enjoyed the tour of my chickens. That's it for now. Talk to you soon. Bye -Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8078095936202108459-1630174848486406529?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1630174848486406529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=1630174848486406529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1630174848486406529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1630174848486406529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-chickens.html' title='My Chickens'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wAxrEomvIk/ThsdApRd7TI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8eKGa6M4Tcc/s72-c/Half%2BMarathon%2B127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2569218733965549853</id><published>2011-06-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:15:59.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops,</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not written in a while. I did write yesterday,but somehow the post never was able to publish. Hope to write soon,&lt;br /&gt;Tiarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-2569218733965549853?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2569218733965549853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2569218733965549853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2569218733965549853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2569218733965549853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/oops.html' title='Oops,'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6960347705026071701</id><published>2011-05-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:35:43.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent News On The Chckens</title><content type='html'>Good Morning,you all! Here is my check-up on the chicks, except they're not really chicks anymore.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D9IY2Npe-U/TeJmW2BJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bbuP8U7teBc/s1600/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612160628300539874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D9IY2Npe-U/TeJmW2BJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bbuP8U7teBc/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first chicken is our rooster and his name is Spike. You might be interested to know that he is one of our most tame chickens. He is one of our Salmon Favorelles. Our other Favorelles is a hen and is brown, not black. Sorry, I don't have a picture of that one in this post though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYkwSVvwKDI/TeJmWjQWM8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/CwpENzKIbPc/s1600/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612160623264019394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYkwSVvwKDI/TeJmWjQWM8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/CwpENzKIbPc/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mr. Blueberry Eyes's chicken. She is a Silver Lakenvelder, and her name Oly Mo. There is a big story behind that name. Let me tell you it. My Grandpa had a white chicken when he was young. When my grandpa would lay down on the grass that chicken would come and lay his head down on my grandpa's shoulder. He was supposedly a very smart chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612160613033833810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGwAtctBGdM/TeJmV9JR9VI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wEJN82kbCsM/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more of our chickens. (Left to right)Red, Zay, Mable, and Bertha. They are so much bigger than they were as chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612160605605448914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlAmq8H5Js/TeJmVheNzNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TNtwVBbK8TE/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some more chickens in their nest boxes. (Left to right) My Black Silky Bantam who is not named yet, my Silver Laced Wiandotte named Willowen, and the rooster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to show you some more pictures in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8078095936202108459-6960347705026071701?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6960347705026071701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6960347705026071701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6960347705026071701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6960347705026071701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/recant-news-on-chckens.html' title='Recent News On The Chckens'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D9IY2Npe-U/TeJmW2BJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/bbuP8U7teBc/s72-c/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2362728379286009886</id><published>2011-05-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:59:55.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy As Busy  Can Get</title><content type='html'>Good day to you all. My family and I have been so busy lately it isn't even funny. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnXAqSrjmdE/TdSDbrNz5aI/AAAAAAAAATs/YeLeOext5cA/s1600/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608251947463468450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnXAqSrjmdE/TdSDbrNz5aI/AAAAAAAAATs/YeLeOext5cA/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama is working on planting potatoes in this picture. We have a whole bunch of stuff in the garden already, but still have a lot more to plant. My Grandma bought me two four-year* lilacs. They are starting to bloom already. We planted our fruit trees the other day. We have a plum tree, apple tree, cherry tree, pear tree, and two apricot trees. In our big green house we have watermelon, cantaloupe, kale, chives, pea greens, radicchio, and eggplant. Mama put some little hoops up and in them she has some peppers and some tomatoes. We planted two hundred and seventy-five strawberry plants and thirty three blueberry plants. We also have onions, cabbage, brussel sprouts, and sweet potatoes. That is all that I can remember, but do forgive me if I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmkq7yk3GpM/TdSDa4XClAI/AAAAAAAAATc/RwSTHXv6FA4/s1600/Baby%2BBack%2BNika%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608251933811971074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmkq7yk3GpM/TdSDa4XClAI/AAAAAAAAATc/RwSTHXv6FA4/s200/Baby%2BBack%2BNika%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I have been in "Cross Country" this spring. Mr. Blueberry Eyes runs 1/2 mile and I run one mile two times a week. Now, to some of you that may sound like a "Piece of Cake", but to us that is a huge accomplishment. Mr. Blueberry Eyes won a tenth place ribbon and a sixth place ribbon, and I got one sixth place ribbon. But that wasn't too hard because they give out ten ribbons and there weren't even ten girls in that race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA2gRGhZJqY/TdSDaotgiWI/AAAAAAAAATU/0qrrgsgHQtY/s1600/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608251929611241826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA2gRGhZJqY/TdSDaotgiWI/AAAAAAAAATU/0qrrgsgHQtY/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama finished making me a medieval costume a little while ago. If any of you have ever seen the movie "Ever After" you will probably think that this dress looks like the dress Danielle wore the first time she pretended to be a courtier. For you who haven't ever seen "Ever After" It is a another version of Cinderella. She pretended to be a courtier to so that she could buy back the servant that her step mother had sold. In doing so, she met the prince and ended up falling in love with him,but anyway, onto my blog. For those of you who know me well you will know that I love to play dress up. I am constantly off in another world of princesses, and what not. Sometimes I even make myself tired of not being in my own world. Of course you might not find that out too quickly by just talking to me, because I really am only off in my own world when nobody is looking or listening to me. I'm afraid if you saw me acting you might start to giggle or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZpTz7tPxRk/TdSDadjysBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Nidgzb0mP5g/s1600/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608251926617698322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZpTz7tPxRk/TdSDadjysBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Nidgzb0mP5g/s200/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the back of the dress. I really like the dress, because it actually fits me. Most dress-up dresses you'd buy in the store are too small for girls my age. I am very grateful to my mother. She put a lot of time into this dress, and I might as well add that she did a very nice job of it. TTFN-Tiarra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* F&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our-year means it has bean growing for four years. You can get other year old plants also, but four-year is nice because it is usualy fairly big and on its way to being full grown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8078095936202108459-2362728379286009886?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2362728379286009886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2362728379286009886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2362728379286009886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2362728379286009886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-as-busy-can-get.html' title='Busy As Busy  Can Get'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnXAqSrjmdE/TdSDbrNz5aI/AAAAAAAAATs/YeLeOext5cA/s72-c/Medieval%2BDress%2Band%2BJalen%2527s%2BCreations%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9106290328415194528</id><published>2011-04-17T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:49:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZPAVZl_XSg/TathdOAg40I/AAAAAAAAATE/lsj_wkD7gpA/s1600/April%2B2011%2B122.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-samu1pNdz3k/Tathc4bLvqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WKfoTCMVq7k/s1600/April%2B2011%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596674110748606114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-samu1pNdz3k/Tathc4bLvqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WKfoTCMVq7k/s200/April%2B2011%2B117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-samu1pNdz3k/Tathc4bLvqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WKfoTCMVq7k/s1600/April%2B2011%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-samu1pNdz3k/Tathc4bLvqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WKfoTCMVq7k/s1600/April%2B2011%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have our ducks now! Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I had our duck trained to follow us from the very first day. Well, that isn't totally true. Mr. Blueberry Eyes had his duck trained from the very first day, but I didn't spend as much time with mine as he did the first day so mine didn't follow me very well till a couple days after that. Sorry that the picture is side ways I don't know how to fix that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PjJk04JJd8/Tathci2FJJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HsPIT3Wq1P0/s1600/April%2B2011%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596674104955839634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PjJk04JJd8/Tathci2FJJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HsPIT3Wq1P0/s200/April%2B2011%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy made me some tabuli for my birthday. It is an Middle East salad. I love it! I can't remember a birthday without it. I'll give you guys the recipe in another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bir4mtOgVCE/TathbvWaLbI/AAAAAAAAASk/5mSZE7j8KFg/s1600/April%2B2011%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596674091132792242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bir4mtOgVCE/TathbvWaLbI/AAAAAAAAASk/5mSZE7j8KFg/s200/April%2B2011%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my little Black Silkie Bantam. I think he was a couple days here. Isn't he so, so cute! I still haven't named him. Maybe you guys could write a comment and tell me if you have any ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for one of the little chickens that we got a week ago, because she isn't doing so well. It is my mom's Silver Spangled Hamberg. TTFN-Tiarra&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/8078095936202108459-9106290328415194528?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9106290328415194528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9106290328415194528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9106290328415194528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9106290328415194528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/odd-and-ends.html' title='Odd and Ends'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-samu1pNdz3k/Tathc4bLvqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WKfoTCMVq7k/s72-c/April%2B2011%2B117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8949271142651276719</id><published>2011-03-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:49:47.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheribums to Chickabums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LA0j2vQ1-6s/TZN1ZNNBlHI/AAAAAAAAASA/dSpWr3emSEI/s1600/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589940638398387314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LA0j2vQ1-6s/TZN1ZNNBlHI/AAAAAAAAASA/dSpWr3emSEI/s200/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our chickies are still doing great. The first 24 hours are the most critical, and the second 24 hours are the second most critical hours. Well, guess what! It has already been the first 48 hours and we haven't lost one of our chicks. The yellow chickie in the first picture is of my mom's Buff Orpington, Buffi. All of our chickies are precious. I can't wait till they start to lay some eggs for us. I am desparately hoping that my little bantam is a hen, because I really want it to lay an egg. This is not going to be long. I just wanted to catch everybody up on our little chickabums. &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/8078095936202108459-8949271142651276719?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8949271142651276719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8949271142651276719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8949271142651276719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8949271142651276719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheribums-to-chickabums.html' title='Cheribums to Chickabums'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LA0j2vQ1-6s/TZN1ZNNBlHI/AAAAAAAAASA/dSpWr3emSEI/s72-c/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-433817939322505283</id><published>2011-03-28T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:38:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Chicks</title><content type='html'>We got really cute chicks today! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTwkfJenhzk/TZDwX0FRoJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PDA6-UQ0FYg/s1600/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589231429475213458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTwkfJenhzk/TZDwX0FRoJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PDA6-UQ0FYg/s200/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my little bantam. I haven't named her (I hope it's a girl) yet. She is so, so, so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aNdqZcJSfnI/TZDwXJd3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cpqaXJawrN8/s1600/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589231418035627794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aNdqZcJSfnI/TZDwXJd3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cpqaXJawrN8/s200/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of them not long after we got them. When we got them we only bought 11, but when we got home we had 12.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71_tvzpbGRM/TZDwWr75T0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HkLDL9KNtLo/s1600/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589231410108518210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71_tvzpbGRM/TZDwWr75T0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HkLDL9KNtLo/s200/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are putting the chickens in a run around the garden. Daddy is working on the coop for them. Next Monday we are getting ducks, and the Monday after that we are getting more chicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting all the exotic breads. I am getting a Black Silkie Bantam, Light Brahma, Salmon Faverolles, Ancona, and next week I am getting a Silver Laced Wyandottes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama and Mr. Blueberry Eyes are getting others but I am not going to go into details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-433817939322505283?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/433817939322505283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=433817939322505283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/433817939322505283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/433817939322505283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-chicks.html' title='Baby Chicks'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTwkfJenhzk/TZDwX0FRoJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PDA6-UQ0FYg/s72-c/First%2BDay%2Bof%2BChicks%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-4181383918273236510</id><published>2011-03-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:41:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Catch Up On</title><content type='html'>So, every one, I'm back.  Sorry it has been so long.  The Valentine's Day Dinner we had for Mom and Dad went well.  We served ice cream, fudge, noodles, soup, pancakes and some other stuff that we just happened to be out of, so they didn't get any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587677658469395618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSFrMvcDwU/TYtrOcB0bKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WMA452aizkw/s200/February2011%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mommy painted my face for the Super Bowl.  As you can see we were rootin' for the Packers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587677651880180674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUn520z2Wq0/TYtrODe0-8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7BpXwbhV16U/s200/February2011%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Spy Deputy loves carrots.  She just eats them right from your hand.  Munch, munch, munch.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587677649870653266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12b_LEkk5F0/TYtrN7_uB1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5dXgWLl57j0/s200/February2011%2B017.JPG" /&gt; Daddy made me a recipe box with dove tail corners and pretty little hinges.  It was supposed to be my Christmas gift, but the tools he orderd didn't have what he needed.  He gave me a card and told me about it, then made it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587677642107691026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CD6SKx3TjhM/TYtrNfE4oBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KHQHGI8WaaQ/s200/February2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt; On the top of the box it says "Give us this day our daily bread.  Matt 6:11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587677627908281250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdAIiTECIxw/TYtrMqLe06I/AAAAAAAAAPs/O3xv_0YEkTM/s200/February2011%2B005.JPG" /&gt; The Spy Deputy looks worried while Mr.  Blueberry Eyes takes her heart beat after she ate the chocolate bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am very exited about gardening this summer.  Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I cleaned out our green house that  we store all of our stuff in.  We did it to surprise Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I tried to clear some of the ice and snow away for the garden fence so that I can start moving our big flower barells over there.  I am dreaming and dreaming about this year's flower garden.  All the other years something or other has delayed me from planting, and that makes it so I don't feel like working on it the rest of the year.  I am deturmined to not let anything get in the way this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We are getting chickens soon.  Our first batch we are getting on the 28th, we are getting ducks on the 4th, and more chickens on the 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry that the picture hides a little of the words on the top post.  I haven't figured out how to fix that totally yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( TTFN) That's That For Now .  Hopefully it won't be onother month or so before you hear from me again. -Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S.  If you see the name The Mighty Hunting Hound that is what my mother calls The Spy Deputy on her blog and some times I get mixed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-4181383918273236510?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4181383918273236510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=4181383918273236510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4181383918273236510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4181383918273236510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title='So Much to Catch Up On'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSFrMvcDwU/TYtrOcB0bKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WMA452aizkw/s72-c/February2011%2B049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-4748128286587035085</id><published>2011-02-14T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:11:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valintines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, Everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  I have quite a lot to talk about but,  I will just mention a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mighty Hunting Hound ate a chocolate bar and had to go the vet (again).  Seems as though her drama will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I are putting a Valentine's dinner on for my mom and dad.   I believe it will be it will be a mystery meal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need to go now, but I want to tell everybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"HAPPY VALENTINE'S" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Tiarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-4748128286587035085?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4748128286587035085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=4748128286587035085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4748128286587035085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4748128286587035085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valintines.html' title='Happy Valintines'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8587665639428958830</id><published>2011-01-21T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:28:53.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TTpPUIeqxoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_RK9iViPyuM/s1600/January%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564847496861763202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TTpPUIeqxoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_RK9iViPyuM/s200/January%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy is sick so I had to make supper tonight.  I made onions and little links fried in olive oil with some saurkraut (on the side so those in the family who don't like saurkraut didn't have to eat it).  Onions make my eyes sting so that is why I was wearing those funny sunglasses.  I also boiled pierogies to go along.  By the way the things we had for supper were my mom's idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I got Echoe out tonight.  He likes sitting on my head so when I put him back and let The Mighty Hunting Hound out (who has not taken a liking to him yet),  got up on the couch and started sniffing my head as if there had been a murder up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Echoe is a very wierd bird.  Basically all he does all day long is eat and sleep and poop.  I need some advice on how to get him to play and sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Since Christmas has been over we have had so much more time to be a family.  I even think we have had more time to be a family than before Chrismas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Daddy is working on making me a recipe box with box-joint corners like dove-tail corners.  We have not gotten them yet, but we are going to get some decorative gold hinges and a clasp for it.  It will say "Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread" Matt. 6:11 on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Happy Sabbath to all, and to all a good night.  Tiarra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-8587665639428958830?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8587665639428958830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8587665639428958830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8587665639428958830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8587665639428958830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TTpPUIeqxoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_RK9iViPyuM/s72-c/January%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8027933452338683062</id><published>2011-01-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:26:11.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here is Scot</title><content type='html'>Here is Scot sitting on Mr. Blueberry Eyes as he plays the Violin.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSk06Rs4lYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XKW_dKbQPU0/s1600/Scotch%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560033390754305410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSk06Rs4lYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XKW_dKbQPU0/s200/Scotch%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scot sitting on Mr.Blueberry Eyes shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSk06DrLkmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UXr1ifgkDCA/s1600/Scotch%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560033386989064802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSk06DrLkmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UXr1ifgkDCA/s200/Scotch%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Scot a pretty bird?  Mr. Blueberry Eyes really likes him.&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-8027933452338683062?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8027933452338683062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8027933452338683062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8027933452338683062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8027933452338683062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-here-is-scot.html' title='So Here is Scot'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSk06Rs4lYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XKW_dKbQPU0/s72-c/Scotch%2B038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9063105861719786575</id><published>2011-01-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:02:15.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECHOE, Echoe, echoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Echoe is my new pet parakeet.  Since it is still a baby I don't know if it is a boy or not.  I want it to be a boy because boys talk more,  so I will be calling him a he.  He is all yellow with a little white spot under each eye.  Parakeets can talk so I am going to teach him to say "yummers" when I give him something yummy or something to eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwkydeWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5jjLEFZmApg/s1600/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwkydeWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5jjLEFZmApg/s1600/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559979348009515362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwkydeWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5jjLEFZmApg/s200/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;My mom, brother and I did a puzzle last night and Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I got out our birds( by the way Mr. Blueberry Eyes has a bird, too, whose name Scot).  Scot is blue, white, and black.  You can see him in the background of the picture above.  I will put another post on my blog so you can see a better picture of Scot.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwWlULSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BAdAGtHftuY/s1600/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559979344196283682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwWlULSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BAdAGtHftuY/s200/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am playing the piano with Echoe on &lt;/em&gt;me.  I have only had him 3 or 4 days and already trained him to sit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwIc-HaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9zkw-eQuGdg/s1600/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559979340403187106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwIc-HaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9zkw-eQuGdg/s200/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is wet because I had just sprayed him down.  He likes it when I rub my cheek on his face.  He just relaxes and lets me push his head with the motion of my cheek.-Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Scot's name is not his real name, but Echoe is Echoe's real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-9063105861719786575?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9063105861719786575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9063105861719786575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9063105861719786575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9063105861719786575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/echoe-echoe-echoe.html' title='ECHOE, Echoe, echoe'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TSkDwkydeWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5jjLEFZmApg/s72-c/parakeets%2Band%2Bfriday%2Bnight%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-5190450293404636221</id><published>2010-12-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:59:25.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-5190450293404636221?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5190450293404636221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=5190450293404636221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5190450293404636221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5190450293404636221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6552315817937467764</id><published>2010-12-24T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:33:52.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is Christmas again. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here in Grandma and Grandpa's house with all the the Cousens, Aunts, Uncles and Grandma and Grandpa. I love Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-6552315817937467764?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6552315817937467764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6552315817937467764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6552315817937467764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6552315817937467764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-night-before-christmas.html' title='Tis&apos; the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-4582602483409020285</id><published>2010-11-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:40:55.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thank You's For the Year</title><content type='html'>I started this post around thanksgiving so it is pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well every one, it is Thanksgiving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many thanks that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spy Deputy is alive after the tick&lt;br /&gt;The snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon to be new Auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon to be cousens life (I'll tell you more at the end of the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first plain ride&lt;br /&gt;Our new game, Stratego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., so let me tell you about my 1 1/2 year soon to be cousen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spiked a feaver so fast that he had a febril seazer. We think the seazer made him choke on his saliva. He turned blue and his eyes rolled back in to his head. Uncle Laughter piked him up and gave him a hamilic fit for a baby(Which saved his life). After a while the abulanse arived and he was taken to the hospatle. Good news, he is fine. But we are very glad he is all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-4582602483409020285?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4582602483409020285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=4582602483409020285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4582602483409020285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4582602483409020285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-thank-yous-for-year.html' title='My Thank You&apos;s For the Year'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2849090547226399497</id><published>2010-10-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:15:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little of This and A Pinch of That</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;As useuall I have a lot to tell y'all.&lt;br /&gt; lets start with the pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437133839098674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxupVYzI/AAAAAAAAANg/jmmUm3Q8jgE/s200/October+Garden+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this piture was very pretty.  It is of our garden.  Although only a very small pourtion of our garden.  The Snap Dragons are my moms.  I love flowers, Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxZ0XwTI/AAAAAAAAANY/gLt3wUYqFag/s1600/October+Garden+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437128248246578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxZ0XwTI/AAAAAAAAANY/gLt3wUYqFag/s200/October+Garden+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           I believe that thies are Zinnias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxNp-KpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dIRX8mQWfOo/s1600/October+Garden+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437124983401106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxNp-KpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dIRX8mQWfOo/s200/October+Garden+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and The Spy Deputiy.  I had just sprained my ancle so I got to sit on the couch comfid up with pillows. Doing my school work whith The Spy deputy ( which by the way soon left)between my nees and the pillow.  While Mamma and Mr.Blueberry Eyes worked on in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBwkM2FaI/AAAAAAAAANI/x67sAwbK_84/s1600/October+Garden+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437113855382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBwkM2FaI/AAAAAAAAANI/x67sAwbK_84/s200/October+Garden+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a night I drew free hand during History class.  Oh, and by the way I was folowing a step by step drawing book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBwZGtwjI/AAAAAAAAANA/22mAeZWEJb0/s1600/October+Garden+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437110876881458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBwZGtwjI/AAAAAAAAANA/22mAeZWEJb0/s200/October+Garden+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book we are reading about a man named Polycarp.  He was a disciple of John the Revelator.  His dream was to become a Christian martyr for the Lord.  Worthy ambition, isn't it?  There is a Bible Verse that says somthing like "the blood of the martyrs is of a sweet smelling&lt;br /&gt;odor to God.  So we are burning a nice smelling candle when ever we read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spy Deputy is with my mom in town.  She had to go to the vet, aaggaaiinn.  I am getting just plain worn out of her getting sick or hurt.  She has a big old lump on her neck.  We thought it might be a tumor, but the vet said that it is the likelihood of about 3% that it is tumor.  She will not be able to wear a collar for the rest of her life.  Instead, she needs to wear a harness.  If everyone can pray for her that would be lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It is getting very, very chilly here.  The whole garden pretty much has frozen, including the green house.  We went out and harvested some of the tomatoes that had not frozen yet and the potatoes yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8078095936202108459-2849090547226399497?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2849090547226399497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2849090547226399497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2849090547226399497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2849090547226399497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-of-this-and-pinch-of-that.html' title='A Little of This and A Pinch of That'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TLyBxupVYzI/AAAAAAAAANg/jmmUm3Q8jgE/s72-c/October+Garden+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2763223597253571370</id><published>2010-10-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:33:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FpeRFGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kl_LQxKteaY/s1600/Horses+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711846608541954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FpeRFGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kl_LQxKteaY/s320/Horses+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, Readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are all of you doing? I have lots of things to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I went fishing with my Uncle M.P. the other day. We only caught one fish and it got away, but we had a lot of fun. Montana Auntie joined us after a little while. Some other people that were there gave us some fish. When we were done we went to my uncle's friend's house. Then to Uncle and Auntie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FopQjVOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3iutnLUux-s/s1600/Horses+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711832379249890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FopQjVOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3iutnLUux-s/s320/Horses+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa are visiting us while my mom is at women's retreat.  While they're here, we're going to put up the chicken fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of a toy car that got left outside and a family of ants moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of a wounded horse named Remington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third picture is of me riding a horse. I don't remember the name of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FoU4YS-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/uMvQ5oUOv6I/s1600/Horses+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711826909154274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FoU4YS-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/uMvQ5oUOv6I/s320/Horses+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Spy Deputy wants a lot of attention right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those of you who have not read my mom's blog, you should probably check it out.  Its cool!  &lt;a href="http://www.nanettesthoughtfulspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.nanettesthoughtfulspot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-2763223597253571370?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2763223597253571370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2763223597253571370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2763223597253571370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2763223597253571370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TK9FpeRFGQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kl_LQxKteaY/s72-c/Horses+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-485139684910581018</id><published>2010-09-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:01:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Comment on Blog Post, Wedding</title><content type='html'>There was cake at the Wedding, a couple differnt kinds of of cake.  I did not tast all of it but what I did tast was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-485139684910581018?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/485139684910581018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=485139684910581018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/485139684910581018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/485139684910581018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/answer-to-comment-on-blog-post-wedding.html' title='Answer to Comment on Blog Post, Wedding'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-1025897808544945678</id><published>2010-08-27T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:58:57.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Like It</title><content type='html'>So how do you like my Blog?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510268759180348498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/THhoPefgjFI/AAAAAAAAALU/6L_MAjj6z78/s200/Clay+Buttons+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;It is like fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttons are the ones my mom and I made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/THhoOTaGWII/AAAAAAAAALM/e3pLDKX5bhI/s1600/Clay+Buttons+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510268739025000578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/THhoOTaGWII/AAAAAAAAALM/e3pLDKX5bhI/s200/Clay+Buttons+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-1025897808544945678?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1025897808544945678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=1025897808544945678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1025897808544945678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1025897808544945678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-you-like-it.html' title='How Do You Like It'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/THhoPefgjFI/AAAAAAAAALU/6L_MAjj6z78/s72-c/Clay+Buttons+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9039885681578029402</id><published>2010-07-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:01:08.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYkUOIv7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8lsce6538v4/s1600/Wedding+Weekend+595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498992525945913266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYkUOIv7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8lsce6538v4/s200/Wedding+Weekend+595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, I am sorry I have not blogged for a while. I have been so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle M.P. got married, I mean he was already married, but he and his wife had the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of my Mother and her siblings. I will name them left to right. M.P., My Uncle Laughter, Mama, M.M.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYj7LeInI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UHdbv-Mjh9Y/s1600/Wedding+Weekend+521.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of M.P.  and New Auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYj7LeInI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UHdbv-Mjh9Y/s1600/Wedding+Weekend+521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498992519223845490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYj7LeInI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UHdbv-Mjh9Y/s200/Wedding+Weekend+521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutley enjoyed the wedding, it was great! They had a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all kinds of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-9039885681578029402?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9039885681578029402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9039885681578029402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9039885681578029402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9039885681578029402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TFBYkUOIv7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8lsce6538v4/s72-c/Wedding+Weekend+595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2640845324674238223</id><published>2010-05-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:00:08.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5TFDSYSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qZTowk9oXn8/s1600/Misc+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862359283851554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5TFDSYSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qZTowk9oXn8/s200/Misc+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Just found a post that I had drafted earllier this spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of us playing baseball this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of my mom Cheerful Worker &amp;amp; my uncle Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third picture is of my grandpa Office Worker,  my grandma&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5Sq-C98I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JazcG8Bjl1Q/s1600/Misc+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862352282548162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5Sq-C98I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JazcG8Bjl1Q/s200/Misc+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny Flash &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5SC42lII/AAAAAAAAAKE/745eejVcm04/s1600/Misc+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862341523346562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5SC42lII/AAAAAAAAAKE/745eejVcm04/s200/Misc+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-2640845324674238223?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2640845324674238223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2640845324674238223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2640845324674238223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2640845324674238223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-spring.html' title='This Spring'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/TAG5TFDSYSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qZTowk9oXn8/s72-c/Misc+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-3457414014414718598</id><published>2010-05-28T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:46:46.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks God, Thanks So Much</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, how are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;   I have somthing to tell you!  The Spy Deputy almost died in the night.   Yes you read right.  She almost died in the night.  Here, let me explain.  First of all,  last year about this time of year, she hurt her back.  Well a couple of days ago she started getting symptoms like she did when she hurt her back,  so we thought she hurt it again.  Well, she kept getting worse and worse. till the point where last night my mom got up for something and decided to check on her.  My mom found her with her ear in the water dish.  My mom called my dad and she went back to bed while my dad stayed with The Spy Deputy.  A little while later my dad yelled,  "Her breathing is really bad", so my mom came out.  The Spy Deputy was fighting for every breath.  It was too much for my mom so she went back to bed and started praying that if The spy Deputy was going to die, to let her die soon.  Then my dad yelled to mom to come.  My mom thought  "she is gone", but, no, my dad had found a tick.  He pulled it out.  Within about 5 minuets The Spy deputy was doing alot better.  She is continuing to get better.  It only took about 5 and half hours from the point  of The Spy Deputy not being able to lift her ear out of the water... to the point of being able to shake without falling.  So,  do you think that is an answer to prayer and a miracle or not?-Tiarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-3457414014414718598?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3457414014414718598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=3457414014414718598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/3457414014414718598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/3457414014414718598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-god-thanks-so-much.html' title='Thanks God, Thanks So Much'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-5337161990810782262</id><published>2010-05-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:11:54.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY54dOsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8QOG7ZkV-Hc/s1600/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467538067802731106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY54dOsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8QOG7ZkV-Hc/s200/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is anyone there?  I have not written in a long time!  We have been so  busy it is not funny.   For those of you who read my mom's blog, you probably already know what the picture of Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I is all about.  There we are, playing Cleopatra and her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frosting Flower was my birthday cake.  It was made of cupcakes!  Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY5bgov2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Zq0LQmyUsXI/s1600/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467538060032393058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY5bgov2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Zq0LQmyUsXI/s200/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am working on Mother's Day Cards for some friends, Mr. Blueberry Eyes and my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY4ubllVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/65ilrVs7Obg/s1600/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467538047931618642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY4ubllVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/65ilrVs7Obg/s200/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-5337161990810782262?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5337161990810782262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=5337161990810782262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5337161990810782262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5337161990810782262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/aaaahhhhhhh.html' title='Aaaahhhhhhh'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S-CY54dOsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8QOG7ZkV-Hc/s72-c/Cleopatra+and+her+Brother+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-350081321925753129</id><published>2010-04-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:11:31.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>Can't stay long it is my bedtime but I had to get a few words in.  I got an email today from grandma.  I am so happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today we hade baseball.  It had been a blustery day, but when baseball time came it was pretty nice.  Please don't think I am saying it was perfect for it was cold and windy but we suervived `till the snow started coming and then it got so windy and snowy that we had to come in.&lt;br /&gt;  TTFN~Tiarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-350081321925753129?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/350081321925753129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=350081321925753129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/350081321925753129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/350081321925753129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-1792874684150235780</id><published>2010-04-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:59:06.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th  Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S7unF2ByqrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p72kQG-bMLw/s1600/sewing%3Bbedset+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457139092333701810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S7unF2ByqrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p72kQG-bMLw/s200/sewing%3Bbedset+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My birthday is today and I am so excited.  I am 11 years old today.  Can't believe it, but it is true so I guess I need to believe it.  11 years ago I was born as a baby with pure black hair with ringlets.   The exact different from now for now I have blond hair that is as strait as a pineneedle.  I was very plump you might say,but all babies are I guess.  I was 7lb. 14 oz. and 19in. long.  My grandpa called me Blossom before he knew what my name was.  My mommy and grandma thought I would be short like my grandma but so far I am proving them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new bed set that I got.  I am so happy it is finely here.  Isn't it  pretty?  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S7unGkxzcDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rrF6K29nIlM/s1600/sewing%3Bbedset+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457139104883109938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S7unGkxzcDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rrF6K29nIlM/s200/sewing%3Bbedset+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8078095936202108459-1792874684150235780?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1792874684150235780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=1792874684150235780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1792874684150235780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1792874684150235780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/11th-birthday.html' title='11th  Birthday'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S7unF2ByqrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/p72kQG-bMLw/s72-c/sewing%3Bbedset+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9187939662468309108</id><published>2010-03-27T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:30:04.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat Shalom~Peaceful Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66y0LBVnPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GZ31uZHaeM/s1600/Fish+Hatchery+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453492808173591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66y0LBVnPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GZ31uZHaeM/s200/Fish+Hatchery+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes it is a Shabbat Shalom. We went to a Fish Hatchery to day and gave my mom and grandparents a tour and then took a walk. We took some pictures of each other and of a stump that looked like an ant eater. When Daddy saw it he came over and said," There is a ant eater over there"and Grandma said," There aren't ant eaters in this country are there?" I said," He's just teasing." If you click on the picture right below you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our grandparents visiting from were they live. For Mr.Blueberry Eyes and my birthday thay gave us $50 each. Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66yznVKz4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0xbOHqB0Hus/s1600/Fish+Hatchery+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453492798593093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66yznVKz4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0xbOHqB0Hus/s200/Fish+Hatchery+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Uncle M.M. ( Military Medic) is here. He's telling us stories about his life. My Uncle M.P. is doing good and so is his wife, Montana Aunty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453492756566482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66yxKxPnNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8kdGbhO3FWU/s200/Fish+Hatchery+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spy Deputy is so cute right now I could eat her. Ok, maybe not quite, but you are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle is telling a very funny story. I feel like doubling over with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN~Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8078095936202108459-9187939662468309108?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9187939662468309108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9187939662468309108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9187939662468309108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9187939662468309108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/shabbat-shalompeaceful-sabbath.html' title='Shabbat Shalom~Peaceful Sabbath'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S66y0LBVnPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GZ31uZHaeM/s72-c/Fish+Hatchery+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-5446080351214874510</id><published>2010-03-18T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:45:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cushing,Tired Feet, and a Train on Your Tail</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't have a tail if your confused, but you may want to find out what really happend. I'll tell you.  About two Sabbaths ago we were walking the railraod and Granny Flash, Cheerful Worker, and Mr.Blueberry Eyes got tired, but Daddy and I wanted to keep going so we kept going and the others turned around.  We had not gone very far when Daddy stopped and said, "I think I hear a train coming.  So we listened, but didn't hear much so we just kept walking while we listened.  All of a sudden: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmSVBafVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sakq4_e2cAs/s1600-h/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450171701626830162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmSVBafVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sakq4_e2cAs/s200/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "TOOOT TOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"  We didn't have much time, but just enough to put a penny on the track that I had been waiting to skwish.  We than skrambled up a steep bank with a few seconds to spare before the train came around the corner.  Wheew! Talk about a close call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see I like to dress up in the picture where I'm making cookies, for I even dress up while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture of dog biscuits I decided to get fancy and put them in a pretty order.  My mom thought it was so pretty that she took a picture of it.  Oh yes, that is what I was talkin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmR7GFA7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/As_hSbKJNj0/s1600-h/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450171694667072434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmR7GFA7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/As_hSbKJNj0/s200/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g about when I said that my feet were tired feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and the (Spy Deputy) are cushing in one of these pictures. the ( Spy Deputy) is so cute in this picture, if I do say so myself.  I mean you can not get cuter than that can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now~Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmRVQCVwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PWvTZ5DLGa4/s1600-h/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450171684508292866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmRVQCVwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PWvTZ5DLGa4/s200/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmQ__JpqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cb9G8JMyYTE/s1600-h/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450171678800324258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmQ__JpqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cb9G8JMyYTE/s200/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8078095936202108459-5446080351214874510?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5446080351214874510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=5446080351214874510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5446080351214874510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/5446080351214874510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/cushingtired-feet-and-train-on-your.html' title='Cushing,Tired Feet, and a Train on Your Tail'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S6LmSVBafVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sakq4_e2cAs/s72-c/Swing%3BDoggybiscuits+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-3737550326370622655</id><published>2010-03-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:51:09.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up Odds &amp; Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S5xP7HRaHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2W_nxaT3WFc/s1600-h/Knitting+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448317526194396930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S5xP7HRaHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2W_nxaT3WFc/s200/Knitting+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this pic. I am wearing a scarf &amp;amp; hat my mother (Cheerful Worker ) made me.  She was going to make it for herself but it didn't fit her, so she gave it to me.  She was also going to make matching ones but when she went back to the yarn shop she couldn't find that color so she got a darker color orange.  I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We have been pretty busy lately.  Mr. Blueberry Eyes has been sick this week.  It started when we were making dog biscuits to sell the other day and when we were half-way through making the orders he came down with a sore throat and than a fever and he still has not gotten over it and he came down with it last Sunday so that would be a week ago tomarrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle (M.P.) is doing well in bootcamp.  I am forgetting if I mentioned that he went to bootcamp right after he got married, but now you know if I didn't mention it.  He hurt his knee a few years  ago, but it has been holding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up.  Let's see it is the 13th of March and my birthday is the 6th of April so it is 24 days till my birthday and Mr. Blueberry Eye's birthday is the 14th of April so 24 + 8 = 32 so 32 days till his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to earn some money to send myself to summer camp and to get myself a brand new comforter cover, sheets, and the bed skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big collie dog ( Old Faithful) and our 2 cats (Lucky Tiger) and (Old Whino) are all sleeping in the living room while I write and our little yorkie ( The Spy Deputy) is in bed with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow is Pathfinders and we are working on our baking honor.  Last Pathfinders' meeting we made yyyuuummmyyy cup cakes mmmmmmmm. They were so good!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is reading on the couch right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm done blabbing.  Tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-3737550326370622655?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3737550326370622655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=3737550326370622655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/3737550326370622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/3737550326370622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up-odds-ends.html' title='Catching Up Odds &amp; Ends'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S5xP7HRaHwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2W_nxaT3WFc/s72-c/Knitting+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8856500685067955692</id><published>2010-02-10T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:55:15.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise and Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S3N0Ag2c12I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZpUU-DkyOp4/s1600-h/Hanging+Garden+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436816727333459810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S3N0Ag2c12I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZpUU-DkyOp4/s320/Hanging+Garden+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi guys! I am a lot happier today. I got over the pain of friends leaving, but am afraid that I will always miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a snow shoe this Sabbath in Glacier National Park.  We were looking for Charley Russels cabin on Lake Mcdonald (or Lake Picadonel as I called it when I was younger.  I called it that because we would often go for a picnic there so I just started calling it Lake Picadone.) You see, The Wood Artist loves exploring as well as doing things with wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr.Blueberry Eyes wanted to go skiing so he was the only one that went skiing.  Although snow shoeing was a lot of fun, I sort of wished I went skiing because Mr.Blueberry Eyes got pulled back to the car by a ski pole Dad was using. Mr. blueberry Eyes held on one end and dad the other end while dad ran on his snowshows as Mr.  Blueberry Eyes glided on the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night my new auntie came over for rootbeer,vpizza and salad and a movie.  We talked about the wedding ( yes,yes,yes, they got married already but we were talking about the ceremony )and the WEDDING dress.TTFN-Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S3N0APdhY-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sErSgB32O_0/s1600-h/Hanging+Garden+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S3N0APdhY-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sErSgB32O_0/s1600-h/Hanging+Garden+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8078095936202108459-8856500685067955692?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8856500685067955692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8856500685067955692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8856500685067955692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8856500685067955692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/exercise-and-muffins.html' title='Exercise and Muffins'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S3N0Ag2c12I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZpUU-DkyOp4/s72-c/Hanging+Garden+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2631650527500820465</id><published>2010-02-02T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:31:43.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Hello, Making Memories and Saying Goodby</title><content type='html'>I am feeling sad and I am gloomy just like the weather today.  So I am sure you want to know why. Well, it is because some of my best freinds moved today.  That is why I am so gloomy. Yuuup.  They came over for a play date (I mentioned that in my last post) right be for leaving. Hhhhhuuuuuu.  I gave them my email adress and blog adress.  Mmmeeeeooohhhmmmyyy! I am going to miss them so much.  They moved a way a little longer then a year ago and about this August. They moved back, then their moving again. God, why do friends have to move away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun today.  We played "piggy wants a bekon", watched a dvd and played out side.  Yes, we had fun but were so sad when they had to leave. Their names on here will be (Swift Arrow), (Eagle Eye) and (Little Feather) Those are their Indian names when ever we play Indians.  And, for your information,  Mr.Blueberry Eyes and my Indian names are  (Laughing Water) and (Strong man) anyway we alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a club called (The Huck. Soldiers).  We have fun in that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can see why I am so sad and gloomy.  Do you have any friend that has moved away or left?  You can tell me in a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this pic. matched my mood.TTFN-Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2ixisUNyEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I2GSaid3Lq8/s1600-h/Garden,+summer+%2709+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433788159992121410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2ixisUNyEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I2GSaid3Lq8/s320/Garden,+summer+%2709+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-2631650527500820465?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2631650527500820465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2631650527500820465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2631650527500820465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2631650527500820465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/saying-hello-making-memories-and-saying.html' title='Saying Hello, Making Memories and Saying Goodby'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2ixisUNyEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I2GSaid3Lq8/s72-c/Garden,+summer+%2709+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9015463558732756630</id><published>2010-02-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:21:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby Race 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8QyShmxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mhoI51MfSs8/s1600-h/Pinewood+Derby+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433448103265016594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8QyShmxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mhoI51MfSs8/s320/Pinewood+Derby+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday my family and some friends went to the Pinewood Derby 2010.  It was so fun!  For those who don't know what a Pinewood Derby Race is, I will tell you.  A Pinewood Derby Race is a model car race. The cars are the size of the cars in the pics.  Anyway, we had so much fun and their were so many different kinds of cars.  There was a piano, ice cream truck, shrew, eraser, and a pencil that Mr.Blueberry Eyes made.  I made a cunieform tablet and named it the Hummerrolbi.  Now, lets just explain a cuneiform tablet, Hammerabi and all the puns in the name.  A cuneiform tablet is a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8QRC7m3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-JnV3BSNMiQ/s1600-h/Pinewood+Derby+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433448094341241714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8QRC7m3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-JnV3BSNMiQ/s320/Pinewood+Derby+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tablet of clay the Sumarians used to write on&lt;br /&gt;and Hammurabi was the ruler of the Sumarians.  All the puns go like this. I switched Hammerabi to Hummerollbi. So, first of all Hummer, like a Hummer car and second of all Hummeroll like it is rolling down the track and third of all I put letters on it and the letters were going up and down on the car like it was going up and down on the track.  I did not get a ribbon but that is because it is a pretty hard car to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When  other people are racing you are supposed to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8Pb826iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zFEErztlJi8/s1600-h/Pinewood+Derby+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433448080088689186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8Pb826iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zFEErztlJi8/s320/Pinewood+Derby+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stay behind a red line and watch.  You can see that in the last pic.  You can sit on the bleachers or as most of the kids do, sit or kneel on the cement floor and watch.  I love cheering the racers on.  It is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy food and drinks like popcorn, nachos, hot chocolate and a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow, we are going to play with some dear friends and Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I are getting ready to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spy Deputy is laying by my side.  She looks so cute. I really can't explain how cute she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speaking to (Granny Flash ) right now. TTFN-Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-9015463558732756630?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9015463558732756630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9015463558732756630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9015463558732756630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9015463558732756630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/pinewood-derby-race-2010.html' title='Pinewood Derby Race 2010'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2d8QyShmxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mhoI51MfSs8/s72-c/Pinewood+Derby+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6963572833068260686</id><published>2010-01-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:28:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky's Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2MhKo7BB1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d6-Spwtuo70/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432222042206308178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2MhKo7BB1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d6-Spwtuo70/s320/Christmas%2709+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not going to write much but I wanted to show you (lucky Tiegers) pic. Isn't she pretty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you have a good week.-Tiarra &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-6963572833068260686?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6963572833068260686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6963572833068260686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6963572833068260686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6963572833068260686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/luckys-picture.html' title='Lucky&apos;s Picture'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S2MhKo7BB1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d6-Spwtuo70/s72-c/Christmas%2709+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6771865915272015125</id><published>2010-01-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:25:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S14htxpi2EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_wZmyrUsrzM/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430815270960814146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S14htxpi2EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_wZmyrUsrzM/s320/Christmas%2709+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, guys! I am having quiet time right now and decided to post to keep me busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  will be reading quite a bit of things today but I hope you will like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is of two of my uncles.  The one on the left is of MP.  You know, MP, the one that got married. The other is of my Uncle (The Passionate Explorer) playing "Would You Rather". I think this picture is pretty nice, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of the board hanging in our living room.  My mom, Cheerful Worker, cross stitched the bears and my dad, Wood Artist, found the wood by a lake pretty close to our house and they put it in our living room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S14htSVpciI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zBSO-b0bA9I/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430815262555861538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S14htSVpciI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zBSO-b0bA9I/s320/Christmas%2709+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture is of our cat (Lucky Tiger) will be her name here. We think she is a bengal. My parents got her in Hong Kong, China.  Can you believe it?  When she had kittens she didn't know what they were.  Now here comes the sad part.  She killed all but one (Whino). He whines a lot! I can tell you that his picture is not here, but he looks a lot like (Lucky Tiger) just he is alot fatter and bigger. The funny part is she had the kittens one week after my mom had me. Isn't that funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spy Deputy is sitting licking herself while I type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My quiet time is over, but I think I will keep typing.  How's that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on my Pathfinder cooking honor and am supposed to write down some recipes for it and thought maybe you would like a recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Great Grandma's Buttermilk Pancakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 qt. buttermilk,rinse with 1/2 c. water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 eggs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp. salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4c. suger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 c.flour ( may mix with whole wheat &amp;amp; white flour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2tsp. baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directions - Mix. Let sit for 15 mins.  Mix in 1/2 c. oil.  Make pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the recipe. Leave a comment telling me what you think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks as if my pic. of  (Lucky Tiger) disappeared. I will try to put the pic. on another post. Then you can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spy Deputy is sleeping by me now.  If you want, you can mentionn in your comment about the recipe, if you have pets and what their names are. TTFN-Tiarra   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-6771865915272015125?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6771865915272015125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6771865915272015125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6771865915272015125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6771865915272015125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S14htxpi2EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_wZmyrUsrzM/s72-c/Christmas%2709+130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2890408084305108564</id><published>2010-01-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:09:45.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Til Death Do Us Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLcG1LJBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SXKtuS8LCUc/s1600-h/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538978339595282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLcG1LJBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SXKtuS8LCUc/s320/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last week has been really busy.  Last Tuesday my Uncle (MP) got married to a lovely lady.  I really like her. Obviously, Mr. Blueberry Eyes likes her, too, because he's constantly asking to call her.  As I am sure you know  that was a very joy-filled day.  Mr.blueberryEyes thought the kiss was the best part. As for me, the kiss was pretty good,  but the best part was that I get a new Auntie and seeing the joy on Uncle and Auntie's face. They came over to our house that night with his and her families and had pizza, salad, ice cream and cake.  Mmmmm, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm taking the day off because I have earned enough points to have a day off. The way I get points is to get to school on time, get my math done in an orderly time, get my math correct, get my spelling test correct and use our vocab words correctly in a sentence.  By the time  I have 75 points I get a day off school, a chai tea and one hour on the computer without using my music points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLbtBSkKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R4KSd8oJf-c/s1600-h/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538971411091618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLbtBSkKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R4KSd8oJf-c/s320/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight my mom (Cheerful Worker), Mr. Blueberry Eyes and I are going to town with my Grandma (Granny Flash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a novel called  "Laylie's Daring Quest". I just started it last night. It is a really interesting book. Laylie is a slave. The only family member she really knows is her brother, Luke, and her friend has just been sold away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeasterday we came home from town to find some goodies on our bed from Granny Flash. Mmm mmm mmm they look good. They came along with some other stuff in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLa-qm2_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SBJvSc5DKMU/s1600-h/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538958967921650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLa-qm2_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SBJvSc5DKMU/s320/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe it is already the 18th.TTFN-Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-2890408084305108564?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2890408084305108564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2890408084305108564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2890408084305108564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2890408084305108564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/til-death-do-us-part.html' title='Til Death Do Us Part'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S1YLcG1LJBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SXKtuS8LCUc/s72-c/Daniel+and+Richele%27s+Wedding+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-694777012940240682</id><published>2010-01-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:59:43.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Investiture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0pE9Bhjq8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G7ZP6rp82yk/s1600-h/Investiture+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224516293077954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0pE9Bhjq8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G7ZP6rp82yk/s320/Investiture+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm writing about 2010 Investiture today. As you can see on my sash is my big badge for going to Oshkosh, Wisconson. It says Pathfinders Courage To Stand on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed all of the adventurer honors.  Woooooooooooohoooooooooooooo.  But I'm a Pathfinder now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathfinders is a lot like girl scouts and boy scouts but girls and boys together.  It really is very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy the ( Spy Deputy ) is sleeping by my side while I type  sip hot chai lattah and listen to daddy read to mommy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I went skiing a little while ago.  We went down our driveway and a little more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing dressup a lot lately.Me-oh-my, I think I have run out of suff to say.  Oh yah I really like comments so if your not having trouble leaving them I would really enjoy it if you could leave one.TTFN-Tiarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-694777012940240682?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/694777012940240682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=694777012940240682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/694777012940240682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/694777012940240682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-investiture.html' title='2010 Investiture'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0pE9Bhjq8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G7ZP6rp82yk/s72-c/Investiture+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6623888377391319146</id><published>2010-01-02T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:46:36.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeee Haawwww, What on earth is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0AccqMMRrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ErYuXtVBrLg/s1600-h/Christmaspics,mule+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422365230041417394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0AccqMMRrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ErYuXtVBrLg/s320/Christmaspics,mule+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here I am again, but this time I'm typing all by my self wooohooo all by my self. Well that is enough of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of Mr.BlueberryEyes with our landlords mule Fox who was kind of sick with a blockage in his gut. Eeeeeewwwww. Yah well anyway it scared the wits out of my mom (Cheerfulworker) she thought the hot water heater was growling in the garage.  Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is of our family in front of some of our freinds christmas tree. Mr.BlueberryEyes does not however like his picture being taken and was crossing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway TTFN~Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0AccG-nphI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QemeCyRIWMg/s1600-h/Christmaspics,mule+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422365220589250066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0AccG-nphI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QemeCyRIWMg/s320/Christmaspics,mule+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-6623888377391319146?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6623888377391319146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6623888377391319146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6623888377391319146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6623888377391319146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/heeee-haawwww-wate-on-earth-is-that.html' title='Heeee Haawwww, What on earth is that?'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/S0AccqMMRrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ErYuXtVBrLg/s72-c/Christmaspics,mule+158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2755817010884273006</id><published>2009-12-28T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:19:38.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcOzask9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/SyxKWZqxRlQ/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420394667163030482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcOzask9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/SyxKWZqxRlQ/s320/Christmas%2709+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve my Mama's family came over. We ate Christmas Eve Dinner, played a game and went downstairs to open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the presents I got was from Mr. Blueberry Eyes. Of course, my dad helped! It's the first picture you see. Isn't it beautiful? It's a candleholder that can hold chocolates on the bottom ledge. I think it's beautiful! My mother got one from my Dad and my three uncles and my grandma got one from all of us. And we got many other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a little game of Apples to Apples and then went to bed. When we got up in the morning, I went to town with Granny Flash, my grandma and played a game on the computer. Then we came home, ate some breakfast, listened to some stories and opened stockings. Then we played some games. Then we set off a rocket that Mr. Blueberry Eyes had gotton for Christmas. Then we came in and had Christmas Dinner and ding donged around the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcOTnSFMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T_t8CTJ4nwg/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420394658625885378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcOTnSFMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T_t8CTJ4nwg/s320/Christmas%2709+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the games we played on Christmas Day was "Would You Rather?" It had challenges called "Would You Do It?" challenges. This was one of the "Would You Do It?" challenges I did. I had my Mom draw some glasses and a handlebar mustache on my face with her purple eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the challenges that Granny Flash did was to dance with a mop. We all got a big kick out of that! And so on went our weekend - on and on and on. Whew! - TTFN - Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcN9YgtJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kgZR7NjvBa0/s1600-h/Christmas%2709+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420394652658349202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcN9YgtJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kgZR7NjvBa0/s320/Christmas%2709+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-2755817010884273006?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2755817010884273006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2755817010884273006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2755817010884273006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2755817010884273006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blur.html' title='Christmas Blur'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SzkcOzask9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/SyxKWZqxRlQ/s72-c/Christmas%2709+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2189789740215738420</id><published>2009-09-07T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:26:22.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptile Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbTjbL6FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HdP_Cv_JQhQ/s1600-h/100_3346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805721448835154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbTjbL6FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HdP_Cv_JQhQ/s320/100_3346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Reptile Gardens before I got to OshKosh.  It was really fun.  They had all kinds of shows of reptiles.  Even though a bird isn't a reptile, they still had a bird show.  As you can see the first picture is of a bird and she was waving to to us when I was taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next picture, on one of those board things, you know - when you stick your head out of it and there's a painting on the outside.  I don't really know what they are called, but anyway.  I was pretending I was scared of the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbTCaapdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xKE0-UMJ3CY/s1600-h/100_3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805712587236818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbTCaapdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xKE0-UMJ3CY/s320/100_3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is of me by a big, giant turtle.  If I huddled up, it would probably be  2 1/2 to 3 times as big as me.  It was pretty big.  Just a few weeks or days before, somebody had gotton their finger bit off by one of those turtles because he was eating and they got their finger down by his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something fun this weekend, too.  I got to play with some of my friends that I had not seen for more than a year.  It was so fun!  And we were able to pick up where we had left off.  We went to the lake and had a picnic.  It started to rain when we had just finished eating, so we had to scurry toward the cars.  But, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, mommy was extremely sick and so we spent quite a bit of the day inside watching t.v. and some of it playing outside. Today we were going to go huckleberry picking, but we learned that there was about a 50% chance of rain and mama is still a little sick. - Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbShRcV3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9vUM0lIQpZ4/s1600-h/100_3354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805703691229042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbShRcV3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9vUM0lIQpZ4/s320/100_3354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-2189789740215738420?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2189789740215738420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2189789740215738420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2189789740215738420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2189789740215738420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/reptile-gardens.html' title='Reptile Gardens'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SqVbTjbL6FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HdP_Cv_JQhQ/s72-c/100_3346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-1970774750437581269</id><published>2009-09-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:48:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OshKosh, Wisconsin, Adventist Comporee, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6egzYIlbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YMGz9sxZlgM/s1600-h/100_3381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909291511387570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6egzYIlbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YMGz9sxZlgM/s320/100_3381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to tell you about my big, summer adventure.  This last August, I went on a trip to OshKosh, Wisconsin for the big, Pathfinder Camporee.  There were about 36,000 people and on one of the pictures that I took a picture of, I was pointing one way and you couldn't even see 1/4 of the people!  I had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture was a puppet of one of the puppet shows they had.  His name was Toby.  And he was extremely funny!  The time I got the picture that you see now was when I think he had just gotton scared, so his mouth is wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6egSfeaTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UYJG48exsR8/s1600-h/100_3378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909282683808050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6egSfeaTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UYJG48exsR8/s320/100_3378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture you will see is of me and Miss Brenda from Kid's Time.  It was Friday when I went to her booth to see if I could get a DVD I was in.  She didn't know which one I was talking about, but I got a little, black, stuffed animal puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing that happened is when I was marching in the parade, Mrs. Glatts, one of my leaders was giving us all water while we were stopped in the parade.  When it came to be my turn out of the four girls,  I drank most of my bottle and Mrs. Glatts started pouring the rest over my forehead.  Quicker than a flash, she moved the bottle, lifted out my shirt and poured the rest down my shirt and ran away because she didn't know what I was going to think.  We all started laughing.  It was so funny. - Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6ef0WJJuI/AAAAAAAAADs/x_SzxsjMMTE/s1600-h/100_3366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909274591602402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6ef0WJJuI/AAAAAAAAADs/x_SzxsjMMTE/s320/100_3366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-1970774750437581269?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1970774750437581269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=1970774750437581269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1970774750437581269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1970774750437581269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/oshkosh-wisconsin-adventist-comporee.html' title='OshKosh, Wisconsin, Adventist Comporee, 2009'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sp6egzYIlbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YMGz9sxZlgM/s72-c/100_3381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-7786320620254436192</id><published>2009-06-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:02:59.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Fashioned 10th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sko1Z1opnBI/AAAAAAAAADk/yt1bRdSKVHA/s1600-h/100_2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149825093835794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sko1Z1opnBI/AAAAAAAAADk/yt1bRdSKVHA/s320/100_2988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last April, I had an old fashioned tea party for my birthday.  We all dressed up in old fashioned clothes and drank lemonade and ate tabouli and pasta salad and little sandwiches vegetable relishes.  For dessert we had a big, beautiful, old-fashioned cake with pansies on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games like blind man's bluff and button treasure hunt, and had a pinata.  I had a pony pinata.  For the lemonade, we used my goblets that I had gotten from a bean auction.  And for the food, we used my china, which I also got from the bean auction.  Anyway, we had fun! - Tiarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sko1ZQX9V0I/AAAAAAAAADc/FwPvCb8Drec/s1600-h/100_2967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149815091713858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sko1ZQX9V0I/AAAAAAAAADc/FwPvCb8Drec/s320/100_2967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-7786320620254436192?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7786320620254436192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=7786320620254436192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/7786320620254436192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/7786320620254436192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-old-fashioned-10th-birthday.html' title='My Old Fashioned 10th Birthday'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/Sko1Z1opnBI/AAAAAAAAADk/yt1bRdSKVHA/s72-c/100_2988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8859901043119986984</id><published>2009-03-31T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:57:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKOcq4uGJI/AAAAAAAAADM/SZJGsXZv1ec/s1600-h/100_2911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470733077649554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKOcq4uGJI/AAAAAAAAADM/SZJGsXZv1ec/s200/100_2911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, my family and me went to a cabin to spend the weekend.  It was quite a cute cabin, pretty small, but still quite cute.  We spent the first day getting settled and playing games and eating and then sleeping.  The next day, The Wood Artist (my Dad), Mr. Blueberry Eyes (my brother) and me got up really quietly - or so to my Mom we did.  We got dressed and we went out for a walk.  We crossed a fence and walked into the meadow. &lt;br /&gt;We found some tracks right as we started walking into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKOcc1vy5I/AAAAAAAAADE/2tHfv4lTgxc/s1600-h/100_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470729307081618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKOcc1vy5I/AAAAAAAAADE/2tHfv4lTgxc/s200/100_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw rabbit tracks and tracks that we think were probably coyote tracks and big places in the snow that The Wood Artist thinks were probably pushed down by a moose.  We walked on a little further, following the moose tracks and then we all heard something.  At first it sounded like a moose or a siren.  But in the end we found out that it was coyotes howling.  Now that was pretty neat. Too bad The Stitch Maiden (my mommy) wasn't there.  They were fairly close.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weekend was fun. - Tiarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-8859901043119986984?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8859901043119986984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8859901043119986984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8859901043119986984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8859901043119986984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-weekend.html' title='A Fun Weekend'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKOcq4uGJI/AAAAAAAAADM/SZJGsXZv1ec/s72-c/100_2911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2710231619266908733</id><published>2009-03-31T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:39:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Button Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKMxx0YCYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/APr5RNqaUwU/s1600-h/100_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468896692472194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKMxx0YCYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/APr5RNqaUwU/s200/100_2872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my new button box.  I decided to make a new one, not decorate it with so many buttons, but to make it cute!  I thought it would look cute if I used buttons for O's.  My brother's button box is a little like it, except that it looks even more like a stop sign, because mine has long points on it.  Mr. Blueberry Eye's box has all sides even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-2710231619266908733?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2710231619266908733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2710231619266908733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2710231619266908733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2710231619266908733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-button-box.html' title='The New Button Box'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SdKMxx0YCYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/APr5RNqaUwU/s72-c/100_2872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-4599313988965081829</id><published>2009-02-14T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:46:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Puppy, the Spy Deputy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SZc5i6UZmpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RSLIUMD664U/s1600-h/100_2742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302770358185204370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SZc5i6UZmpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RSLIUMD664U/s200/100_2742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little puppy is not really a spy, but we have fun pretending.  She is the perfect puppy for our family. She's funny, she hilarious!  And even though she may be small, she has a very low growl.  My daddy even says she doesn't have a slow-moving muscle in her body, she moves so fast.  She's half Yorkie, a quarter Silky, and a quarter Poodle.  I think she thinks she is 100% human.  She really is hilarious.  When you accidentally lock her in a closet, or forget about her, or shut her in a room, she usually doesn't make a sound.  When she is does make a sound, its a very low "RRrrrrrr!"  When she is naughty, she sometimes hides behind something and peeks out to see if you are still mad at her.  She chases the cats down the hall and she's learned the trick at least with one cat to sit and watch him until he gets half of his body through the cat door and then she'll charge after him.  Occasionally, she gets told what's what and who's boss by the cat.  Its a very funny time when you're living with a puppy.  And if you have one, I'm sure you know what I mean! - Tiarra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-4599313988965081829?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4599313988965081829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=4599313988965081829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4599313988965081829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4599313988965081829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-puppy-spy-deputy.html' title='My Puppy, the Spy Deputy'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SZc5i6UZmpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RSLIUMD664U/s72-c/100_2742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-123614742702476106</id><published>2009-01-23T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:11:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Homeschool Downhill Ski Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SXpLnL3tEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xiz3oxSIUhM/s1600-h/100_2731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294627448500851266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SXpLnL3tEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xiz3oxSIUhM/s200/100_2731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple Thursdays ago, my daddy (The Wood Artist), me, and my brother(Mr. Blueberry Eyes) went on a homeschool, downhill ski day.  There are no pictures of me because my Daddy wasn't with me when the camera was working and when he was with me, the camera wasn't working.  But anyway, we learned how to do pizzas and duck walks and going straight which Mr. Blueberry Eyes calls French fries.  And we even got to go on the lift coming up.  It was my first time - at least the first time I remember going on an open ski lift.  And then on the bunny hill, there was a little thing to the side where you had to point your skiis up the hill and wait for a little handlebar to come by on a string.  When the handle bar got to you, you had to grab onto it and be pulled up the bunny hill.  Sometimes it was really hard to hold onto it, especially when somebody in front of you let go.  It wasn't to my brother, he said.  It was kinda hard trying to step off the thing that you were pulled up the bunny hill by.  But I soon got the hang of it.  One of the tricky parts was, we had to learn how to do all of this downhill skiing without any poles, but I soon got the hang of that, too.  And when we were all done skiing and I had taken my boots and skiis off, my feet ached horrifically.  Anyway, it was a fun day in the end.  The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-123614742702476106?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/123614742702476106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=123614742702476106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/123614742702476106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/123614742702476106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeschool-downhill-ski-day.html' title='A Homeschool Downhill Ski Day'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SXpLnL3tEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xiz3oxSIUhM/s72-c/100_2731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-2785312532606260885</id><published>2009-01-06T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:59:05.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SWPAjFtCZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/oR4nV79KlbQ/s1600-h/100_2695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288282096522127234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SWPAjFtCZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/oR4nV79KlbQ/s200/100_2695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing a report on dolls for one of my Adventurer Honors.  On to my report.  A doll can represent a baby or another human being.  Now listen to this! A doll can even represent the likeness of animals and imaginary creatures.  In my study of dolls, I take that in as stuffed animals basically being dolls.  Isn't that interesting? Dolls can be made up of wood, clay, porcelain, stone, bone, cloth, china, rubber, plastic, vinyl, ivory, paper, apples, and corn skins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History of Dolls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Archeologists say that dolls are one of the oldest toys.  Dolls have been found in Egypt tombs that date as far back as 2000 B.C.  Dolls have been found in children's graves that have been made up of wood and for the wealthier children, pottery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dolls shown in the picture are my dolls and they are Elsie and Violet.  The one in the black hair is Violet and the one in the brown, curly hair is Elsie.  The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-2785312532606260885?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2785312532606260885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=2785312532606260885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2785312532606260885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/2785312532606260885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/dolls.html' title='Dolls'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SWPAjFtCZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/oR4nV79KlbQ/s72-c/100_2695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-1134958031630406774</id><published>2008-12-21T17:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:37:26.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Brooke's New Button Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qsklGX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMlP96DHYOU/s1600-h/100_2549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282417464406597458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qsklGX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMlP96DHYOU/s200/100_2549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qsNXAgVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LwLPKgnrjJ8/s1600-h/100_2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282417458173477202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qsNXAgVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LwLPKgnrjJ8/s200/100_2548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qrrQwX0I/AAAAAAAAABs/9PZ0XRfG-uI/s1600-h/100_2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282417449020448578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qrrQwX0I/AAAAAAAAABs/9PZ0XRfG-uI/s200/100_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Papa, (The Wood Artist), and me working on my new button box. I hope it will be really pretty. I will put the picture of it on another post. But onto what we were doing for it. We had to cut certain pieces of woods into special shapes and sizes and lengths. And then we had to glue it together and nail it together with a air gun. Then we had to make a bottom for it. And like my other one, if you would like to make one, it can be any shape or size. You can get pieces of wood with knots in it. And if you don't know what knots are, just ask your parents. But anyway, you don't have to get pieces of wood with knots in it. You can router words on top of the lid and paint into the router. But its all up to your very own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8078095936202108459-1134958031630406774?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1134958031630406774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=1134958031630406774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1134958031630406774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/1134958031630406774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-on-brookes-new-button-box.html' title='Working on Brooke&apos;s New Button Box'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/SU7qsklGX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMlP96DHYOU/s72-c/100_2549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-8751843776172217312</id><published>2008-12-03T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:38:54.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Button Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcXSOH2BpI/AAAAAAAAABk/aCwmek1WsIM/s1600-h/100_2503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275711090283906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcXSOH2BpI/AAAAAAAAABk/aCwmek1WsIM/s400/100_2503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcXRgjXhEI/AAAAAAAAABc/P47eWaPoJj0/s1600-h/100_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275711078051316802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcXRgjXhEI/AAAAAAAAABc/P47eWaPoJj0/s400/100_2502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my button box I have made. I've decorated it with buttons as you can see. Now you can see that this is one of the places where all of my buttons went.  As you can see I drew a few buttons that are green!  Its very fun to make a button box.  If you would like to make one, here's a few tips on it.  Get a box.  It can be any size.  As you can see, I picked round for mine.  But it can be an oval, a square, a hexagon, or any shape you might want.  And decorate it with buttons or whatever you think might be creative.&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/8078095936202108459-8751843776172217312?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8751843776172217312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=8751843776172217312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8751843776172217312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/8751843776172217312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-button-box.html' title='My Button Box'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcXSOH2BpI/AAAAAAAAABk/aCwmek1WsIM/s72-c/100_2503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-9021512296509328586</id><published>2008-12-03T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:30:38.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woven Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcVgPdMv4I/AAAAAAAAABU/JaQIU91qUCA/s1600-h/100_2495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275709132136824706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcVgPdMv4I/AAAAAAAAABU/JaQIU91qUCA/s320/100_2495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the woven purse I made.  On the other side it has a yellow star like it has a purple heart on the front.  I crocheted the handle. and sewed the sides together with the same yarn I wove and crocheted.  This is one of the handicraft stuff I have made for my Adventurer Honors.  Some of my other posts like my sticker collection and my button collection and some of the other stuff I will put on posts are for my Adventurer Honors.  But back to the purse.  I finished it about last year.  It takes a long time to make and a lot of hard work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078095936202108459-9021512296509328586?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9021512296509328586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=9021512296509328586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9021512296509328586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/9021512296509328586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/woven-purse.html' title='A Woven Purse'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcVgPdMv4I/AAAAAAAAABU/JaQIU91qUCA/s72-c/100_2495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-6504518573435925818</id><published>2008-12-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:23:54.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Button Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcTdTYPfLI/AAAAAAAAABM/x0HOnlapOYQ/s1600-h/100_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275706882626911410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcTdTYPfLI/AAAAAAAAABM/x0HOnlapOYQ/s200/100_2490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcTdFcdlbI/AAAAAAAAABE/uk5JZgESL-4/s1600-h/100_2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275706878886516146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcTdFcdlbI/AAAAAAAAABE/uk5JZgESL-4/s200/100_2486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my button collection.  I have a button collection, too.  There's all different colors, sizes and shapes of buttons.  I used to have a LOT more buttons than I do now.  But I decorated my button box with them and all kinds of other things.  Some of the things you can use buttons for are decorating purses, put them on quilts.  You can make cards and vases out of them.  The vase I made out of them was a small glass jar with the label taken off of it.  And then I decorated buttons all over it.  (I'll put some of these pictures on another post.)  You can decorate flowers pots with them,too.&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-6504518573435925818?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6504518573435925818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=6504518573435925818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6504518573435925818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/6504518573435925818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-button-collection.html' title='My Button Collection'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcTdTYPfLI/AAAAAAAAABM/x0HOnlapOYQ/s72-c/100_2490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078095936202108459.post-4348373688713677868</id><published>2008-12-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:14:04.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sticker Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRbwI4XMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfsXLyciII8/s1600-h/100_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275704656964115650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRbwI4XMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfsXLyciII8/s400/100_2485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This is my sticker collection. I collect stickers of bunny rabbits, insects, Christmas stickers, flower stickers, all kinds of stickers.  Its very fun to have a sticker collection.  You can include stamps in it.  But you don't have to.  Some of them I get from my Grandma.  Some of them I get from my Mommy.  Some of them people from my church give to me.  I use them to give to people and to put on envelopes when I write a letter, or even on the letter.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRbZCknVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/36o8RstX6i0/s1600-h/100_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275704650763640146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRbZCknVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/36o8RstX6i0/s400/100_2484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRa1SSyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/vOcQeNwcufw/s1600-h/100_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275704641165904002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRa1SSyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/vOcQeNwcufw/s400/100_2478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8078095936202108459-4348373688713677868?l=tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4348373688713677868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078095936202108459&amp;postID=4348373688713677868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4348373688713677868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078095936202108459/posts/default/4348373688713677868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiarrachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sticker-collection.html' title='My Sticker Collection'/><author><name>The Chronicles of Tiarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142619952680196897</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/-GiHkLSKln34/TZEWbz7bU1I/AAAAAAAAARI/nnMiTt3mihI/s220/Wedding%2BWeekend%2B986.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NX3fT_whB4k/STcRbwI4XMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfsXLyciII8/s72-c/100_2485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
