tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9398013008681459892024-02-18T22:58:01.379-08:00Elisa's NewsElisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-11252244964796852632010-05-10T13:03:00.000-07:002010-05-10T13:08:05.642-07:00<strong>Here's another knock knock joke:</strong><br /><strong>"Knock knock"</strong><br /><strong>"Who's there?"<br />"Boo."<br />"Boo Who?"<br />"Don't cry, it was just a joke."</strong><br /><strong>Herd of it before? It's slightly popular.</strong>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-5809451302161331372010-05-08T12:23:00.000-07:002010-05-08T12:35:33.644-07:00Hi, lets get right to the point, I'm at school!!!!!!!!!!!! I am really good at math and have taken up an instrument. The saxaphone. Guess what? You don't need to pay for lessons, just the sax! Well as long as you're at school. My band instructor, Ms.Kimble, is really nice and takes 20 minutes out of her week just to catch me up with everyone. Now if that's not nice then I don't know what is.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-46326746640004887002008-11-30T17:25:00.000-08:002008-11-30T17:39:58.587-08:00X SamanthaDo you know that they are closing Samantha down? It's crazy.<br />Samantha is one of my favorite American Girl dolls.<br /> Luckilly they're just doing it for storage,<br />and they don't think she's not appropriate.<br /> Is Samantha one of your favorite<br /> American Girl dolls? Do you have her?<br /> I don't, but I want her.<br /> I've got Elizabeth and Filicity.<br />Samantha is a black-haired brown-eyed American Girl doll.<br />If you want a Samantha American Girl doll you better go<br /> get it now before it's to late!Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-59341636033809719262008-10-16T08:55:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:59:18.263-07:00A Knock Knock Joke<strong>Here's a knock knock joke I made up by my very own self.:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>''Knock knock."</strong> <br /><strong>''Who's there?''</strong><br /><strong>''What Where.''</strong><br /><strong>''What Where who?''</strong><br /><strong>''Are you confused?''</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Try it on your ma and pa, and/or on your friends. See if they laugh. If they do, please comment. I'd love to know how it worked out!</strong>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-46988693245693713402008-06-08T12:29:00.000-07:002008-06-08T12:44:32.976-07:00The snake club girlsMe and my two<br />best friends in the<br />world, have a club<br />called the snake club.<br /> Where-when ever<br />we have a playdate<br />or sleepover-we'll<br />practice our band and<br />do our book club (which<br /> I plan).Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-20412978039512751622008-06-06T07:28:00.000-07:002008-06-06T08:00:12.177-07:00I am a BIG READER!<div>I am reading a 557 page book! It's called <strong><em>Peter and the Shadow Thieves</em></strong>. It's the book before the book before <em><strong>Never Land</strong></em>. I've got the book before that one, too(meaning the first book called Peter and the Starcatchers). I've also read that one, too. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisExRBUV52pX7anplOlBgN08EbmjsQl0-0yJ-ysKu6c1ILe6h3jRdjxAYxfBBaR4VpBpMPm3BVkt7xbtzpVVJ_HNJJOHgAKmE7unemyG1oM3guh3ArJgHOE4WKF4YHRj-4GFerI3YbKWI/s1600-h/PICT5778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782614923974130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="180" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisExRBUV52pX7anplOlBgN08EbmjsQl0-0yJ-ysKu6c1ILe6h3jRdjxAYxfBBaR4VpBpMPm3BVkt7xbtzpVVJ_HNJJOHgAKmE7unemyG1oM3guh3ArJgHOE4WKF4YHRj-4GFerI3YbKWI/s200/PICT5778.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a></div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-61350381260369363292008-05-20T15:48:00.000-07:002008-05-20T16:12:32.777-07:00My First InterviewHere's my first interview:<br /><br />part one:<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q9tXimWEH4&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>part two:<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pg23fbHXyA&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br />part three:<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pS4DdB82w6k&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't it cool? I've always wanted to pretend to be an interviewer.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-17041271815843096162008-04-22T11:44:00.000-07:002008-04-22T14:05:59.709-07:00A Book I've Read<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBHJiGphUlVHkx3bx4WFktDGv6qtfkX4P-HWQviEQPMguT1AB2QMIckEOGZNRLrpkp2CyfVOND5n95JA3wXS4jQQZimFIpkNlLlwnubGADRd3wgqRa5BFmnat1O-X3qBxFSAuHEcJinw/s1600-h/PICT5539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192177009823953298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBHJiGphUlVHkx3bx4WFktDGv6qtfkX4P-HWQviEQPMguT1AB2QMIckEOGZNRLrpkp2CyfVOND5n95JA3wXS4jQQZimFIpkNlLlwnubGADRd3wgqRa5BFmnat1O-X3qBxFSAuHEcJinw/s200/PICT5539.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">THE PRINCESS TEST</div><br /><br /><div align="left">Their once was a baby that wanted everything perfectly perfect. When she was fourteen her mother died and a nurse was hired. When the nurse figured out that the girl was a good-for-nothing she decided to do her in. She finally- after a lot of figuring out-decided what to do- during that time the girl met a prince. The prince wasn't nearly as picky as herself. Getting back to where we were...She was going to lose her and who ever found her was going to have to do everyting instead of herself. So she got her to lose her way in the forest. Then the girl found her way to the prince's castle. Now at that moment there was a test going on at the castle for the prince was going to be wed and when she knocked at the door they thought she was a princess to. The prince was thrilled when she came. They put her to the test right away. The end.(You can read the rest.)</div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-75763545899813396682008-04-07T14:50:00.000-07:002008-04-22T14:08:06.337-07:00Creating a New SongI am creating a new song to sing for my little band (me and my friends). It's called "my grandmother said to me". I'm not finished with it yet but I soon will be. I started it today during school as writing (it took a long time). I love singing though I've only written one song before called "what friends do". It's been such a long time since I wrote that song. When I did I was seven almost eight. Now I'm eght almost nine (a hole year).Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-21931015176539680472008-03-26T04:14:00.000-07:002008-03-26T04:51:17.890-07:00Dad's New TelescopeMy dad used his new telescope for the first time last friday (a little late in the night). He looked at saturn and its moons (alough he could only see three of them.) and star clusters.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-27224518947235617852008-03-24T14:04:00.000-07:002008-03-24T15:19:03.272-07:00Easter Morning<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181435578247092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUclI9zo5PCZrbKk-t71o0OhyphenhyphenfQ46SrNT-WFr2QsJn-4B1s5MY0z-3NIT1GUS4dbMFO5fwYXJ9cn9Li4Ne56CJewsFfhJjKHZOkgxzPy3uu7ZnGThBIbdcPn36HFn-zcVmbXOpi2oOtog/s320/PICT5253.JPG" width="240" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplXh7fAKCycQJPcABpmIT-_FvT1MN0JvmtTq6NtTDLI_Ihq_V0wpCAHdBTPynNO3kBCLMsXVFaAGUbH8cm6anSzvG9cMOjTuzhqCeGsLLKxZTpyOdwoPeKkZAdxOJdKAE9owDEcYg7vc/s1600-h/PICT5248.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181434298346838770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplXh7fAKCycQJPcABpmIT-_FvT1MN0JvmtTq6NtTDLI_Ihq_V0wpCAHdBTPynNO3kBCLMsXVFaAGUbH8cm6anSzvG9cMOjTuzhqCeGsLLKxZTpyOdwoPeKkZAdxOJdKAE9owDEcYg7vc/s200/PICT5248.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcSRhlE7SgE_eFJ9SIVrfQFN8QthWifp0rrcAXhQBeCf7culQiWkO_l82TjhzOs0GontMrz5vPMtOwzFcuzpeFp_tEgs1aQD44uwOM-EZIxzrULMTfypfKZnviSWSMAafkkQR28VU_7s/s1600-h/PICT5251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181424591720749794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcSRhlE7SgE_eFJ9SIVrfQFN8QthWifp0rrcAXhQBeCf7culQiWkO_l82TjhzOs0GontMrz5vPMtOwzFcuzpeFp_tEgs1aQD44uwOM-EZIxzrULMTfypfKZnviSWSMAafkkQR28VU_7s/s200/PICT5251.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Victoria got woken up on easter morning and waited for every one else (who were alredy awake but she didn't know) to wake up, too. When she realized this she opened her eyes, got dressed, and -when her dad got up-went down stairs for the easter egg hunt (which she loved).</div></div></div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-69923919459416672692008-03-24T09:24:00.000-07:002008-03-24T09:31:19.741-07:00My Baby Brother<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgRpKtynH3MmDcq0Gq96efrnO_BoSjWAHuVFDySds0Ss8ueMLZhmzJasEhDuKRYI_gJ_T_t0N-gZE0gMcZcW-bGVWkNHYQXRIMEtF_FbfSnDMYVCISsZPxHsXLhyphenhyphenAT3D32Vj9DHZVXx8/s1600-h/PICT5183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181346045358840530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgRpKtynH3MmDcq0Gq96efrnO_BoSjWAHuVFDySds0Ss8ueMLZhmzJasEhDuKRYI_gJ_T_t0N-gZE0gMcZcW-bGVWkNHYQXRIMEtF_FbfSnDMYVCISsZPxHsXLhyphenhyphenAT3D32Vj9DHZVXx8/s320/PICT5183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My baby brother was 18 1/2 pounds when he was only two months old. He's probably 21 pounds since he's three months old now. He doesn't fit into his car seat anymore (or his baby seat)!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939801300868145989.post-74131018993816127892008-03-24T08:54:00.000-07:002008-03-24T09:13:09.609-07:00An Eight Year-Old Schools Her Sister<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQ2-VAMwge2RCW1d2_1jvMY1JjKspEBsZiUAde7rNj6N6PaRqHOb-gK4izmEd-hi5Yguc17km2zUUFTHbhahetYo2f9XQ1mrvaHmWrapgedRmuk1IPaI2AfABkagvJy1aSyOTkdqf0WM/s1600-h/PICT5106.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181339267900447426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQ2-VAMwge2RCW1d2_1jvMY1JjKspEBsZiUAde7rNj6N6PaRqHOb-gK4izmEd-hi5Yguc17km2zUUFTHbhahetYo2f9XQ1mrvaHmWrapgedRmuk1IPaI2AfABkagvJy1aSyOTkdqf0WM/s320/PICT5106.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br />An eight year old girl, Elisabeth, schooled her little sister, Victoria, today. Teaching at her house, the subjects she taught were math, reading, writing, memorizing, and spelling. Using the chalk board that the family bought, Elisabeth was able to write information on the board and review it with her little sister.</span>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15175945275829814506noreply@blogger.com2