tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81611055170866260122024-03-18T20:32:44.022-07:00Leah's ThoughtsMary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-75323156847807664862017-03-09T17:23:00.001-08:002017-03-09T17:23:27.452-08:00Blog UpdateWelcome back to Leah's Thoughts. it has been two years and I havent posted any blogs. Most of the time I 'll be posting fiction storys if they aren't fiction next to the title there will a NF mark which stands for nonfiction. If the post is fiction there will be a F mark which stands for fiction. If the post isn't fiction nor nonfiction there will be a SF mark which stands for science fiction. If the post it will have a BU mark which stands for blog update. Hope you enjoy reading bye.Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-14055446271625734352016-03-18T14:31:00.001-07:002016-03-18T14:31:55.828-07:00The truse of soccer⚽️⚽️⚽️⚽️Whos better at soccer boys🚶 or girls💪?GIRLS obviously. Today Aubree and i scored on the boys! Daniel and Max scored NOTHING!!!!!!👧👧👧👧👧👍👍👍👦👦👦👎👎👎👎👎👎 thats the truse report from All Against the Boys see ya.Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-39774295285000558412015-12-06T06:38:00.001-08:002015-12-06T06:38:26.385-08:00Saturday Yesterday i went to dance we did assemble. After dance i went to cherry hill skating rink for my friends birthday! I played arcade games and used roller blades!!! At three o'clock i went to the mall with miss Cara and miss Ali. First we went to clairs it was by three get three free so i got six things finger flashlights, a plush penguin, a lip balm, one ziper bracelet, a slap bracelet, and a new phone case wich i'm using right now! After clairs we went to the food court i got a hot dog. I cant wait to have another Saturday like this!!!!!!Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-36102684728088256012015-07-02T14:29:00.001-07:002015-07-02T14:29:21.569-07:00Going to the beach On Saturday I am going to the beach! Nonna, John,and I are going to do beach walks super early in the morning. Today is July 2nd I packed my bag on Monday. But my family haven't even started packing yet. Which means that when they are packing I get time to myself. Tomorrow I'm going to Nonna 's house to help her pack up all the food for the beach.<div><br></div><div> My dads friend Jack will help take care of my dogs Humphrey,Cassie and Bo for the week while my family and I are at the beach. Jack will feed the dogs and play with them. I will miss them.</div><div><br></div><div> On July sixth my dad and I are going to the arcade! The arcade is on the board walk. I can't wait to play skee ball and wack a mole. For each of the games I get tickets. At the end i can trade my tickets in for a cool toy. The arcade will be so much fun.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> I'm also excited about the rides at the beach. Since the Sea Isles rides closed because of the damage from hurricane Sandy. So we are going to go to ocean city's rides because it's the closest place were there are rides.</div><div><br></div><div> After I get all my shells well go back to the beach house and paint the shells. I'm bringing the paint and brushes. At Joann fabrics I picked out four sets of paint three solid colors and one glittar paint. I can't wait to paint all my shells!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Here I come beach!</div><div> </div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-8952071635091087802015-05-30T18:09:00.001-07:002015-05-30T18:12:23.413-07:00How to build a castle<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDRank_xHKgj9qxex3_swC3mmBaYJxG8_q3PKCjc7Wu2nfsi_4jxgFVYLm0lPONh3AIZIU2Jf4NDkUeZhMYE2ElSe2olddr2D_ss75FQOLuXhBvwYoMJzw-GMozsJ3NrAED43pZ41VDlk/s640/blogger-image--2114540339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDRank_xHKgj9qxex3_swC3mmBaYJxG8_q3PKCjc7Wu2nfsi_4jxgFVYLm0lPONh3AIZIU2Jf4NDkUeZhMYE2ElSe2olddr2D_ss75FQOLuXhBvwYoMJzw-GMozsJ3NrAED43pZ41VDlk/s640/blogger-image--2114540339.jpg"></a></div>First, get 4 big and 2 small tunle like blocks. Next, get 4 semi circle blocks, 4 curved blocks, 2 triangles blocks, 5 small 3 big sqares, a slanted triangle block, 4 small 2 big silanders, 2 small rectangles, and 2 big rectangles. Finally, put all those blocks together and make a castle.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7x51yCN6zL3VFbMPaNhjQ5M4qq9__ccQfymMhjffMYNdAQKSVNm7ooXi7vrKLmRWvJLVfsvvXLEW-0M7f8w5mFF3WF1hHD2AzZN7fAoORR_F-XMPMn0mYYoySNretdHgDNgE6bYImaiv2/s640/blogger-image-1838275556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7x51yCN6zL3VFbMPaNhjQ5M4qq9__ccQfymMhjffMYNdAQKSVNm7ooXi7vrKLmRWvJLVfsvvXLEW-0M7f8w5mFF3WF1hHD2AzZN7fAoORR_F-XMPMn0mYYoySNretdHgDNgE6bYImaiv2/s640/blogger-image-1838275556.jpg"></a></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-4251417279448371042015-04-10T18:24:00.005-07:002015-06-26T05:11:09.025-07:00Otus the Octopus
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an octopus named Otus. Otus had a friend named Crat the crab. After school Crat
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were two different weights so the SEAsaw didn’t work. Instead, they went on the
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Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-47457865913976625382015-03-03T17:49:00.001-08:002015-03-03T17:49:45.015-08:00Pigeons get marriedOne day Indy met a man named Richard. They decided to be engaged. After a month they planed their wedding. They invited the Pigeon and the Duckling . After they kissed on the beaks they danced and ate cake. The Pigeon and the Duckling left and the couple called it a night.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavQFWO9JeAeIp8zKOsYqDOLybQ5BOKmlXm_fW_7QwU1lAnaRYooaEPLzHII9aK1nd_Dr8MnDS9KxwLlJhfTzCjcFKUCNrqNV7iwFgGMdMoX_O-GRfqIX4RHZYGiGSqH7AlHMuYi6aPtQM/s640/blogger-image-294905529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavQFWO9JeAeIp8zKOsYqDOLybQ5BOKmlXm_fW_7QwU1lAnaRYooaEPLzHII9aK1nd_Dr8MnDS9KxwLlJhfTzCjcFKUCNrqNV7iwFgGMdMoX_O-GRfqIX4RHZYGiGSqH7AlHMuYi6aPtQM/s640/blogger-image-294905529.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-33672521520725989502015-01-05T17:59:00.001-08:002015-05-30T18:14:25.006-07:00uninvited guestsIt was a Sunday morning in the Mattsvil family. And there was a nock there where uninvited guests. The dad in the Mattsvil family opened the door and there was a man who was named Harris Burdick and he was holding a big box of Christmas presents for Judy and Eric the Mattsvil kids. It was from their aunt Julie and by the way it was just the mailman.judy and Eric opened the presidents Eric got the Simon swipe game . Judy got a new book. It was an awesome day.😃!!Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-31621740173247861842014-11-09T17:55:00.001-08:002014-11-09T17:55:41.117-08:00Dog stockingsToday I made stockings for my dogs . First we got fabrics for three stockings. Then we trased an stenstil next we sewed two pieces together. Third we made the lineing. After that we made the names. Fifth I sewed the cuffs together. Finally we sewed all that together and ironed it down. The very last thing we did was put our initials down!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWbijuXVyLoJNdUgDuqxTF210tCfD4aoDzP_nAnMr2oaLQPnx6W0-IuKLN8Je5GO3_a-s_4jjH3ftQDw9_Xpdrfh5zgQ2yicEFJyiGQV_QHd_hrk_2wsg86X0oFEIxwp4mx758ET8Y8q2/s640/blogger-image--1482140339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWbijuXVyLoJNdUgDuqxTF210tCfD4aoDzP_nAnMr2oaLQPnx6W0-IuKLN8Je5GO3_a-s_4jjH3ftQDw9_Xpdrfh5zgQ2yicEFJyiGQV_QHd_hrk_2wsg86X0oFEIxwp4mx758ET8Y8q2/s640/blogger-image--1482140339.jpg"></a></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-45582312400889135532014-09-08T17:42:00.001-07:002014-11-09T18:32:36.841-08:00Dog in schoolOnce a dog came in my school.First he went to the principal. The <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Principal jumped on her desk she was so scared. Later the dog went to the art room ? I don't know what she was doing she knocked over all the paints,brushes,and all the other art supplies . Then she went to the music room played the tuba spit gum in the tuba later a kid came in played the tuba the gum spattered out on mr.matts face he yelled and yelled . Finally a lady kicked him out. </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He landed down his chimney and landed on his owner</span></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-54116087765621100142014-09-04T18:51:00.001-07:002014-11-09T18:03:49.746-08:00My first day of second gradeIt was my first day of second grade. First I unpacked my supplies. Next, I had Spanish class (espanol class). We learned how to say me llamo and our names. Then we reviewed counting to ten in Spanish. Then we learned to count to 20. Before Spanish we had snack. It was the morning. Then we played a name game. We had to describe ourselves and say our names. I said lighthearted Leah. It was a great day. <div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-46312078257378922052014-09-04T14:05:00.001-07:002014-09-04T14:05:51.494-07:00Monkeys on the run<div> </div><div>Once a zookeeper saw the monkey's cage was open. A monkey ran out then the others ran out. The monkeys said yay! I'm so excited I'm FREE!<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">They went to the lion. The zookeeper chased them.🙈🙉🙊🙀.The lion said o my. Then the lion ran out then the zookeeper said ot ou. The lion chased the monkeys. He growled at the monkeys. They got scared and they ran back to the cage. They were so excited until the lion started running after them and growling. The lion ran into the cage and tried to bite the monkeys tails. The zookeeper said o no! So the monkeys ran faster and faster and faster. Then they saw a vine and they swung and swung. The lion tried to bite the monkeys tails again. And then the zookeeper told him LION! COME HERE RIGHT NOW! So he did and he went into his own cage. The monkeys felt great to be home. </span></div><div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-45342699587798976422014-08-10T18:36:00.001-07:002014-08-10T18:38:51.583-07:00Meet CassieCassie is a black lab. She is a puppy. Cassie is12 weeks old. Cassie likes sticks and toys. She snuggles with me.<div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1g4kPyFK5TQpkg_S5wsFAwhmM4Miodr4_4ssld5npNKLLN54JG6SJD8tzPLCfDiJCyHRgej3vkNfUMEe0x673qgdmZROXWQ3Hq4_xBTXOzoL4jCFtjthZvlYfM08vYXWt3u1H5e-PXE6y/s640/blogger-image-1624024415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1g4kPyFK5TQpkg_S5wsFAwhmM4Miodr4_4ssld5npNKLLN54JG6SJD8tzPLCfDiJCyHRgej3vkNfUMEe0x673qgdmZROXWQ3Hq4_xBTXOzoL4jCFtjthZvlYfM08vYXWt3u1H5e-PXE6y/s640/blogger-image-1624024415.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div> I feed Cassie all her food. I wake up erly in the morning for her. I also bring her outside to do potty.</div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdaERmxJfcRQp2xV7DqnkrehyOGe_yksnrRSS97c24Yon9cXjU8K1zcHOavZYguC8R9jx11tXlApW0mGP7kSWmJfFggjFjf1UwfuMZQ0SRmx5C_f8vZINCFZQcc7tBTGBlzd9llfRILBUX/s640/blogger-image--1547551409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdaERmxJfcRQp2xV7DqnkrehyOGe_yksnrRSS97c24Yon9cXjU8K1zcHOavZYguC8R9jx11tXlApW0mGP7kSWmJfFggjFjf1UwfuMZQ0SRmx5C_f8vZINCFZQcc7tBTGBlzd9llfRILBUX/s640/blogger-image--1547551409.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-34713365317022825702014-07-24T10:48:00.001-07:002014-07-24T10:50:45.329-07:00Pastina for LunchToday I made pasta for lunch. It was itty bitty pasta called pastina. First, I put water in the pot. Second, I put it on the stove and mommy turned it on. Next I waited for it to boil. Mommy kept saying, "Mommom always said a watched pot never boils!" Once it boiled I poured the pasta in and I stirred it. Gloria was not happy because she wasn't allowed to stir the pot because it was hot. Next we drained the pasta. Mommy helped me with that part. Then I cut some butter and put it in the pot. Next I stirred the butter in the pasta and it melted right away. Finally I served it in the bowls. <div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJtlAXhpPsgzafKr4RZzO_5w-sUeKSmVY9nzLyM0O3LfdZUT9fYbY7ytCAYyyB5zUAWvW7aeLtEjGTV6V_Q0THI8rMA80SpUqRtrxkA786eKXuwWsQnrZ3DGn9HMyHpuYTirerq7y5lrC/s640/blogger-image-1027250810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJtlAXhpPsgzafKr4RZzO_5w-sUeKSmVY9nzLyM0O3LfdZUT9fYbY7ytCAYyyB5zUAWvW7aeLtEjGTV6V_Q0THI8rMA80SpUqRtrxkA786eKXuwWsQnrZ3DGn9HMyHpuYTirerq7y5lrC/s640/blogger-image-1027250810.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div>We ate it with cheese at the coffee table in the family room. Mommy told me that Nonna and Mommom used to make pastina for her. Gloria kept saying, "Mmmmm!" She also said,"Delicious," and "Yummy, yummy, yummy!"<div>When Gloria went to bed for her nap we wrote about the pasta.</div></div></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-61236116760453877542014-07-24T08:16:00.001-07:002014-07-24T09:31:57.388-07:00Gloria I love Gloria. This is a picture of Gloria when she was born.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQS05Lx-wyLa6A7GXiRtt7__cHHZQ1UtJXYma7SK5lotgd5bSAivt8UsDJIBsFAhZyid_wpNmUz40H0B_kaLJfbseP_OPnBDeuU4ybNBJDeoKN_MeeQoGggvoVS3umvWTXkVCba4fE8Zpd/s640/blogger-image-1900898321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQS05Lx-wyLa6A7GXiRtt7__cHHZQ1UtJXYma7SK5lotgd5bSAivt8UsDJIBsFAhZyid_wpNmUz40H0B_kaLJfbseP_OPnBDeuU4ybNBJDeoKN_MeeQoGggvoVS3umvWTXkVCba4fE8Zpd/s640/blogger-image-1900898321.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>👭💛 she is so cute Gloria's so big now she goes on the potty.! Gloria's favorite color is yellow. Gloria loves sudsy. Gloria loves swimming with me. Gloria likes dress up.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjqrfgCS1FzalnkMT0k63F8_O31GaLLxA1Ekgc6GfWZwJdicU49hF9CdYX6P2DuXcYTwD5M_zOK9dGyT5QawEbSXssm5yvJ6OjL24x70XqER73xcEsHF-y2TAJE9x5VWqosxJAgJE5TxB/s640/blogger-image--164179654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjqrfgCS1FzalnkMT0k63F8_O31GaLLxA1Ekgc6GfWZwJdicU49hF9CdYX6P2DuXcYTwD5M_zOK9dGyT5QawEbSXssm5yvJ6OjL24x70XqER73xcEsHF-y2TAJE9x5VWqosxJAgJE5TxB/s640/blogger-image--164179654.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div> Gloria loves me. I love Gloria too. Gloria talks so much.</div><div><br></div><div> </div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-17212279690760473702014-07-18T18:33:00.001-07:002014-07-18T18:40:46.017-07:00My Dog HumphreyHumphrey's sitting with me. I love Humphrey because he snuggles me. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCydw5YZJGjiwlQFxOMtAEDQuGVyk5KjEL0LxFJmyFzPkp4R0cFEG1IfQ4TuND-Od6bygA29FivFt6NFnEuo81DIPAY-pqhDLr2bGTZWgGZaS2EYYRsC49Y4QN_-fZnJIcxDOIr5ZGPpFM/s640/blogger-image--1133262765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCydw5YZJGjiwlQFxOMtAEDQuGVyk5KjEL0LxFJmyFzPkp4R0cFEG1IfQ4TuND-Od6bygA29FivFt6NFnEuo81DIPAY-pqhDLr2bGTZWgGZaS2EYYRsC49Y4QN_-fZnJIcxDOIr5ZGPpFM/s640/blogger-image--1133262765.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I love Humphrey. Humphrey lets me put fancy things on him.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNsCzNoW2T4u55xq7BXSRKZvUkad1kp1e3TbJbai8-mDZLWWwmmcVJ7McT1n7Ck9ZEESEUO7iSNEqIi7QchN6NBZhFl_LmNvZWaQbbLu25QS1VpIOea6PKhd4wWE9GwNfFz0Ku9ee7t2x/s640/blogger-image--1999197258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNsCzNoW2T4u55xq7BXSRKZvUkad1kp1e3TbJbai8-mDZLWWwmmcVJ7McT1n7Ck9ZEESEUO7iSNEqIi7QchN6NBZhFl_LmNvZWaQbbLu25QS1VpIOea6PKhd4wWE9GwNfFz0Ku9ee7t2x/s640/blogger-image--1999197258.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIcR0eIwK9goi_1XSyDuIVTQMMpC2vc1kKQsCOKbp4cBElLhN5-Y_rQJ9RUz8BTWWZ9X9XmiRlS8jHZt_EHmX8hbtrSDW_afBC7qS4zizUaVtdfF4wk4oIaz1nopi2Bk72UigfQQiMied/s640/blogger-image-703725297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIcR0eIwK9goi_1XSyDuIVTQMMpC2vc1kKQsCOKbp4cBElLhN5-Y_rQJ9RUz8BTWWZ9X9XmiRlS8jHZt_EHmX8hbtrSDW_afBC7qS4zizUaVtdfF4wk4oIaz1nopi2Bk72UigfQQiMied/s640/blogger-image-703725297.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Humphrey is a golden retriever he is14 years old. Humphrey is very old in dog years.💛 I like Humphrey because he doesn't run around as much as he used to. Humphrey has a hard time hearing sometimes. </div><div><br></div><div>Humphrey lets me sit on him. </div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVra87aZUCqXLJ6BN1LaA0gsm11x1IO6FhsPtfWIrHo0Orkrrz_L9ytG7HdHtE9Q9IoBCIsU33xequ4J45gKtcIDS1hVsLH3FG3MpcPzWmHehxJaqp4j-6krV-1DQHFZCylnbP7AIBls6/s640/blogger-image--585998355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVra87aZUCqXLJ6BN1LaA0gsm11x1IO6FhsPtfWIrHo0Orkrrz_L9ytG7HdHtE9Q9IoBCIsU33xequ4J45gKtcIDS1hVsLH3FG3MpcPzWmHehxJaqp4j-6krV-1DQHFZCylnbP7AIBls6/s640/blogger-image--585998355.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Humphrey is the best!!</div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161105517086626012.post-47420506661485463322014-07-18T08:56:00.001-07:002014-11-10T19:05:28.442-08:00New York One day i went to new york. I was with nonna margaret re and mommy.<div><br></div><div>Then i saw pippin. They juggled and sang. Nonna got me a book.</div><div><br></div><div>Gloria did not come because shes not old enofe. Aunt re got me a shirt . I liked every thing.after pippin we ate dinner then my mom and Margaret went to another show .Re and Nonna stayed with me when mommy and Margaret came back we were very tired. Finally we went to bed.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Mary Jo Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937516202044864152noreply@blogger.com0