tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64751472950445144572011-04-21T14:30:04.154-07:00Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-81396556709862035892008-12-21T17:41:00.000-08:002008-12-21T18:09:03.862-08:00last Sunday i had substitute at Sunday school and he was nice and he was black but i don't care <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">caus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everbody</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">loveing</span> and so i am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tiring</span> to be like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jesus</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-8139655670986203589?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-75650992100879820972008-12-08T18:46:00.000-08:002008-12-08T18:52:09.332-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/ST3csTLNYOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oc-4WujPO8A/s1600-h/CRW_1828.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277616991967731938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/ST3csTLNYOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oc-4WujPO8A/s320/CRW_1828.jpg" border="0" /></a> This day we got to have family pictures. There was a huge house. And it was a little bit scary. But I got it I'm okay. So you know how this picture I am kissing my Mom on the cheek cause I love her of course. So since I love her she loves me. And so that is how my story goes. The End<br /><br /><br /> By Blythe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-7565099210087982097?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-79400755580724821922008-09-08T19:39:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:45:16.909-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/SMXiJOooMQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7MV2RxXBU0s/s1600-h/tooth+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243845989318013186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/SMXiJOooMQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7MV2RxXBU0s/s320/tooth+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/SMXiJcOUdzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CmIgaBAvT3I/s1600-h/tooth+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243845992965764914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/SMXiJcOUdzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CmIgaBAvT3I/s320/tooth+021.jpg" border="0" /></a>First I had my two front teeth until they got loose. Then my Dad wanted to pull them out. So I said to him that he could last night. Of course he did and I didn't even cry. That is why I am so brave. Now everyone says I look cute. So then when I went to church I got up and then I went in the other room where my Dad was in. And then it all happened. He pulled out my other tooth, and I got $5 for it. Isn't that awesome? I know. It's cool huh? I just wnated to do it. Now I have $6 in my savings. Now my Mom takes pictures of me. Cause she thinks I'm so cute. So that's the end of my tooth story.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-7940075558072482192?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-13962870697286534512008-04-01T09:33:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:42:38.641-07:00I loove watching t.v And i gite In Trouble so I just hang out<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-1396287069728653451?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-60790755016124638012008-03-04T07:56:00.000-08:002008-03-04T08:17:07.427-08:00on Christmas we got a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ps</span>2 and it is popular and we wear popular so we got a dog and it was fine but we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wait</span> to do with it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-6079075501612463801?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475147295044514457.post-9805438238513451662008-03-03T18:58:00.000-08:002008-03-03T19:19:43.455-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/R8y_ku95ATI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0VZg7IVbUZs/s1600-h/tuckershair+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173720709745672498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wy-6ZTkONkI/R8y_ku95ATI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0VZg7IVbUZs/s320/tuckershair+058.jpg" border="0" /></a> once when i was a baby my mom use to dress me up in dresses and use to put bows in my hair and used to show me off and they used to say that she's so cute. but she said nope she's mine .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475147295044514457-980543823851345166?l=blythebutler.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570024698288343933noreply@blogger.com7