tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46000333848931438342024-02-06T20:57:14.719-08:00Full of GraceShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-55743115276786453022011-03-25T09:18:00.000-07:002011-03-25T09:18:55.803-07:00My Family Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshdzX4H6-NHep9BI_v5Whwu9qwQiet1GeWXKXEpuqWXDZpYfgKSzC6oO-mBMfQcd4WyeMbRzYM_Ro9df1AQjE6deOwLOFYyiS7OVuXc0AVCAIjyG6kKG7LdDyqo3rO-F1db0tu4CvTH0/s1600/IMG_5200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshdzX4H6-NHep9BI_v5Whwu9qwQiet1GeWXKXEpuqWXDZpYfgKSzC6oO-mBMfQcd4WyeMbRzYM_Ro9df1AQjE6deOwLOFYyiS7OVuXc0AVCAIjyG6kKG7LdDyqo3rO-F1db0tu4CvTH0/s320/IMG_5200.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is me and my family at Crazy Horse. You can't really see it, but it is a super big face. It actually isn't finished yet. I learned that one man made the shape, but the rest was finished by his family. It was awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Devils Tower. We visited it on our way home from Rapid City. To me it looks like a big tree stump. It's a lot bigger in person .</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR347Ft06n9an0CfckDfkpKu0weHfb04KhaY9CasU54j8_nPAgg-ambSMocZXH88WfPUKJ6I6-tpsMx20AyTqwEXi9FmYQOEWp25tZpQ1BXB3Ou12b7Sg5oto1quS3zJjxmXX7pVc9LR8/s1600/IMG_5080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR347Ft06n9an0CfckDfkpKu0weHfb04KhaY9CasU54j8_nPAgg-ambSMocZXH88WfPUKJ6I6-tpsMx20AyTqwEXi9FmYQOEWp25tZpQ1BXB3Ou12b7Sg5oto1quS3zJjxmXX7pVc9LR8/s320/IMG_5080.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now this was totally awesome! I never expected to go to Mount Rushmore. They had cool museums. One thing was where you press a button then push down on a handle and it makes the sound of a dynamite exploding. It was too cool!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycgNNJTg5Rv-cWzpIc_Vdc9tF-7BzaujyYobeUIxPOyGjlsyH15EB2Ys8Z_tofdIfb9QK6DJkt7aLBTcPmqqlm05ndfACYGL8_KoYNZtXCKH-JHQpvGD_7YemuypF2r2hjXHuB8yiQx0/s1600/waterslide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycgNNJTg5Rv-cWzpIc_Vdc9tF-7BzaujyYobeUIxPOyGjlsyH15EB2Ys8Z_tofdIfb9QK6DJkt7aLBTcPmqqlm05ndfACYGL8_KoYNZtXCKH-JHQpvGD_7YemuypF2r2hjXHuB8yiQx0/s320/waterslide.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is tea cup water slide. What you do is you go through a slide into the tea cup, you spin a few times around, and then go through a hole, and then go into the pool. They had a green slide and a yellow slide. It also had a little park for kids. It had a 250 gallon bucket that fills with water. When we first got there I was just standing there and I heard a ring, and I was like, what is that, then a whole bunch of cold water was dumped on my head. It was freezing, but cool. It was the best trip ever!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-87543628407324997672011-02-15T18:39:00.000-08:002011-03-25T09:01:26.442-07:00Brooke, Allison, and Sophia<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-87766308282313351192011-02-10T18:39:00.000-08:002011-02-10T19:05:49.832-08:00Lydia and Allison<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLGse2GWCukAA8iQzz3udusdqw2VhA5FHAvLYvzM2-c12XDS2BFf4_x1GzkzFCs-u4h92bU1fkB9QAGgh05usSv3mSx0xNeIHHPgRY-kisAOTcLpxNb1mpZW-Doo3HJUHyZDucbhOFUU/s1600/IMG_3565.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLGse2GWCukAA8iQzz3udusdqw2VhA5FHAvLYvzM2-c12XDS2BFf4_x1GzkzFCs-u4h92bU1fkB9QAGgh05usSv3mSx0xNeIHHPgRY-kisAOTcLpxNb1mpZW-Doo3HJUHyZDucbhOFUU/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260039302613906" border="0" /></a>Well, she sure look's like Grandpa's girl.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQMv2hrM8WseGGgkPX0aNfsC643eHc-vKAp_AT_CPYb0drB9q_nVdHjX6QWmug-cGsaYG6eCZyqrSyCE-9cygOQIixRp5bcDrgpynTMxY4y7L7Z1rhZYgs2JRDWpUbefpQ6hx7cJL9hE/s1600/IMG_3637.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQMv2hrM8WseGGgkPX0aNfsC643eHc-vKAp_AT_CPYb0drB9q_nVdHjX6QWmug-cGsaYG6eCZyqrSyCE-9cygOQIixRp5bcDrgpynTMxY4y7L7Z1rhZYgs2JRDWpUbefpQ6hx7cJL9hE/s320/IMG_3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260034842872722" border="0" /></a>This is her saying, Grace I'm on the phone.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJJmB1gIQ8uJDrFJbHlHtf8WumDXd3S9B0h1H07uK1hymJ_zWjSbya8_NvwbzDhbqG-pF2yAQC9nr4mnS-IdVObfMEouXWQ_LAtLNZMmmSu5lduDK_MMqJohwFyNyCpqJz6HKhH6mnUs/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJJmB1gIQ8uJDrFJbHlHtf8WumDXd3S9B0h1H07uK1hymJ_zWjSbya8_NvwbzDhbqG-pF2yAQC9nr4mnS-IdVObfMEouXWQ_LAtLNZMmmSu5lduDK_MMqJohwFyNyCpqJz6HKhH6mnUs/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260030782273778" border="0" /></a><br />Rock and roll. Thank you Hollywood.<br /></div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-23548246267344367502011-02-09T18:21:00.000-08:002011-02-09T18:45:04.791-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECZJEnsesu1gUpiMZrX6iv9WVg6KI74_VISldkZIeBzNDfTDh2_gXb5PP1W2KyTyNrPh7OOuTJWmOmW9dhIJU1obY1rk9vLUX5JaN-0OsdzpywIT2p8gpyUjLFEl09ab9WRHSiGZNJc0/s1600/IMG_3605.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECZJEnsesu1gUpiMZrX6iv9WVg6KI74_VISldkZIeBzNDfTDh2_gXb5PP1W2KyTyNrPh7OOuTJWmOmW9dhIJU1obY1rk9vLUX5JaN-0OsdzpywIT2p8gpyUjLFEl09ab9WRHSiGZNJc0/s320/IMG_3605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571884159399986354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She would not let me take a picture of her face for the world, and that's weird because she always wants us to take pictures of her.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrnrh-XtI7WAIO-Wx_78E_vQSCRcw3Jb1DSCtSNhmjEyzjC548GD498-uXYUnPqVqKqkm64aJ8be5sGkkZ3tEVY1iUthD6-ZHJ1ZEuEPUYw-TW6A7I5cFy5sYeGj9FQUrommmnqFFPW8/s1600/IMG_3731.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrnrh-XtI7WAIO-Wx_78E_vQSCRcw3Jb1DSCtSNhmjEyzjC548GD498-uXYUnPqVqKqkm64aJ8be5sGkkZ3tEVY1iUthD6-ZHJ1ZEuEPUYw-TW6A7I5cFy5sYeGj9FQUrommmnqFFPW8/s320/IMG_3731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571883166584029714" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I asked for her to give me a monster look. I guess that's my fault.<br /></div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-35632022558316225022011-02-08T18:38:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:07:18.465-08:00Two Cute Girls<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EuJ6PJEBb6aQTUIp8_h4Utb5k6v_BlqdDMofGiLDvv253wNaH3ybQbvX0-AMZWwz4OgPoDkp6OD8Ln69LxVtsOWJN7L-39kAgYP1gJgwKNMd9d3p-kdvstWRjCTQr5XZWsgXRT8Y9tU/s1600/IMG_3385.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EuJ6PJEBb6aQTUIp8_h4Utb5k6v_BlqdDMofGiLDvv253wNaH3ybQbvX0-AMZWwz4OgPoDkp6OD8Ln69LxVtsOWJN7L-39kAgYP1gJgwKNMd9d3p-kdvstWRjCTQr5XZWsgXRT8Y9tU/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571515906675659778" border="0" /></a><br />Well, Lydia is sure into taking pictures, and I'm not kidding.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELEIyv4SXuVPOQPjASr1ToqsMGs_kcDZY7oGszz6z4wei6KyYQS816_5ImjbHZ09VApzFhSkDGDZQqD_TWsOVEOGGTiLcjJ0VuqasnfKyJOI5trVPgylR-rPPs6wJ9Z8fc5OvNs7tIYE/s1600/IMG_3522.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELEIyv4SXuVPOQPjASr1ToqsMGs_kcDZY7oGszz6z4wei6KyYQS816_5ImjbHZ09VApzFhSkDGDZQqD_TWsOVEOGGTiLcjJ0VuqasnfKyJOI5trVPgylR-rPPs6wJ9Z8fc5OvNs7tIYE/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571515900428411090" border="0" /></a><br />This is the first time Allison stayed outside for more than two minutes. Mom was out so that probably is the reason she stayed out so long.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bp59j7MF3EqtHC2vbrpUdrQW-PCvRME6CdUkPd3cj_e132TBxMohyfpx2SHsgVVjSnYiHF-EblZWiiYlEWPrTJRI6GOqopY2_OEPpLZWJy_vtkzqdAzQhSXgQRET9R2YjvoPsnxDE6s/s1600/IMG_3508.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bp59j7MF3EqtHC2vbrpUdrQW-PCvRME6CdUkPd3cj_e132TBxMohyfpx2SHsgVVjSnYiHF-EblZWiiYlEWPrTJRI6GOqopY2_OEPpLZWJy_vtkzqdAzQhSXgQRET9R2YjvoPsnxDE6s/s320/IMG_3508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571515896833008178" border="0" /></a><br />Oops! That was not part of the plan. Well, at least she didn't cry.<br /></div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-45551220635582569452010-11-09T15:23:00.000-08:002010-11-09T16:02:40.205-08:00My Dad's Deer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYqnwHh4Vq9QrYhXJeGp_Vl3Ma-kxY5qCfbUykFHa-sVqewtZ0LNHpNJV7J3uvrt6qKmyH0XaP4Sx82DTXc-I_4OYH4Ivkdomhk02ZBRvwelquCylUMkDnxVdVKSkndeFGQ3wRTfDTRM/s1600/CIMG4799.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYqnwHh4Vq9QrYhXJeGp_Vl3Ma-kxY5qCfbUykFHa-sVqewtZ0LNHpNJV7J3uvrt6qKmyH0XaP4Sx82DTXc-I_4OYH4Ivkdomhk02ZBRvwelquCylUMkDnxVdVKSkndeFGQ3wRTfDTRM/s400/CIMG4799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537695518590499778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hi , it's me again, and I want to share this picture with you! I love when my dad goes hunting, and when he gets a deer. He enjoys it, too. When he came home I was so excited! I went out to see it and I was amazed. The next day we went to the shop and watched him skin it. It was kind of gross. He cut off the good meat and cooked it. We had it for supper. It was so good. Everybody liked it. We also had it for lunch one day. It was the best meat I've ever tasted. That's the story of the time my dad shot a deer!<br /></div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600033384893143834.post-55402257421802021952010-10-27T19:23:00.000-07:002010-11-09T15:48:54.651-08:00Welcome To My Blog!<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEU5VcZUL52qVkCsgaWWWt7KpsVW7fiFjnjVe0rA_K-f2K4wnsFk1Dpe0yITcLhKQWUtlMh49UfbmSQuYnq8YDjXe50XKcSOvqyPvkyKKHt4OqqwkQs9cN-lwSxQR3SJzKK_ThnM85GUo/s1600/DSCI0301.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEU5VcZUL52qVkCsgaWWWt7KpsVW7fiFjnjVe0rA_K-f2K4wnsFk1Dpe0yITcLhKQWUtlMh49UfbmSQuYnq8YDjXe50XKcSOvqyPvkyKKHt4OqqwkQs9cN-lwSxQR3SJzKK_ThnM85GUo/s400/DSCI0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532917838342819442" border="0" /></a>Hi, my name is Grace Paulson. I am 10 years old and I have five sisters and no brothers. I live in the country with a lot of hills. Some of my favorite things to do are go hiking and play outside. I'm home schooled . I went outside to play in the snow today and I slipped a hundred times. Well, it felt like a hundred times. We had a lot of fun outside. When we came in I wanted to go to the store and get hot chocolate. Well, that's my first blog. I hope you like it.<br /></div>ShellyKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15089886022881824802noreply@blogger.com0