<?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-15056188</id><updated>2011-11-27T06:21:25.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Art Lad</title><subtitle type='html'>The art blog of a boy named Thomas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-3399602854172223380</id><published>2011-02-20T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T06:50:24.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book art</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;It's Art lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have a piece of art to show. I drew it as a kind of sketch for the novel I'm writing, it is taken from chapter 7. It depicts on of the main characters taking care of a robot who is the enemy. I'm not that much farther in writing now, I'm only on chapter 14 and there are 23 chapters I'm going to write. Anyway, here's the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYN92Aj7bag/TWlwMawcVTI/AAAAAAAAACg/2NV5iYqSkFQ/s1600/sc0023.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYN92Aj7bag/TWlwMawcVTI/AAAAAAAAACg/2NV5iYqSkFQ/s320/sc0023.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578112972118316338" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today blaze got a bath, by yours truly. He did not like getting a bath. anyway see you later! and I'll have more art up soon&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;Art Lad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-3399602854172223380?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/3399602854172223380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=3399602854172223380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/3399602854172223380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/3399602854172223380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-its-art-lad.html' title='Book art'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYN92Aj7bag/TWlwMawcVTI/AAAAAAAAACg/2NV5iYqSkFQ/s72-c/sc0023.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-7479166332462713693</id><published>2011-02-17T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:21:41.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello! it's me artlad. I'm Twelve!, i know i haven't been on in forever but I have got some new artwork and lots of other things. I haven't posted anything because i just moved, twice! and before i moved i was getting into third and fourth grade, so wow! A lot has happened in a couple of years, so I'll try and describe it in a few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i started making things called stop motions, it's were you take a bunch of pictures and then edit them together. It really cool watching. This brings me into my second thing. I have an alternate blog i created for movies and stuff. I have a few posts up so here is a link, below&lt;br /&gt;You can go and see it here at &lt;a href="http://artladtheater.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, i haven;t been drawing as much as usual, this is because i got into writing. I still draw things but not as frequently. I do have some things to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I started Middle school this year so i have been getting bucketfuls of homework so I've been much busier than usual. But the good thing is I've finally got the hang of managing it so I only have about an hour of homework a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, I still draw so this means i'll still be posting things, but they may be different than usual. Like today, i drew a Halo Reach picture, it's a game i got about a month ago, it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, Brownie, E-claire, and Blaze have changed a lot. Here they all are. See if you can figure out who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-47BnJqjGM/TWA2gnUvW4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8A5yhH1wOyQ/s1600/DSCN1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-47BnJqjGM/TWA2gnUvW4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8A5yhH1wOyQ/s320/DSCN1976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575516272624360322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhEaYzfz3A/TWA3D3ElIpI/AAAAAAAAACA/sBIR7ZKkkp8/s1600/DSCN1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhEaYzfz3A/TWA3D3ElIpI/AAAAAAAAACA/sBIR7ZKkkp8/s320/DSCN1977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575516878146970258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvEX5OO78oI/TWA3saStbnI/AAAAAAAAACI/zsypUowEOmc/s1600/DSCN0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvEX5OO78oI/TWA3saStbnI/AAAAAAAAACI/zsypUowEOmc/s320/DSCN0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575517574796242546" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all i really have to say. Remember to check out the other blog, It's called Art Lad theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, my cousins are here! &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artlad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-7479166332462713693?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/7479166332462713693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=7479166332462713693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/7479166332462713693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/7479166332462713693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-47BnJqjGM/TWA2gnUvW4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8A5yhH1wOyQ/s72-c/DSCN1976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-210759775579701343</id><published>2010-02-11T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:32:51.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Motion Videos!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a long homework story over at &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2010/02/special-guest-star-me-art-lad.html"&gt;Dad's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still draw and take pictures but the thing I like to do best now is stop-motion animation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like 100 clone troopers and Justice League guys and I do stories with them on Dad’s old camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard work because you have to take really short shots, then move the guys a little, then shoot again. And THEN when you’re all done with that you have to edit them on the computer so it looks like they’re moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to learn how to add in special effects like in real movies and just figured out how to do lazer blasts and music. I put them up on Youtube so you can see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G751voaZWoo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G751voaZWoo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped my sister do one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUHTOixaYao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUHTOixaYao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as good as the other videos because they look really good. I just need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-210759775579701343?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/210759775579701343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=210759775579701343' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/210759775579701343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/210759775579701343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-motion-videos.html' title='Stop Motion Videos!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-8651373025088475544</id><published>2008-11-21T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:51:54.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>WHO is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/3046657329/" title="IMGP0322 by artlad, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/3046657329_4589732881.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMGP0322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it BE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/3046652095/" title="IMGP0305 by artlad, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/3046652095_e1a5963298.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's me, Art Lad! I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/3047490300/" title="IMGP0310 by artlad, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3047490300_2e3210b976.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't done anything a while, but I've got a lot of new artwork to put up, so prepare for the return of Art Lad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, a catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It's been a long time and since my last entry, my Mom had a baby girl named The Éclair (well, her real name is Elizabeth but we have to give her a cool secret identity for online). Know why she is called that? Because she is really sweet, but really gooey and messy. She has really grown since then. Her first word at two weeks was "hooray." Her first trip was at 11 days of age because my Papa and Grandma got in a terrible car accident and died at the same time. I am still very sad about it, even though it seems like a long time ago. Everyone else in my family is all safe and good and I will be featuring things about them, like pictures and stories I've made up about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed a lot too. I'm now 57 inches tall, and I'm ten years old (I added a lot of stuff to my profile update) and in the 4th grade so I am old enough to write my own blogs, but &lt;a href="http://www.masthead.blogspot.com"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; willstill check my spelling and punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got moved around in the house. If I didn't tell you already, I got a loft bed a little before Eclair was born and my other sister, the Brownie, she got the old guest room and she got a new bed. It's the softest bed in the house. The new guest room is down in the basement, near my new headquarters. It is called......the ART CAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Art Cave is the coolest. It's really just the basement, but still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hang my art up for display or to let dry if it's paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/3046656013/" title="IMGP0313 by artlad, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3046656013_430a245366.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what this is that I'm working on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/3046658385/" title="IMGP0328 by artlad, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3046658385_62d0346276.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMGP0328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Deinonychus baby. To give it scale I will draw in a big nose of a mother sniffing it. Dino mommies could chomp babies up if she wanted, and sometimes dinosaurs had to fall back to cannibalism when times were tough and food was scarce. Know how they know that? Because they found fossilized baby skeletons inside the rib cages of fossilized adults, so that means they got in there by being swallowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says when I was little, I was so cute she could have just eaten me up. And when I got older and started giving her trouble, she sometimes wished she had. I don't think that is what happened with the dinosaur babies, but it was a really long time ago and you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now here is a video of me in the Art Cave, talking about my picture. I just uploaded it to Youtube and it took a while but by the time you see this, it should be ready to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0C8H1WsoHMI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0C8H1WsoHMI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of bad and needs editing, but I just wanted to do a quick video to show you what things will be like around here from now on. It will be art but it will be more. It will be a multimedia gallery! That's like when they have TVs stuck in the walls along with things you can touch along with zappy light shows all alongside regular paintings. I have an opinion that it will be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more soon. I want to put up something new before we go away for Thanksgiving, but I'm not sure I can. But I still wanted to say HI to everyone who kept coming here and emailing Dad and asking "When is Art Lad coming back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Art Lad (Thomas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-8651373025088475544?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/8651373025088475544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=8651373025088475544' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/8651373025088475544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/8651373025088475544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/3046657329_4589732881_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-117646572100956458</id><published>2007-04-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:02:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck for Abby</title><content type='html'>Abby is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up to feed her and she was floating at the bottom with her head straight down and not moving. She looked really dark too and she is normally bright orange so that means she was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and told Dad right away. It was 5:02 in the morning. Dad was really upset. He laid there with his eyes closed and moved his mouth but no words came out. He said he was praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Abby for my &lt;a href="http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt; so she didn't live very long. I think maybe she was sick. Her tank was dirty an awful lot. Dad was always cleaning it. He just cleaned it three days ago. That's what he kept saying this morning. I should have helped clean it more. I feel bad. Now she will never meet my new sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/457567766/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/246/457567766_71a59bf5da.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_3903" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Abby out by myself. Mom made a noise when I didn't use the net to get her but I wanted to hold her in my arms. But she was too small so I just held her in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped her in a burial paper towel and carried her to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/457567768/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/457567768_71f905d785.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="100_3904" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called it a burial at sea. He needs to take the trash out too. I just noticed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/457567788/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/457567788_6a5820b9e7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_3906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a prayer even though my religion teacher says pets don't have souls. She is not very nice for a religion teacher. Abby had a soul. She was always happy to see me. Now she can swim in blue fish heaven and her tank will never have to be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/457567790/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/457567790_ae6214fc5c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_3908" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/457568210/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/457568210_c5bbe1c482.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_3910" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I just thought: Today is Friday the 13th. It really is bad luck day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-117646572100956458?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/117646572100956458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=117646572100956458' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117646572100956458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117646572100956458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-luck-for-abby.html' title='Bad luck for Abby'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/246/457567766_71a59bf5da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-117617821304591002</id><published>2007-04-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:14:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Egg</title><content type='html'>Hi! This is Art Lad and I am writing my own blog now for today. I can type really good now and told Dad I can do it myself but he will still help me with spelling and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of news going on here. WE ARE HAVING A NEW BABY SISTER! We found out one dinner when we were having movie night on Friday a lot of weeks ago. That was when Mom only had a little bubble belly. NOW IT IS HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! You almost can't see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/453206522/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/453206522_d2daac54fd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="annamom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I can remember having a baby. The first time was when my little sister came along. I was 2 and a half but I remember some of it. I remember getting a new room where I could have all my trains out and Dad helped me paint it. My sister got my old room but I didn't mind because it smelled like the attic and the floor was small and cold. I remember going to the hospital and Mom was all tired looking, but she was happy too. My sister was all tiny and angry then but she got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new one is going to be another girl also. I'm happy because a little brother would break all my stuff. A little sister probably won't even care about my super guys and my fish Abby and my colored pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is supposed to come in May but I bet she will come early because Mom has early babies. I was two weeks early and my sister was three weeks early. If my new sister is 3 weeks early that means she will come next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Easter on Sunday and that was a lot of fun. We colored eggs. I love coloring eggs. You can make new colors that no one ever saw before. I like to dip my whole hand in the colors but my sister uses a dipper. My way is messy but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/453206546/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/453206546_9871c91414.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="artladegg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to my friend's house. They have a big back yard and we had an Easter Egg hunt there. I found 27 eggs with different things in them like candy and money and a compass ring to find my way home if I get lost. Me and my friends ran around like nutsos, but Mom couldn't run because the baby has got so big. She let me have the camera to take pictures. So I took one of Mom. It made me think of my egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look like a big Easter egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/453206560/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/453206560_7aab4d2557_b.jpg" width="768" height="1024" alt="preg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-117617821304591002?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/117617821304591002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=117617821304591002' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117617821304591002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117617821304591002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-egg.html' title='Baby Egg'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/453206522_d2daac54fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-117016763373491951</id><published>2007-01-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:33:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is White?</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/374470992/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/106/374470992_eb5e06c117.jpg" width="500" height="324" alt="snowm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy time in 2006. I like 2007 so far but it has been cold. We got a lot of snow and me and my friends made some snowmen. Here is a picture of one. I am on the end. My sister is in the pink jacket but you can't see her face because she is so hairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school we read a book where one of the characters asked his grandfather, "What is blue?" and got a neat answer. So our teacher asked us to write a poem about a color like that. Since it is snowy now, I picked white. It doesn't rhyme but it can still be a poem because it makes you have feelings. Here it is. Dad fixed the spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is White?&lt;br /&gt;By Art Lad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White is like the moon glistening in the summer night breeze.&lt;br /&gt;White feels like a baseball getting caught in the warm spring air.&lt;br /&gt;White tastes like gentle spring air blowing in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White looks like snowflakes falling on a wintry night.&lt;br /&gt;White acts like a polar bear looking for sea lions up in the freezing Arctic.&lt;br /&gt;White moves like ice sheets on Antarctica's freezing water's surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White lives like penguins swimming in freezing water &lt;br /&gt;Or walking one hundred miles like Emperor penguins do. &lt;br /&gt;(Sound fun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White is clouds that blow overhead all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what white is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long poem, isn't it? My teacher saved it to give to Mom and Dad on Open House night. I guess they really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're learning about fairy tales. Maybe I'll write one of those next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-117016763373491951?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/117016763373491951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=117016763373491951' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117016763373491951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/117016763373491951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-white.html' title='What is White?'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/106/374470992_eb5e06c117_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-116226986481314915</id><published>2006-10-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:27:37.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time since I did something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy at school. I joined the chess club and I got picked to be on Student Council (they pick one boy and one girl from each class. For the 2nd grade it is me and Alyssa. Remember her?). We get to go to special meetings and vote on things like what to do at the Monster Mash and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monster Mash is a dance and party at my school tomorrow. I will be going in my costume that Grandma made me. I am an Animal Planet TV person who is getting eaten by a snake. My sister is just a leopard. I can't wait for tomorrow. They have good desserts at the Monster Mash and I like dancing in the gym. It is a good place to show my moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a poster for the Monster Mash, but it is not done yet. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284326740/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/115/284326740_2090a8d456.jpg" width="364" height="500" alt="monster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish his legs and mouth and do letters on the bottom. I better hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing today because it was a special day. IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY! I am 8! Eight is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got good presents. Uncle BB gave me 20 dollars to spend on anything I want and a baseball card guide so I can see what my cards are worth. Grandma and Papa gave me a talking globe of the world that teaches you where places are and has games you can play by touching it. I already know a lot about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts--that is Mom's sisters--gave me a tennis racket and balls because I am taking tennis lessons. Tennis is hard because I can hit the ball WAY over the fence like in baseball but you aren't supposed to hit the ball like that in tennis. You have to keep it in the lines and that is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My almost favorite present was what everyone got me. On Saturday we all went to the pet store and everyone gave me money--even my sister--to buy a fish! I got a Beta fish. I named her Abby because she is a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347377/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/284347377_5f4b79a9b5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="102_2939" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347375/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/109/284347375_a90260d11c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="102_2938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really pretty with goldy bits on her. Dad gave me a special bowl to put her in. She is on my desk and I like to watch her at night. It makes me sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best present was from Dad. I really like the Justice League cartoons and have all the figures from it. Except one. He is Solomon Grundy and he is the hardest one to get. They only made like a thousand or two of him and the only way to buy him was to go to a comic show in California. He is on ebay but he costs WAY a lot of money, more than Uncle BB even gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, DAD GOT HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347380/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/284347380_496e404437.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="102_2940" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. He is the coolest figure and he's as big as Doomsday. Now Superman will have some guys he can REALLY fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347388/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/284347388_339b7f4357_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="102_2943" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347397/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/284347397_e2b934826b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="102_2944" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/284347404/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/284347404_11517e4c3b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="102_2945" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor down the street collects figures even though he is old. When I showed him my Solomon Grundy he got all excited and yelled at Dad because he says Solomon Grundy can't come out of the box. Dad just laughed and said "Toys are meant to be played with." That got our neighbor even madder. He told me my Solomon Grundy would never be worth as much now that he came out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is wrong. I wouldn't sell him for a million zillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-116226986481314915?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/116226986481314915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=116226986481314915' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/116226986481314915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/116226986481314915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-114965180419745384</id><published>2006-07-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:39:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Brownie Cat</title><content type='html'>My sister is a big copycat now. First she had to go to swim class with me. Now she says she wants to play baseball. She is actually a good hitter sometimes when Dad pitches them slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play catch with her too, but I get bored because I have to throw it the baby underhand way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she was no good, but she is getting better. She says she gets better when she wears her lucky shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/161946661/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/161946661_ec05316b0f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="000_0074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also she makes a face. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/161946645/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/161946645_73264c1325.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="000_0076" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom saw it and said, "What is that mean face for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "It's NOT a mean face. It's my face that says, 'I'm gonna GO for it!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took her picture anyway. She wants me to do a baseball card for her too, but that is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-114965180419745384?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/114965180419745384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=114965180419745384' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114965180419745384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114965180419745384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/07/copy-brownie-cat.html' title='Copy Brownie Cat'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-115229029217318194</id><published>2006-07-07T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:47:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>BLAZE IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad guys stole him but Dad &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-we-review-butchers-bill.html"&gt;GOT HIM BACK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks skinny to me. I don't think they fed him. Mom says he's still fat. But I gave him some turkey out of the refrigerator and he ate the whole bag almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaze had a lot of boo-boos, but he was so happy to see my sister, he started doing his happy dance. That's where he rolls around on the rug. I got a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/184052376/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/12/184052376_f4bb36fd4f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_2202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says he has to clean the rug now. Blaze is kinda stinky. He smells like pee and Fritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do a Welcome Home card for Blaze and put it on his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got so happy she started to cry. Dad says that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry. I just yelled real loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/184052381/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/184052381_f7e4a5cbcf.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="100_2206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-115229029217318194?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/115229029217318194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=115229029217318194' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/115229029217318194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/115229029217318194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-114965138954780564</id><published>2006-06-06T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:01:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch This!</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL IS DONE! I am now a second grader! But not until September when I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am having swim lessons again, only now my sister is swimming too. She was scared of the water but today she put her whole head under. I can do that easy now. I can hold my breath for 28 Mississippis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last normal baseball game AND I CAUGHT AN OUT! It is hard to catch them and only Jack, Keaton and me have made catched outs. The hitter zanged it at the pitcher and he just jumped away. Dad said if you stand in the way you either catch it or it hit you in the guts. Take your pick, he says. So I glombered on it and put my other hand over the glove and it was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture Mom took. You can't see the ball because it is in my glove. See everyone turned around to see where it went? IN MY GLOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/160694626/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/160694626_f24b55b519_b.jpg" width="1024" height="768" alt="000_0107" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia301134.us.archive.org/0/items/MMMMgoneinsane/caught.mp3"&gt;Dad freaked out&lt;/a&gt;. It made him really happy. He bought me baseball cards and I got a Manny Ramirez rookie card and a special card with a piece of a real baseball bat in it. Dad said those are probably hard to find. I like baseball cards. Dad has super old ones that don't look neat. They look old. My ones are shiny and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to use the scanner and more of the art programs on the computer, so I made a baseball card of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/161946595/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/161946595_f2ef279d95.jpg" width="338" height="500" alt="artladcard2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters didn't come out shiny, but this was only my first. I will do another and it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, though? Dad &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-which-we-have-much-closure.html"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt; it was the last game but HE WAS WRONG! We are playing in a Tournament against all the other teams. Tonight we played the Rockies and we almost put a skunk on them! It was 20 to ZERO. But then at the almost last inning, they got four runs. We got more too. The score stopped at 26 to 4. WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got four hits and knocked in four runs. ALSO I got home every time I batted. So that's 8 points I helped get. I even stole third base and the guy had the ball and tried to hit me with it in his glove, but I flopped down and slid onto the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we won! That means Friday we fight another team, either the Pirates or the Cubs. If we beat them, we play another team, and if we beat them we WIN the Series for the whole town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because Papa and Grandma came from New Hampshire and they got to see the game. Papa still has a broken up shoulder but he clapped for me by hitting his leg with his other hand. And he yells louder than Dad. When I stole third base, he got so excited, he yelled a swear word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we win on Friday, I will do another baseball card of me. Only now I will use a different picture. Which should I use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/161946614/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/161946614_d3aa952107.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="100_1936" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/161946633/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/161946633_b3c9522e1d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1937" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me and I will do that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-114965138954780564?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/114965138954780564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=114965138954780564' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114965138954780564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114965138954780564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/06/catch-this.html' title='Catch This!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-114896275732351819</id><published>2006-05-28T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:24:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Super Pig!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS OVER NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. There is a party this week anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year my sister starts kindergarten at my school. Mom cried last week because Dad told my sister she'd be riding the bus by herself. But that is not true. I said I would ride the baby kindergarten bus (it comes first, before my bus) so she wouldn't be scared. BUT I AM ONLY DOING IT A COUPLE OF TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me what my favorite things were about school. I liked sharing time, which is like show-and-tell, only they call it sharing time. I liked having computers in our class because they used to have computers in this smelly room that smelled like yucky water and that was where we had to go last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I liked my teacher best because she would let me do funny things. We did a lot of writing this year and she asked us to write stories. Sometimes she would give us the start, like "Once upon a time, there was a big cat named Goo-Goo Boy..." and then you had to finish the sentence or write a story. We also had to learn about the pieces of sentences. We learned about subjects and nouns and verbs and some others, like the ones that describe things. You know, like saying "the fat dog" and fat is the describer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says it's an adjective. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day in class, we had to write a big long sentence using all the parts that we learned. It had to have the subject, what he did, where he did it and when he did it. Some people didn't even do the whole thing. Some people did dumb sentences like "Andrew wrote on the paper in the class today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/149887796/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/149887796_a4b69315ef.jpg" width="500" height="137" alt="superpig1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew said it was dumb, but when Mrs. Dodd got the papers and read them, she got to mine and made a noise in her nose and had to go blow it before stuff came out. Some people laughed because they thought it was funny. Mrs. Dodd said I should do a whole story about the Adventures of Super Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a drawing I did in school waiting for the bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/149887798/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/149887798_d205503b78.jpg" width="500" height="308" alt="superpig2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? He's burping. I will do a better picture with my markers. But I made up the story in my head: Super Pig is the superest animal on earth and he goes around saving them from hunters and mean guys. He even saves dogs and wolves and things that eat pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's done being Super Pig, he rubs mud on his face so they look like glasses and then he goes to work as Pork Kent. I don't know what he does for work, though. I still have to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get the story done before school is over, I will give it to Mrs. Dodd as a present because I won't have her next year. I will miss her. I had her for kindergarten AND first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get the story done in time, I will just give her a color drawing of Super Pig and write a letter. It will say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Dodd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching to me all this long time. Here is a picture of Super Pig. You are just like him. I will come by sometimes to say HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says Mrs. Dodd might think I said she was a pig, because of the sentence I wrote. But she knows I was talking about the super part. She is smart and she teaches all about sentences. Dad doesn't. I bet he is wrong. Dads are not all the time right, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more when school is over NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-114896275732351819?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/114896275732351819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=114896275732351819' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114896275732351819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114896275732351819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-super-pig.html' title='It&apos;s Super Pig!!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-114816660877722996</id><published>2006-05-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:17:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOW! I came BACK!</title><content type='html'>I am back! Dad showed me all the emails from people who wondered where I went. The answer is--nowhere! We came back from Florida and I have been home the whole time since. But when I saw how long since my last time--it was 74 days!--I made of list of what happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In March Dad &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-we-try-to-make-sense.html"&gt;got sick&lt;/a&gt; and went in the hospital (he is all better now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--At the last of March Grandma and Papa came to visit from New Hampshire and Grandma's birthday happened (she is 62!! I made her a card and made this hat from a kit. I took the picture. She looks like the Statue of Liberty, only not green.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150083934/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/150083934_6262614c2c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1669" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In April my aunt and uncle and cousins Gregory and Baby Grace came for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150083930/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/150083930_58b417660f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1755" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this picture for Baby Grace. Blue is her favorite color. Guess who it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/149880664/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/149880664_d16f353f24.jpg" width="364" height="500" alt="bunny2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--On April 23rd Mom and Dad's wedding turned &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-which-i-count-to-12.html"&gt;12 years old&lt;/a&gt; (I made them a card. I don't have a picture to go with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Then on April 30th my sister turned 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150083933/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/150083933_7737c4befc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1901" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that picture too! I am doing more pictures and not drawing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took this picture. I am 7 and a half on the same day as my sister's birthday, but she wouldn't give me ANY cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150085499/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/150085499_dc0fee2950.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1899" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still made her a card and gave her a Robopet to play with my Roboraptor I got for &lt;a href="http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-is-sleeping.html"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150083931/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/150083931_d9b1bb4a0b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1869" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But his head got bit off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150085498/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/150085498_016e0f3cfb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1871" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--On May 3rd Grammy and Grandpa came to visit from Ohio and Grammy's birthday happened (she is 60 now and she was NOT happy about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/150085497/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/150085497_6a49094c92.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1915" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--On May the 5th Papa got his &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-which-much-is-made-of-tap-on.html"&gt;shoulder&lt;/a&gt; repaired by an &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-which-we-all-have-our-hospital.html"&gt;operation&lt;/a&gt;. It is getting better but it still hurts (I made him a card. He said he would send a picture of the holes in his shoulder but he hasn't yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In May I also started playing games in Little League (we have practiced since April). Last year I was in T-Ball league and this year now we hit balls from a pitcher. I was no good at the start but now I am getting good. Dad practices with me in the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I knocked Dad's balls into the fence and one of them got stuck! It took Dad a long time to pull it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/149880661/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/149880661_b04212efe6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="100_1932" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Last week I got a LOFT BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/149880662/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/149880662_ea83c18350.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the best. And I don't fall out. The only bad thing is Blaze can't sleep on it. He lays on the rug and cries!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my list so far. But there is even more. Dad's birthday is soon. And SCHOOL IS OVER SOON! I learned lots of math and did more writing than ever. It has been a busy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will go back and tell you about some Disney things I took pictures of. And I made up a story called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Super Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-114816660877722996?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/114816660877722996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=114816660877722996' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114816660877722996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114816660877722996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/05/zow-i-came-back.html' title='ZOW! I came BACK!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-114176570770112563</id><published>2006-03-07T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:08:27.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eaten almost by alligators!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from Florida and Disney and we had the BEST time. I am going to live in Florida when I grow up. Know why? It is FULL of lizards! I could have a whole job following them and catching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun at Disney--even when Dad got sick and threw up and started seeing things--and I will tell about that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our first time in Florida was to go to Grammy and Grandpa's. They live in a new house with trees and lizards everywhere. They are very fast like super-speed Flash lizards, but I have fast eyes and I could see them. I tried to catch some but they were too fast. I did get to pet one with my finger before he ZHOOOPED away in the air. Maybe when I am older I will catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has bad eyes and didn't see ANY lizards. He gave me his camera which is fast and you can take lots of pictures at once. So I creeped into a bush and waited. Papa in New Hampshire used to hunt things and he said the best way to see animals is to DON'T MOVE. So I didn't. It was hot in the bushes and Dad was making lots of noise, but I was super quiet and then ZOW! There he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a zillion pictures. Later, when I put them on the TV I saw these two. Can you see him? He was right front of Dad the whole time and he couldn't see him. But I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first one. See him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/109342265/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/109342265_d4ff5e14ec_b.jpg" width="768" height="1024" alt="100_1365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he slinked around the tree and came back on a branch to look at me. I got him then too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/109342267/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/109342267_260b0295a5_b.jpg" width="1024" height="768" alt="100_1366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the best pictures I ever took. I think I want to learn more about cameras so I can be like Austin Stevens on Animal Planet. He travels all around the world shooting snakes and lizards and then makes a TV show out of it. I would like that for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a snake too. And we got chased by an alligator AS BIG AS ME! Dad was so brave he carried me away from the swamp and we got away. He said if the alligator had grabbed me he would have jumped on him and made him grab him instead. I wish Blaze had been with us. Blaze would have made an alligator sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is good no one got hurt. The alligator was just protecting his home. I snuck up later and got some more pictures. I stayed a ways away so they aren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can see him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/109342250/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/109342250_a7e86199dc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_1329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he really wanted to eat me. I never had anything want to eat me before. It is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we saw more lizards and went swimming. Then we went to Disney and I had the best time, even if Dad didn't go. He stayed in bed at the hotel and talked to people who weren't there. It was kind of funny. I will tell you about Disney soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-114176570770112563?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/114176570770112563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=114176570770112563' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114176570770112563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/114176570770112563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/03/eaten-almost-by-alligators.html' title='Eaten almost by alligators!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113998335805889818</id><published>2006-02-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:05:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Dinos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been a month almost. I have been very busy. I am reading a ton now and reading things all by myself. I am liking reading almost as much as drawing. But drawing is still my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to draw a goodbye card for Great-Papa because he died &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-raise-one-last-glass.html"&gt;a couple Sundays ago&lt;/a&gt; and he is in heaven now. Dad went and saw the body. I was sad because he was nice. We had good talks on the phone, even though he talked funny--like Grandma only worse. We both liked baseball. I sent him a thank-you because he sent me money at Christmas and I used it to buy some paper and pens. I sent Dad a picture to give to him. He is the first person I ever met who was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some busy things at school, like Fun Night, where the school gets like a carnival and there are rides and games to play. That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was Valentine's Day. I made special cards for my good friends and the rest got cards from a box. I made Mrs. Dodd a heart one and I did that for my friends. Caitlin gave me a lollypop and a coupon to get a donut because she knows I like them. She is nice for a girl and Dad says it's okay to be friends with girls so we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a Valentine out of red paper and glued squiggly white paper around it. She liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this card for my Dad. It has dinosaurs in it. They didn't have cards in the dinosaur days so this tells what they did instead. My sister screamed but Dad liked it. I colored it on the computer and wrote the words myself. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/99960504/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/99960504_538179f8c7.jpg" width="500" height="325" alt="vdino2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going away on vacation soon. Dad says it needs to come sooner. He is really tired and says he can't wait. We are going to Florida where it is sunny and part of the time we are going to Disney. That will be neat. I will draw lots of pictures. I really want to see the Animal Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I am in a book! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the &lt;a href="http://rurality.blogspot.com"&gt;Animal Planet Lady&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://twinkiespeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinkie&lt;/a&gt;! It is this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/99965975/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/21/99965975_85def46480_m.jpg" width="186" height="240" alt="blogbook" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have any of my pictures, but that is okay. I have never been in a book before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is not in the book, which I think is dumb. But he doesn't mind it. He says he is more happy that I am in there. I guess I need to put more stuff here in case people come looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a neat thing to find out. It was like an extra Valentine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as good as the lollypop Caitlin gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113998335805889818?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113998335805889818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113998335805889818' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113998335805889818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113998335805889818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-dinos.html' title='Valentine Dinos!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113760303441196662</id><published>2006-01-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:07:33.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew another portrait, but this was of someone I never saw before. Dad said the police do this when bad guys get away and they have an artist draw the picture of bad guy just from what people say they saw. That would be a neat job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new portrait was of the Crazy Lady that came to our house. She came over when I was at school and Dad was at work so only Blazey was around to protect Mom and my sister. Then yesterday she drove her car at Mom and my sister and was going to get out and yell some more, but Blaze stopped her. He thinks my sister is his puppy! One time, when Dad was tickling my sister and she screamed, Blaze came over and bit my dad on the ear, so you know he likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though she was in her car, my sister saw her and also saw&lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-crazy-meets-crazier.html"&gt;the whole thing&lt;/a&gt; last time. She told me what the lady looked like, so I drew a cartoon head of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Crazy Lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/88214423/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/88214423_03145bf593.jpg" width="500" height="491" alt="crazylla" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does that look like her?" I asked my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said. "Except for one thing. You forgot to make her mouth REALLY open, like Lucy in Charlie Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the Crazy Lady did something else but Dad wants to tell about it. Mom is real upset about the Crazy Lady. Dad was mad at first, but now he has a smarty, sneaky look when I ask about her. When Dad gets the smarty sneaky look it means he has a trick or a surprise that he knows about that you don't. He has it on RIGHT NOW while he is helping me write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could draw it. It is a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113760303441196662?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113760303441196662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113760303441196662' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113760303441196662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113760303441196662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-lady.html' title='Crazy Lady!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113760240223639795</id><published>2006-01-17T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:51:04.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon heads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people sent me emails saying they wanted more things here. But I have been really busy at school. I am reading A LOT now. I had homework this week where I had to read two books and talk about them. I picked a book about wild cats and a book about lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing pictures of people now--Dad says they are portraits--and it is even harder to draw people's faces than drawing the Roboraptor. Even when you tell people to sit still they are always moving in their face. So I am drawing them like comic strip people, like Mr. Feiffer does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/88214424/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/16/88214424_c55c911059.jpg" width="438" height="500" alt="sister" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what she really looks like with her bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/88215744/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/88215744_20ab3f0d9d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="sistera" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a comic it does not really look like her, except maybe her hair. Dad said a lot of artists do these and other funny portraits of people in funny ways, but I forget what they're called [caricatures]. Our art teacher says it's good to want to draw like Mr. Feiffer, but Mr. Feiffer and all the others had to learn drawing rules first. Then you can do what you want, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said that's true, but I've been breaking the rules at home FOREVER so it's okay to break the rules when I draw. That made me happy. Rules make drawing hard and then it's no fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113760240223639795?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113760240223639795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113760240223639795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113760240223639795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113760240223639795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/01/cartoon-heads.html' title='Cartoon heads!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113643302276773365</id><published>2006-01-05T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T07:21:11.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is back and I am at a new table. I sit with Derek and Devin and Luis. No one talks to Luis because he doesn't speak like us. He speaks Spanish so all he can talk to is the teacher because she can speak Spanish. Also Luis poked somebody with a pencil and got in trouble at the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said HE would poke somebody too if no one could understand him when he talked (and he talks a lot). So I got an idea and started watched Dora the Explorer with my sister. Dora is loud and bossy like my sister and that's why she likes it. But Dora speaks Spanish sometimes and they do it on Sesame Street too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I learned how to say "Hi"--you say it "Hola!"--to Luis and told him my name. He got really excited and started talking fast to me. I will have to learn some more before we can have a real talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mrs. Dodd was really happy with me and now she has me sit with him. I hope he won't poke me with a pencil. We are amigos now, so that means friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had art class and my teacher told me I was good at drawing pictures out of my head, but I should try something new. She gave me homework: I have to draw a picture by looking at something and then drawing what I see. It is easier when it is all in your head, but when you have to copy what you see it is tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Roboraptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81774942/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/81774942_e444f692ce.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="robolook" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how he really looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81774943/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/81774943_b329deee9b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="roboreal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81774939/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/81774939_4e3340b9b6.jpg" width="500" height="337" alt="roboraptor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad thought I traced a picture of Roboraptor, but Mom watched me (she took the picture) and said no. Dad couldn't believe it! He says it is really good, but I wish I got the neck better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher really liked it too. She put it on the wall outside. Everyone else did pictures of their Mom or Dad or dog or a bowl of fruit. Mine is the only dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis asked me what it was, and I said "Esto es El Roboraptor!" but I don't know how to say more in Spanish. I wanted to tell him all the tricks it can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113643302276773365?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113643302276773365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113643302276773365' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113643302276773365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113643302276773365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/01/out-of-my-head.html' title='Out of my head'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113625330881973732</id><published>2006-01-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:06:53.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! I was so busy I didn't tell you what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: I GOT THE ROBORAPTOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81310492/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/9/81310492_ee7b8c4c43.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="100_1158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa left me a huge box and I KNEW it was the ROBORAPTOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is bigger than a cat! He is almost as big as my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a big pile of paper. I don't have to use scratch paper from Mom and Dad any more. It is all for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shared some with my sister. Two pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some games and stuff. My sister did too. And she got a cat she wanted. She also has her own Fairy Godmother. Remember the &lt;a href="http://www.bethcherry.com/mambo/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; who sent me the markers so I can draw &lt;a href="http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/dinos-in-window.html"&gt;on glass&lt;/a&gt;? Well, she sent more stuff for my sister. She decorated the box and had glitter stars inside and my sister went crazy. She won't let Mom throw out the box because it is too cool (she DID do neat squiggles on the outside). Anyway, inside were TWO cute dogs (not alive ones) for each of us. Plus a book for me about drawing which is really good. I am already learning how to draw roads and things so they look like they go off in the distance. My sister got a book about brownies (that's her nickname!). Not the kind you eat, but these little fairy things. Dad went crazy! He likes comic books and studied them or something and said the man who made the brownies up is very famous in comic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are doing thank-you notes this week and my sister and I have to do something really special. She is the nicest person I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that stuff came after Christmas and I didn't even finish about Christmas. I got some more modeling clay and some Play-Doh, which is good because I like making statues. But I couldn't stop playing with the raptor. He can be friendly and wag his tail or he can be mean and bite you. You can also put him in your room and make him a watchdog. He pretends he's asleep but if someone walks past him, he starts up YELLING AND BITING. You have seen Grandma when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we went to my Grammy and Grandpa's house in Ohio. It is a long drive but I had Roboraptor with me. When I got there: MORE PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Allison, my favorite aunt, gave me a magic kit (they had a magic guy at a party once and he made cards and hats and things disappear and it was very interesting). My other favorite Aunt gave me a dinosaur sticker book, which I already finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite part was seeing Great-Grammy. She is the oldest one in our family and she was really sick in her breathing like &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-which-i-am-down-for-count.html"&gt;my dad was&lt;/a&gt;, but she got better. She is nicer than Grammy and Grandpa and doesn't mind when I make a mess on the table. I did her a drawing and wrote her a get-well note (I am getting REALLY good at writing words). She is 86 which is almost 80 years older than me. That is a long time to be old. She has neat old pictures that she shows me. I like old pictures sometimes more than new ones. They call them black-and-white pictures but the ones Great-Grammy has are not. They look kind of brown and very neat. The people in them have strange faces but they look alive, like they might talk to you. I wish I could draw or even take pictures like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all my cousins and we had fun, but everyone wanted to play with the Roboraptor and I had to share. There were two funny things: Roboraptor bit Grandpa in his pants when we got there. Then later, he bit Dad's finger and Dad pretended like he was being eaten! He rolled around hollering and yelling and everyone got mad because they said he'd scare my baby cousin Grace. But she is never scared of Dad. She laughs at &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-which-i-am-in-state-of-grace.html"&gt;everything&lt;/a&gt; he does. She calls him Unka Munka, which means Uncle Monkey Face for the face he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back home and I still love my Roboraptor. I took video of him dancing and eating one of the Wise Men from the Baby Jesus story. Dad says we will put a video up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad because I go back to school tomorrow. I like school, but I liked the vacation too. It snowed in Ohio where we went and I made a snowman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81310498/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/81310498_85d1ba5142.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="100_1163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make a snow snake, but it just looked like a snowman that fell over and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no colors on the trees now, just brown like in Great-Grammy's pictures. So I drew a spring picture to cheer myself up. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/81241406/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/81241406_75e0ec9648.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="snaketree" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to make it a hidden-thing picture, with secret stuff inside it. I did put a few things hidden in there. There's a dinosaur footprint, a snake (not the one on the ground but another one with his mouth open) and a coyote. You can see them although I didn't really finish it. It is tough because I can see all the things and then don't know how to hide them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grammy saw it, she said I was doing the Garden of Eating story, where Adam and his wife eat an apple and then have to get dressed and leave. We learned that once in church school. I didn't like the story because the snake is the bad guy and on Animal Planet they always say snakes are good and not to be scared. And anyway, how could he even talk? Snakes hiss and they don't have ears to hear with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had other questions about the story and Dad talked to me about them. But he said not to talk to Grammy about them. She goes to church almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be a Garden of Eating story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my secret: I just miss spring when it is sleeping and I wanted to draw a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! This is the longest one ever. Dad has been helping me write it for two days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have school tomorrow and need to go to bed. I had the BEST Christmas ever. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113625330881973732?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113625330881973732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113625330881973732' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113625330881973732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113625330881973732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-is-sleeping.html' title='Spring is Sleeping'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113496559965904139</id><published>2005-12-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:51:46.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa is coming in one week! I saw him at the store and told him what I wanted. I want paper like Mom and Dad have in their printer but I want a pack all of my own so they won't get mad when I take theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want the Roboraptor. He looks like a dinosaur and a robot at the same time and you can control him. I really want it but Mom says it is too big and I have too many toys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Dad told Mom he was going to recount all of his comic books and give some away. He had the boxes out and stacked really high and told Mom not to come down because she would knock the comics over and he would have to start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go through my toys and give some things away. And there's also some things Dad gets from work that are neat toys and brand new and we drive them over to the church to give to kids who don't have a lot of money. Some of them don't even have money for shoes or food, so we give toys and money sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making stacks of toys to give away, I noticed something: Dad wasn't doing any counting. I went over and looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counting is A TRICK. He built a HUGE shelf for Mom's flowers so she can grow them inside. It has lights and everything. IT IS HUGE. Dad is hiding it for Christmas by stacking all his comic book boxes around and he says Mom hates comics and will never come down now. He is a sneaky Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read some Christmas books to my sister, but then I wanted to do my own. I got this idea that maybe an elf would go crazy just before Christmas and steal Santa's sleigh. Only he wouldn't have reindeers, but his pet alligator. And he would go around giving lizards and fish and hamsters to all the kids who asked for them but their parents said no. I ask for goldfish every year and never get them. If the crazy elf was real, he would get me a goldfish. And the Roboraptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just started, but here's the sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/75034640/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/75034640_dbcd9f4c83.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="elf" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to color it in and add a bag of snakes in the back. The elf should have a red beard, like my Dad is growing. You should see it it is really scratchy and it's not red on the sides. He has white whiskers on the side and Mom said he getting old and Dad says we're not going to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crazy elf goes to the first house, he visits two brothers who asked for a pet iguana. When the flying alligator lands they are shocked out of their brains because they think the alligator is for them. They are also worried they could get eaten, but he is a good alligator and only eats the abomible snowmen that live in the cold places like they showed in Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/75034641/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/75034641_648dcb5583.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="elf2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on faces a lot in my drawing. They are hard! I tried to do one of Rachel my babysitter but it didn't come out like her real face. Parts of it looked her, but other parts didn't. But I think I did a good job with the boys. They look like they have to pee in their pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think up a good name for the crazy elf, but I think I will call the alligator Robbie the Reptile Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113496559965904139?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113496559965904139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113496559965904139' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113496559965904139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113496559965904139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-is-coming.html' title='Santa is coming!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113410195231705353</id><published>2005-12-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:22:51.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote and the Cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to use paints in art class. I LOVE paints but they get messy and Mom says I can't use them so much. But I am better at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a rainbow at first, but then I wanted to do a sunset. I saw a picture of a sunset in the desert and it looked like a rainbow going down, so I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I glued some black shadows on them Can you guess what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/71670009/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/71670009_0e4d35512c.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="desertfriends" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a coyote and a cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coyote is a good coyote, not like the bad one on Road Runner that always gets into accidents. I am going to do a whole story. The coyote will be running from hunters and just before he gets caught, the nice cactus will drop some of its splinters and make the men jump and hop and get stuck and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the coyote and the cactus will be friends after that. But they won't see each other a lot because cactuses don't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day in years from now it will be really dry, the driest time ever and the coyote will find his friend, but the cactus is SO thirsty he could die. So the coyote will run and find a camel because they have LOTS of water in their bumps and he will come and give the cactus a drink. Then the two friends will sit together and watch the sun set like a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says it is a really good story. So maybe I will do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, there's just this picture. I like how they are friends but I wish the cactus could move. Then they could go on vacation together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on vacation soon for Christmas. I got my list all done for Santa. Mom needs to mail it, but I have to do a picture for Santa first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113410195231705353?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113410195231705353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113410195231705353' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113410195231705353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113410195231705353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/12/coyote-and-cactus.html' title='Coyote and the Cactus'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113324301633394433</id><published>2005-11-28T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:55:01.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been SUPER busy since my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a lot at my school. Right now we are learning about Africa and math and I am reading a LOT. I read enough to win a prize: 20 books since the beginning of school so I got a gift card to buy books at the store. I am reading lots of lizard and butterfly books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will do that when I am grown up. I will have a lizard and butterfly zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a special cage and a jar of caterpillars for my birthday that I helped grow into butterflies. They all hatched but one. I am like their dad. I named them Austin and Devin and Simba and Caitlin and Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/68185441/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/68185441_57b991dca6.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="butterfliesnov" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's Austin. Soon they will die so I wanted him to see outside, even though it was cold. It will be sad to have so many butterfly funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me the butterfly set and it was my first favorite present. My second favorite came from my uncle BB. He sent me a flying Pteranodon that you charge up and has propellers on the wings. You throw it up and you can fly it. I painted some lucky colors on it first so it would go fast and not break or crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our soccer field, which is about 5 miles long. Dad tried to do it but it crashed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/68185872/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/68185872_1ce834c093.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="flying" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling Dad to run with it like a kite. When he did, I turned the propellers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Next time I will tell Dad BEFORE I put on the propellers so he can get his fingers out of the way. But it was okay because Mom had Band-Aids in the car.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad threw it and WOOOOOSSSSSHH! I flew it and it went around in a big circle. Dad had to jump onto the ground so he wouldn't get hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a big wind came and the Pteranodon went up UP &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; into the sky. It was really hundreds of feet up. Even the kids over at the playground near the field yelled and clapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Pteranodon kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" said Dad and then he RAN. He is fast when he has to chase something and ZOW! he ran across the field. But it was too late. The Pteranodon went flying out of the park and off away over the tops of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even sad because it was the best flying time EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wasn't sad. But she was mad because Dad was gone. He ran through people's yards and got in trouble. And he still couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up to Dad and we looked together. Everyone was outside putting up their lights and a lot of them saw the Pteranodon but no one saw where it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around a long time till Mom made us get in the car. She was following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then guess what? When we were driving back, WE SAW IT! It was just sitting in somebody's yard, right out front on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said it was a half-a-mile away from the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I painted the lucky colors on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more pictures soon, but we are really busy because it is Christmas time almost. Maybe I will do a special picture here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113324301633394433?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113324301633394433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113324301633394433' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113324301633394433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113324301633394433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/11/flying-around.html' title='Flying Around!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113158084536894987</id><published>2005-11-09T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:00:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hairball Express!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I was Star of the Week last week and got to pick my favorite books and be line leader and bring someone for lunch. So I brought Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate lunch with me and my friends Nathan and Derrick and also some girls who come and sit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dad wants me to say who, but I don't want to. JUST SOME GIRLS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played out on the climbing wall. Alyssa stepped on my hand and I fell about 50 feet and landed on the ground but I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we had sharing time and story time mooshed together. I told everyone about my Dad and then he told my favorite stories. One was Mr. Gaiman's Goldfish book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was The Hairball Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OUR story. We made it up together when we were waiting for my baby sister to come out. Back then we had a kitty Moxie--this was way before we got Blaze--and she was a funny kitty. She would bite you if you grabbed her. But if you sat quiet or just played trains, she would come and sit with you or even jump on the train table and move the trains around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moxie was an old biting cat and she bit me really bad so Mom and Dad said she had to go live with Grandma so she wouldn't bite me or my baby sister. I was sad about that so I told Dad to make up a story so that Moxie could come visit. And so that's how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dad told the story from his memory. Sometimes he does the sound of the train and old man who snores and the mean dogs and sometimes I do them. I did them in my class while Dad told the story. Everyone yelled at the part where the Train Police tried to stop the train! It is the best part, except the end. And where Moxie saves Tuffy from the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says his friends on his Web place want to hear the story too. Dad wrote it down and I want to draw pictures for it, but it is hard! It will take a LONG time to do all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just one I did. That's the train, the Hairball Express. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/61704757/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/61704757_e4a7f7a089_o.jpg" width="1247" height="752" alt="train" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I licked my finger and rubbed it to make it swishy like it's fast, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look--I forgot to draw Moxie in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me a bunch of pictures of Moxie and the old station near our house and some other train pictures. They help me draw good pictures, but I think I might cut them out and glue them on paper. I forget the name of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dad says it's a collage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing would be Dad telling the story. He says he can put his voice on his Web place but it would be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he could do both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113158084536894987?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113158084536894987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113158084536894987' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113158084536894987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113158084536894987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/11/hairball-express.html' title='The Hairball Express!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113097794803765608</id><published>2005-11-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:18:31.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired from being sick and having my party. Papa says you get tired more when you get old, so I guess he's right. I have lots to tell you, but maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got me lots of candy, though. And Grandma hid some candy around the house so I got to find it. It was like my own trick-or-treat. Grandma is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/24750970/"&gt;LOOK&lt;/a&gt; WHAT &lt;a href="http://otakugene.blogspot.com/"&gt;FLIP&lt;/a&gt; DREW! I love the SNAKE! It looks like ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And L. did &lt;a href="http://lechimaera.blogspot.com/2005/10/gift-for-artlad.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; too. Silly Dad was supposed to put that in last time, but forgot. I like that big lizard!! Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had a scary thing happen but I told it all over at &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-which-it-all-depends-on-your-point.html"&gt;Dad's Web place&lt;/a&gt;. Here is a bit of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was just then drawing a picture of a mouse digging in his hole. And guess what? At the same time I heard scratching and digging noises! Like a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard it: There was scratching noises coming from the garage door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dad. He was putting dishes in the dishwasher. I waved my mouse picture and yelled, I said, "Dad, I think there's a mouse like this one scratching on the garage." But all Dad said was, "Oh, I forgot to feed the dog!" The garage is where the dog food is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister says, "I'll do it." She'll do ANYTHING not to have to eat her beans. Also she loves Blaze and she always gives him more food than anyone. So Dad gave her the scoop and she walked to the garage door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear the scratching then, but that's because Blaze started growling. He was under the table eating crumbs and all of a sudden he was going GGGURRRURRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scared and jumped up on my chair. I yelled my head off! "Don't open the door! There's a monster in the garage!" But my sister never listens to anything. She just made a nyah-nyah face and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she screamed her face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to tell her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and there were lotsa blurs. But I saw it: A GIANT MONSTER RAT FACE was in the garage with teeth right by my sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-which-it-all-depends-on-your-point.html"&gt;rest&lt;/a&gt;--and see my picture of the MONSTER RAT FACE, go read it over there. I'm the #2 story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad promises there are no dots at the end to make you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113097794803765608?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113097794803765608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113097794803765608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113097794803765608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113097794803765608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-and-tired.html' title='Old and tired'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113071428865452486</id><published>2005-10-30T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:06:51.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my party yesterday before my birthday and it was GREAT. Dad made an obstacle course in the back yard and you had to crawl through tubes and roll a tire and jump in shoeboxes and climb a wall and dig through hay and go down a slide and the fastest one got a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/obstacle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/obstacle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it in 1 minute 11 seconds. I was the fastest! Evan was second with 1 minute 25 seconds. Silly Dad was slowest because he got stuck in the crawling tube and all you could see was his legs. Then he rolled the tire over himself and that was funny too. It took him 3 minutes and 44 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had cake. Grandma made me a lizard cake using one of my pictures! She says they do it at the store but she learned how too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/lizcakepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/lizcakepic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here was the cake! She did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got presents from my friends: a Transformer and some new brush pens and some modeling clay and place to keep my bugs so I can look at them when I draw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back outside and the obstacle course was GONE! Dad was sitting on the step breathing hard because he took everything out and turned the yard into a safari hunt. He went FAST, faster than on the obstacle course. He hid 88 lizards and snakes all over and we each got a hat and a box and ran like crazy to catch them. I got 15 snakes and lizards. Nick got so excited he threw up. Afterwards Dad did the count and said there are still 11 lizards and snakes on the loose out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not real. They were rubber lizards and snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are. Dad wore a hat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/safarifin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/safarifin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something bad happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after everyone left my head started to hurt and that was bad because I woke up next day with a 103 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SICK on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still opened my presents. I got a Black Canary from Justice League and some other super guys like King Kong and a lizard. I also got a special video camera for kids called a Vidster so I can do my own movie and not use Dad's camera. I will put my movies on here. Grandma gave me new jammies and a spin art kit! My uncle gave me dollars that I can buy anything I want. I think I will buy some paper or maybe a video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Scooby Doo with Dad all day and then I fell asleep! I never do that since I was a baby. I woke now and have a 101 fever. I am sad because tonight is when they trick-or-treat in my town and now I can't go. So I am wearing my cheetah costume and have to watch out the window. Dad says he will stay with me because he can't stand seeing a sad cheetah in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is going as a fox and she says she will ask for two candies--one for her and one for me. Sometimes she is a good sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/fox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy anyway for all my presents. And for the cards people sent me on my email. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish I could trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113071428865452486?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113071428865452486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113071428865452486' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113071428865452486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113071428865452486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/seven.html' title='Seven!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-113029009895345699</id><published>2005-10-25T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:28:18.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE MORE DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SEVEN in FIVE days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma and Papa are here right now! They drove a long ways from the woods where they live. They live like in olden days. Papa has wild animals in his yard--he had a bear eat his apple tree and one day a moose walked by! He grows his own big garden and chops down trees to make fires in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma knows good stuff too. She can make big cakes with neat things on them and she is making a lizard cake for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? She can also make clothes on her stitching machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a cheetah picture and said I wanted to be a cheetah for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56141540/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56141540_ae2d6a98cb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cheet2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56141541/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/56141541_cd7c8ed4f4_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cheet3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a cheetah or is that Thomas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56140628/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/56140628_7e3025ff82.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="cheet1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! It is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture I sent Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56140626/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/56140626_753d209d2e.jpg" width="500" height="199" alt="cheetfin1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me. I drew colors on it like the picture I sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56140625/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/56140625_13fb2cb064.jpg" width="500" height="361" alt="cheetdraw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both look smarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the BEST Grandma, because that is not even my birthday present. She and Papa brought piles of presents for me. Mom yelled a lot when she saw the pile but she has to let me have them because Grandma is old and has tricks to make you do what she wants. Dad just says "Okay" because he says it is CRAZY to fight with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/56140627/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/56140627_dec370d7e6_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cheet4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-113029009895345699?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/113029009895345699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=113029009895345699' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113029009895345699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/113029009895345699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/five-more-days.html' title='FIVE MORE DAYS!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112977671164203451</id><published>2005-10-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:51:51.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to the LIZARD party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have my BIRTHDAY in 11 DAYS. That is how long I have left and then I AM SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a long time to be old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dad is 37. He is even older. Mom is the same as Dad, but no one is supposed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best birthdays. Grandma comes and she makes BIG cakes. She made trains out of Ho-Hos one year. Last year she made a jungle cake with a dinosaur on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I want a lizard cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am also having a lizard party. It will be all about lizards. Dad said he will do a safari in the back yard and I can be like Austin Stevens on Animal Planet, looking for the lizards. And they will be looking for me! If Austin is not careful on his show HISSSSSSOWCH! They shoot out and bite him. Some of them don't let go. They take you with them so you have to grab onto a log. You are on your own on those shows because the man with the camera never helps you. If he did, there would be no show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the man with the camera now. I have a camera Dad gave me and I take videos. It is tricky but it is like drawing pictures only you have to make pictures out of people in real life. Maybe I will show you a video some time. I did one of Dad breaking a board but that is not like what I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of what I want. I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More brush pens&lt;br /&gt;A spin art thing&lt;br /&gt;Black Canary from Justice League (she looks like my new friend Ashley)&lt;br /&gt;Modeling clay&lt;br /&gt;A big pile of white paper for drawing&lt;br /&gt;A video game like Tom and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Books, especially ones by Mr. Feiffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a party with six friends. I am having Evan and Cole and Dustin and Andrew and Nick and Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom says no girls this time because she can't stand it. They leave me notes now. Ashley left me a note and I showed Mom and her face got all squinchy. She took the note away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the invitation myself. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/54187074/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/54187074_10f770ef14.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="invitepost" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thought it was a giant lizard walking on houses. IT IS NOT! THOSE ARE BIRTHDAY CANDLES ON A CAKE! Dad copied it so I left the name part open and will put a different name in each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to come? I wish you could. I would invite Flip and Twinkie and Legoboy and Lucy and Baby Grace and the Animal Planet lady (you could bring Jasmine and you don't have to bring any presents. Just bring a snake skin like you found that time) and the Ninja Lady and Katy and all their mommies and nice people who come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a big party, and you wouldn't have to bring anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says I am talking way too fast. But I AM SEVEN SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you more later. I have to finish my snake and mouse book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh. Dad says I am way up past my bedtime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night-night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112977671164203451?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112977671164203451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112977671164203451' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112977671164203451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112977671164203451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-to-lizard-party.html' title='Come to the LIZARD party!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112964068628813449</id><published>2005-10-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:07:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mouse, Oh snake!</title><content type='html'>We are really busy at school now. I am doing A LOT of writing. Writing is harder than drawing because you have to get the letters right and remember how they are all spelled. Pictures are easier because it's what's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am working really hard on writing. Dad writes all day and sometimes all night. He says it is the only thing he is good at and he tells really good stories. He says people gave him money for writing and that's how he bought our whole house and everything inside it except the stuff Grandma and Papa send us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will go to work like Dad and I will want to get money for drawing AND writing together. So I am doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a book today called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh Mouse, Oh Snake!&lt;/span&gt; It is about a snake that chases a mouse in a swamp. My other books were just pictures with me telling Mom and Dad the words. This time I am doing the words all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to spell the words. Dad said just to put the words down like they sound so I did that and I went faster. I have two chapters done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just one page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/53710571/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53710571_d7c31733cb.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="book" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the mouse is running for his hole. The snake is chasing him because he ate his sister. See him in the corner. He is coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he will catch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dad said to put dots at the end. That means you have to wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112964068628813449?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112964068628813449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112964068628813449' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112964068628813449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112964068628813449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-mouse-oh-snake.html' title='Oh mouse, Oh snake!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112903659779015661</id><published>2005-10-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T06:16:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange lizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back from seeing my cute baby cousin Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is from a place called Guatemala. I drew a picture of a giant lizard that comes from there. Here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/dragon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/dragon3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a big lizard, way bigger than a Komodo dragon. He is bigger than a blue whale, and you know they are big! He can run 55 miles an hour. That's fast and his head is as long as a school bus. He eats mice, birds, other lizards, dogs, and people and houses. One orange lizard can wipe out a whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to stay big he has to drink lots of water, otherwise he shrinks up and looks like a raisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is lucky baby Grace doesn't live there anymore. I am glad she is here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus is coming. Gotta go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112903659779015661?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112903659779015661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112903659779015661' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112903659779015661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112903659779015661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/orange-lizard.html' title='Orange lizard'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112849612530561434</id><published>2005-10-05T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:52:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dino world</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a lot of books at my school now. I really like the lizard and snake ones but I also like the dinosaur ones. The pictures in them are really good and show what living in the dinosaur times was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mommy baryonyx watching her babies. They are hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/baryonyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/baryonyx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going soon to Ohio to see my Grammy and Grandpa, but also my new cousin. Her name is baby Grace and she is coming from a whole other country. I have a placemat of the USA and other places and baby Grace's country is so far it's not even on my placemat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote her a letter and made a picture for her for when she gets here. She can't read yet, but she can see the picture and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/dinooct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/dinooct.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a dinosaur family going to see a new baby at someone else's house. Just like us. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for a while but I will be back next week. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112849612530561434?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112849612530561434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112849612530561434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112849612530561434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112849612530561434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-dino-world.html' title='In the dino world'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112796790292104989</id><published>2005-09-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:25:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy at my school and at my house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another tooth out, but the dentist had to take it out. He poked my mouth and I yelled A LOT. But then the lady gave me gas and things got funny and VOOMP! next thing I was with Dad and he had my tooth! He kept it secret and didn't tell me til later. They gave me a special box for my tooth. Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/2tooth%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/2tooth%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big jump in my teeth and talking is funny now. My tongue gets stuck in the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the dentist was really nice to me. And orange is her favorite color like mine! I drew her a picture for next time I go to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/47613440/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/47613440_380f402e39.jpg" width="500" height="362" alt="dragon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a dragon in his house. He is a special dragon that keeps his fire in the pouch in his throat. It is called a fire-pouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the middle of a volcano! See the top? It was going to be the sun, but then I decided to make it the hole at the top of the volcano. Dragons like it really hot like that. And I did it on orange construction paper because that is like what you would see inside his house. It would be all fire in the air inside a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except you could not really see it. You would burn up, because you are not a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112796790292104989?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112796790292104989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112796790292104989' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112796790292104989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112796790292104989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/fire-in-air.html' title='Fire in the air'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112758145947957572</id><published>2005-09-24T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:04:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new game</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the tag game I did last time. I like tag at school too. It is my favorite game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to make up my own game. I am calling it Dinosaur Tag! I will make a board and cards and use some of my little dinos for pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think up some rules so I can play with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All games have a box they come in. I like to look at the pictures on the boxes. They are good drawings. I made my own picture. I even did all the writing myself. It will go on the box when I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95468835@N00/46125540/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46125540_cd2fe7bdb8.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="tag" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? They are running on numbers so you know it's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the olden dinosaur days, they really did play tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't say "Tag! You're it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just said "Gulp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go work on my game. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112758145947957572?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112758145947957572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112758145947957572' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112758145947957572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112758145947957572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-game.html' title='My new game'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112726436910879368</id><published>2005-09-21T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:54:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a bird that bumps the window a lot in the morning. It's like he wants to talk to me. A neighbor said he is called a common finch. I don't know if he is, but I like him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do a picture of him but I found out something. Birds are hard! I see him in my head but I can't draw what I see. I will keep doing one til I like it and show you then, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I drew an eagle. I know his head but his legs are not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/eagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw one once and he was HUGE! But he had hurt his wing when he was a baby and the people were taking care of him. I felt sad that he didn't fly. He looked kind of scary, like Grandma when she's mad but has feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://twinkiespeaks.blogspot.com"&gt;Twinkie&lt;/a&gt; played tag and got me. So now I have to answer some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What I Did Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; Went to school. Had art class and got to paint and wrote a letter to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 3 Favorite Games:&lt;/span&gt; Connect Four, Tom and Jerry on the Playstation (Dad can't beat me!), checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 3 Favorite Songs:&lt;/span&gt; Happy Birthday, Jingle Bells, and some song from Treasure Planet that I don't know the name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 3 Favorite Toys:&lt;/span&gt; My stuffed rattlesnake that I sleep with, my Jurassic Park dinosaurs, my paint set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 3 Favorite Snacks:&lt;/span&gt; Ice cream, cake and corn dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 3 Favorite Movies:&lt;/span&gt; Robots (we just saw it), Lion King, 101 Dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 Favorite Books:&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Gaiman's Goldfish book, Bark, George, Dad's old Dick and Jane book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 Favorite Colors:&lt;/span&gt; Orange, brown and light red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Three Kids I'm Tagging:&lt;/span&gt; I can't pick three but I'll pick &lt;a href="http://legoboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Legoboy&lt;/a&gt; if nobody got him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun. Thanks, Twinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112726436910879368?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112726436910879368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112726436910879368' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112726436910879368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112726436910879368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112684091292815931</id><published>2005-09-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:14:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinos in the window!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sisters' friends sent her a surprise box yesterday. It really WAS a surprise because there was something in there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there were gianormous markers in there. They are the same size as your arm. I will do a neat big picture for her friend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing inside was markers you can draw on the windows with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it, but Mom said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/windinoblaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/windinoblaze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I did the spinosaurus. He scared the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not in trouble for drawing on the window because it wipes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wiped it off and did another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look in the window you can see things behind you like in a mirror. I want to trace them, but it's hard because your hand gets in the way. I will practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for dinosaurs tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/windino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/windino1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112684091292815931?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112684091292815931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112684091292815931' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112684091292815931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112684091292815931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/dinos-in-window.html' title='Dinos in the window!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112666174131213974</id><published>2005-09-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:36:25.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa name for a little animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to tell stories about what we drew today and this is what I drew and told about. Later I came home and told it for Dad and he wrote it down just now. It is a lot to say, so get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Prehistoric Spotted Small Orange Sabre-Whiskered Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By THOMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the prehistoric spotted small orange sabre-whiskered dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lotsa name for a little animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/43146663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/43146663_a368224854.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="pssodog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived a long time ago in the olden days of the woolly mammoth and the sabre-tooth tiger and the crocodile that could hold his breath for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't LOOK little. But he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how little? You won't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is NOT the grass he is on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is ON A LEAF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smaller than the littlest dog they have today now. He was the same size of a Hot Wheels Acceleracers car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he still ate spiders and mice and small eggs and even common finches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a cross between a cheetah and a regular dog. He is related to both of them. He is their great-great-lotsa-great grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a dog or cheetah saw him today, they would try to eat him, because he is just the size of a bite for them. They would just go GOOMP! and try to bite him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they did...the prehistoric spotted orange small sabre-whiskered dog would tear off their whole head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was small, but this dog was crazy! He could eat more than anybody! Even my uncle. He put 15 Oreos in his whole mouth once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not want him in your house. Or riding the bus with you. Because he was so tiny he would eat your shoes off before you could do anything. And then you'd have to go to school in your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably good he got extincted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, see? He is not real. I made him all up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next time, I think I will call him the prehistoric small spotted orange sabre-whiskered CRAZY KILLER-DILLER dog! His name will be even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will be the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112666174131213974?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112666174131213974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112666174131213974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112666174131213974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112666174131213974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/lotsa-name-for-little-animal.html' title='Lotsa name for a little animal'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112647539446043079</id><published>2005-09-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:54:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces in the paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went away and we did lots of art today and yesterday with Dad. I worked on a book about raptors and helped my sister do a silly book about a green cheetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am doing a book about a lynx cat living in a forest of badness and greatness. It is a big story and there is a wolf and an explosion. I can't tell you more yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did sponge painting in art class. Everyone does pretty pictures like rainbows and blocks. But some of the sponge pieces have faces in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use black paint, you can get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this piece that had a scary face in it. And then when I put paint on it and squished it on the paper, it got even scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/42451507/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42451507_a9ba901f87_o.jpg" width="558" height="386" alt="spongebat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put ears on him so he would look like a bat. I don't think the teacher liked it. She said she couldn't see a face. Some of the boys could see it and they said it was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some boys couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a magic face in the paint. Can YOU see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saving him for Halloween. Maybe I will look for more faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go finish my book! Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112647539446043079?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112647539446043079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112647539446043079' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112647539446043079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112647539446043079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/faces-in-paint.html' title='Faces in the paint'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112623626989933686</id><published>2005-09-09T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T05:08:41.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art class</title><content type='html'>We have good markers in art class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this. He is the sneaky crocodile that hides under the water. He can hold his breath in for days and years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/41608664/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/41608664_ab0127caa6.jpg" width="500" height="370" alt="underwater" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ZOMP! He eats you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost a tooth. Can you see where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the &lt;a href="http://www.jessicastover.com"&gt;Ninja Lady&lt;/a&gt; made me a &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?imj2qx1lo8g"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;. Of me. She says I am a prince and gave me a crown. I like it. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of Charlie Brown when they talk on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says she is a really good writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a good drawer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112623626989933686?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112623626989933686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112623626989933686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112623626989933686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112623626989933686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/art-class.html' title='Art class'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112602334714771616</id><published>2005-09-06T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:15:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of butterflies in our yard right now. I love them! Dad got me a net and a special box for them and I have been catching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I let them go at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to look at their wings, but you can't touch them. You might rub the paint off and then they can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does a good job painting their wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the monarch best but we have painted ladies too. Mom planted some flowers that make them come into the yard. And guess what? Three hummingbirds came to have a drink out of the flowers too. They are neat how they fly, but not as neat as butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dad was sick I let a butterfly out in his room. The dog jumped and chased it. It was funny until Mom came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I made my own butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/40847500/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/40847500_e4c9f59647.jpg" width="395" height="500" alt="butterfly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how he was a caterpillar before. Now he is happy with his painted wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112602334714771616?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112602334714771616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112602334714771616' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112602334714771616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112602334714771616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/painted-wings.html' title='Painted wings'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112568064908075237</id><published>2005-09-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:04:09.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is sick. He is coughing on everything and can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reads to me and my sister at night but he can't read much. So this time I read to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read a couple books if I know the words. One I am really good at is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cat in the Hat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a weird book. Mom left the kids alone in the house and they just let the Cat in! My Mom says NEVER open the door to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay because the Cat is funny and does neat things and then picks up afterward. Then Mom comes home and they don't tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dad why there's no dad in the story. He says some families don't have dads at home, and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But want to know what I think? I think the Cat IS the dad, dressed up in a cat costume. And he probably had a key to get in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my Dad would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cat in the Hat&lt;/span&gt; too. He likes to say "It's fun to have fun, but you have to know how." That is a good saying from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to draw a cat picture for my Dad like they have in the book. It's hard to draw like other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/pseudoseuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/pseudoseuss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dad still liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs to go to bed and stop coughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112568064908075237?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112568064908075237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112568064908075237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112568064908075237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112568064908075237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/09/cats-and-dads.html' title='Cats and Dads'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112537130811088745</id><published>2005-08-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:08:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sabre gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I dreamed something moved my head and I waked up and the clock said 4-4-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on all the lights and saw under my pillow my tooth WAS GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a new envelope there and inside it was a whole dollar! Dad says that is LOTS more than he got. And Papa never got money. He said all they got was a bag of nails. This was in the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Tooth Fairy bumped me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had art class today and I drew lots and lots of animals. But I took out one tooth on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/sabretooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/sabretooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It is a Sabre-Tooth Tiger that lost one of his sabre teeth. What will he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, when he lost a tooth, the tiger put it under his head and went asleep. When he was asleep, the Sabre-Tooth Fairy would come and take it. They didn't have money then so guess what the Sabre-Tooth Fairy left him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got scared the Sabre-Tooth Fairy would come and get her when her tooth falls out. But I think it is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy my tooth is out. I can eat everything now. Tonight at dinner I had three corn dogs and a crunchy piece of bread and a whole apple for dessert. I have been starving almost waiting for the tooth to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am sad too. I want to see my tooth again one last time. Where does it go when the Tooth Fairy takes it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112537130811088745?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112537130811088745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112537130811088745' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112537130811088745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112537130811088745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-sabre-gone.html' title='One sabre gone'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112528616647840645</id><published>2005-08-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:29:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was sick and Dad had to make dinner. He made corn on the cob because he forgot that my tooth hurts since it's loose so I ate it on the side of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Dad yelled STOP! And I dropped the corn. Something was stuck in my mouth and poking me and Dad saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad flew up on the table and knocked the butter over. He grabbed my head and a napkin and put it in my mouth and yelled GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS MY TOOTH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/milestones%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/milestones%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the first tooth to come out EVER. I've been waiting a hundred days. It was a good job Dad saw it and flew up on the table because I was going to swallow up my corn and almost ate my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would hurt and be scary but it was great! My sister and the dog and me danced around in the living room. Then we told mom up in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Grandma called. Did she know already? She says the eyes in the back of her head can see a long way off. That's because Dad was a big stinker when he was little. She screamed on the phone. She likes everything I do. She has lost a lot of teeth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my letter to the Tooth Fairy. Is he a he or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture to show the Tooth Fairy what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/tooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my for-real mouth where it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/milestones%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/milestones%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to bed right away. I am up too far. But I will never sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue keeps getting stuck in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112528616647840645?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112528616647840645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112528616647840645' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112528616647840645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112528616647840645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-out.html' title='It&apos;s OUT!!!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112515602739057842</id><published>2005-08-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:42:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy lizard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL WAS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a table with 6 kids. All their names begin with A. Except for me and Luis. And Taylor (she is a girl and she always says hi to me and taps my arm but I don't say it back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have P.E. class now. It's like recess but the teacher blows a whistle. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat lunch at school now while the baby kids go home. I sat with Evan and Cole and Duncan. Alyssa was there too. She is NOT in my room. She is across the hall but I drew her a map with steps to get to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was sad first day because I wanted to play the Frisbee but Andrew said no. He is mean. So I just stood up and watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I got my own Frisbee and played with all the other boys who Andrew wouldn't let play. We made up our own game called Frisbee in the Tree. You throw it up and try to catch it where it goes but the branches get tricky on you so it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew did it and his Frisbee got stuck! Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed my teacher Flip's Art Lad picture and now all the boys want one! Andrew wants one so he looks like Beast Boy. I said he IS a Beast Boy with a big piggo face and he can't have one. So Flip DO NOT MAKE HIM ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have art time too and I made some pictures. They need pointier crayons and pencils at my school. I need them sharp to do good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new super lizard for that &lt;a href="http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/2005/07/bonus_vlog.html"&gt;dancing girl Lucy&lt;/a&gt;. But when I got home Dad forgot and already sent the box to her Dad so I couldn't send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the picture for Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/crazyliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/crazyliz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is wrapping around you to pull you into his cave. See how his tail comes on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the middle thing between his eyes? Silly Dad said it was a birthday hat. IT IS NOT! He has a rhino horn but it doesn't look like a rhino horn because he staring right at you. Rhino horns only look like rhino horns from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school again Monday. I will be going to school a lot. But I will tell you stuff and show my pictures from art time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112515602739057842?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112515602739057842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112515602739057842' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112515602739057842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112515602739057842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-lizard.html' title='Crazy lizard!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112485806135955544</id><published>2005-08-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:47:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school TODAY! I am in the First Grade and will go for ALL DAY now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party at my school before and I saw my teacher and where I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE COMPUTERS! In the room with us! Before we had to go to the Smelly Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my teacher about my Web place and everyone who came and she thought I made it up. Then Dad said something funny and Mom had to step on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up lots early and today the clock said 5-2-1 and I woke Dad up. He was surprised! He is really funny when he gets up. He doesn't talk in words until he drinks a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a funny tummy. I went to draw a cat, but this came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/bigrat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/bigrat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a dinosaur RAT that eats everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew another picture with no colors in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/sadcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/sadcat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my tummy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I drew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/smartycat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/smartycat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned out good. He looks all smarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to draw me as a super guy like &lt;a href="http://otakugene.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-saving.html"&gt;Flip&lt;/a&gt; does for me. People are hard. So I just looked at her pictures. I am taking one to my teacher so she will know about Art Lad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you how it was later! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112485806135955544?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112485806135955544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112485806135955544' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112485806135955544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112485806135955544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-today.html' title='SCHOOL Today!!!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112467269227244201</id><published>2005-08-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:10:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning and blinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all better! I was 103 hot then 99 hot. Then ba-zow! Better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good and lucky that I got better because today was the big party down the street for all the kids before we go back to school. All the moms and dads go and talk A LOT and all the kids play. All the kids on my bus were there. Alyssa was there and her brother and Cole and Drew and Lillie and Duncan and Alyssa too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already said Alyssa already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? They had an art table! I made a spider for my sister out of fuzzy twisties and a piece of egg carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a spinny art thing. You put your paper on the spinner then squirt paint on it while it spins. If you use a lot of paint you can do a picture on the spinner and do one on your shirt at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A SPINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent ten hundred hours making spinny art pictures. I almost got dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll tell you the secret: You have to blink while you do it so you don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a spider web, because spiders spin them to make them. But it was hard. It took a lot of times. But I did it! It looked like a Web for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't show you it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I gave it to Alyssa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played baseball with the giant red ball. Alyssa and I were partners so we had to kick the ball and run together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bunch of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Dad brought all my other spinny pictures home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next favorite after the spider web I can't show you was this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/dragoneye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/dragoneye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looks like a dragon's eyeball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making it, I could see him blinking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112467269227244201?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112467269227244201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112467269227244201' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112467269227244201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112467269227244201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/spinning-and-blinking.html' title='Spinning and blinking'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112450675777641308</id><published>2005-08-19T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:59:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a flu. I was 103 hot yesterday and my face was all red. I still don't feel much good. Kinda hot and cold at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dad to bring his little computer to my room and read me what people said about the earth picture. That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be a good drawer in bed. I tried to do a book but I only got to the first page. Mom wrote the words on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30757160/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30757160_be6d490e8f.jpg" width="500" height="438" alt="leopard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel all big like the leopard's. Maybe I will get spots like him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will draw more later. I need some juice now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112450675777641308?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112450675777641308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112450675777641308' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112450675777641308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112450675777641308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and cold'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112424340231087673</id><published>2005-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:50:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out in space</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bus pass for school today. I start really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art class was my favorite thing about school last time. My other favorite was learning about the planets hanging out in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name them: Pluto, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Jupiter, Neptune. I don't know if that's the way they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30757158/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30757158_a769e79e2f_b.jpg" width="897" height="1024" alt="earth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad needs a bigger scanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like learning things about the planets. There's a storm on one that's been going on forever. At least a hundreds of years. A bunch of them have rings. And some of them are just balls of gas with no land. Saturn is one. And Uranus is a big ball of gas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says planets can be funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112424340231087673?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112424340231087673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112424340231087673' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112424340231087673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112424340231087673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/hanging-out-in-space.html' title='Hanging out in space'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112382169821017361</id><published>2005-08-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:27:07.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Feiffer and my more favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stepped on a splinter today and it went in my toe. Dad got it out. It was three pieces long! There's a big hole in my toe now and it hurts to walk so I can't go out and play. Dad said we could go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to some neat places where people have my pictures now. WOW! They are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like other kids drawings. &lt;a href="http://cheruboyanonymous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheruboy&lt;/a&gt; is really good. He is 10. Thanks for coming to see my pictures. I will go to see yours a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://twinkiespeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinkie girl&lt;/a&gt; sent me this. It is really good. It looks like the window in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/technicolor-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/320/technicolor-med.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Dad's friends just sent him &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/artpad/painter/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. It's a place you can go and do paintings on the computer! It's hard to do the mouse but we practiced in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one I did. It's not so good, but I did the words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?il64hl1jiuhk"&gt;The Wolf in the Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it, the brush draws the drawing REAL fast, faster than I really did it. That is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to &lt;a href="http://www.julesfeiffer.com/"&gt;Mr. Feiffer's place&lt;/a&gt;. He is my other favorite to Mr. Gaiman and Mr. McKean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He writes AND draws at the same time. He did a book called BARK GEORGE! about a dog that swallowed a lot of animals and makes different noises. It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-which-father-and-son-find-jules-of.html"&gt;sent&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Feiffer some pictures once. I gave him a painting of a wolf I made up named QRITSU and a dinosaur herd running down a volcano. He traded me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/20345647/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20345647_eadb02bfb6.jpg" width="364" height="500" alt="feiffersketch3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dinosaur talking to George! It's on my board in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me about these neat &lt;a href="http://www.dickblick.com/zz213/34/"&gt;paint pens&lt;/a&gt; that aren't too messy. I got them for my birthday and used them all up. I hope I get more my next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He draws really good dogs. I get the ears wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go draw now!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112382169821017361?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112382169821017361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112382169821017361' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112382169821017361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112382169821017361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/mr-feiffer-and-my-more-favorites.html' title='Mr. Feiffer and my more favorites'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112382168754734840</id><published>2005-08-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:43:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;Guess what? &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/2005/08/open-box.asp"&gt;Mr. Gaiman&lt;/a&gt; came to see my pictures and told everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is for him. It's a snake that ate a chicken egg and got the chicken spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30754258/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30754258_42f39aa120.jpg" width="500" height="406" alt="snakespot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote two books I like. One is about a boy who trades his dad to get some &lt;a href="http://www.mousecircus.com/goldfish/flash/goldfish.html"&gt;goldfish&lt;/a&gt; but has to get his dad back. The other is about a girl called Lucy who has &lt;a href="http://www.mousecircus.com/witw/flash/witw_flash.html"&gt;wolves&lt;/a&gt; in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures in the wolves book are SCARY, but then when we went to see Grammy and Grandpa, Dad got this for the ride and we listened the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/ngaudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/320/ngaudio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the stories to you on the CD, like the goldfish one and a rhyme about a boy with really Crazy Hair. He told the wolves one too and then it wasn't scary. Now I like it! It made my sister cry. That was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gaiman sent me a letter on email too. He said the Crazy Hair one is going to be a book with Mr. McKean doing the pictures. I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to do books some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112382168754734840?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112382168754734840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112382168754734840' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112382168754734840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112382168754734840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-favorites.html' title='My favorites!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112373623902188523</id><published>2005-08-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T06:45:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driveway tiger-r-r-r-r</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drew this tiger. He is the second-biggest tiger in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/tiger%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/320/tiger%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scraped my hand doing the ears. It was like the tiger bit me! R-r-r-r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my chalks but they are dusty and scrapey. And then I finish and rain comes and wipes it off. Or Mom drives over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time Mom took pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/tiger%200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/400/tiger%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little baby tiger on the edge there. Do you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112373623902188523?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112373623902188523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112373623902188523' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112373623902188523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112373623902188523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/driveway-tiger-r-r-r-r.html' title='Driveway tiger-r-r-r-r'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112363071201333376</id><published>2005-08-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:56:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and Lightning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa is coming over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa is a funny girl in my class. She will be in first grade with me. We ride the bus because she lives on the other street near me. Her brother is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is coming over right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom had to go out so she is coming over til she gets back. Her brother is coming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Alyssa sat at my table. I made her this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't give it to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30757159/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30757159_0b7081fbfe.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="Rainbow lightning" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainbows and lightning all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: For a smidge more back-story, click &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/02/loves-labourfound-random-anecdote.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and scroll down to the Epilogue--The Dad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112363071201333376?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112363071201333376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112363071201333376' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112363071201333376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112363071201333376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/rainbows-and-lightning.html' title='Rainbows and Lightning!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112336241712779328</id><published>2005-08-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:24:53.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourds are good</title><content type='html'>Today I painted some gourds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31775537/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31775537_a29f147a14.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="gourd3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/1600/gourd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/1382/320/gourd6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got them. Gourds are plums that got turned into stones. And then you can paint them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to paint because you have to keep going in circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31744978/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31744978_0adda767b9.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="gourd5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a bunch. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "The Rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745576/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31745576_4b28930759.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="gourdrainbow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "The Garden." See the flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745574/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31745574_9c484222c2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="gourdgarden" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called "The Squeezy Pumpkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745575/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31745575_60da177813.jpg" width="354" height="500" alt="gourdpump" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is "Desert Lizard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745573/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31745573_8c26226e5a.jpg" width="289" height="500" alt="lizdesert" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is called "Hot Air Balloon." You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745571/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31745571_e848d7bb9f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="gourdball1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31745572/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31745572_124ec1f974.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="gourdball2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112336241712779328?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112336241712779328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112336241712779328' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112336241712779328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112336241712779328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/gourds-are-good.html' title='Gourds are good'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112320577449227261</id><published>2005-08-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:36:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll trade you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like that everyone came and looked. Dad said a swear word when he saw the number today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I REALLY like this picture that &lt;a href="http://otakugene.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flip&lt;/a&gt; sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31323074/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31323074_8bd7d207ff.jpg" width="360" height="500" alt="ArtLad1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me? It's like a comic, it's like Teen Titans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll trade you one of my pictures. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/31323073/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31323073_90f5b04998.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="tigasaur" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little dinos are dryosaurus. I made up the big ones. I call them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIG-A-SAUR-ONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112320577449227261?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112320577449227261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112320577449227261' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112320577449227261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112320577449227261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-trade-you.html' title='I&apos;ll trade you!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112312828273266851</id><published>2005-08-04T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:05:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stencil Squirt Painting is Fun!</title><content type='html'>I start the first grade soon! I really liked my teacher last time because she did art class and always put my pictures up on her desk. My favorite part was when we did squirt painting. You had stencils and you could squirt different colors on them. Guess what happens when you pull the stencil off? You get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stencils were all flowers and puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DINOSAURS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are the dinosaur stencils?" I asked Mrs. Dodd. "They don't make them," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of a raptor in a bunch of parts and then had Mrs. Dodd cut them out. That's what a stencil is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did this. Later I went back and did branches and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30757161/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30757161_29bef59597.jpg" width="500" height="428" alt="paintraptor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hard. I had to do like a bajillion of them until I liked one. I got paint EVERYWHERE! It was great. I like this one pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you EVERYONE for talking to me on my place here. I can even read some of them all by myself but Dad has to read some too. And Animal Planet Lady put me on &lt;a href="http://rurality.blogspot.com/"&gt;her place&lt;/a&gt; and so did the &lt;a href="http://metadusty.blogspot.com/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; who works at the statue place and so did &lt;a href="http://creepingtowardsnormal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinkie's mom&lt;/a&gt;. And Mr. Nickerblog put me &lt;a href="http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/"&gt;at the top&lt;/a&gt; today! I am sending Lucy a picture just for her. She's a funny &lt;a href="http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/2005/07/bonus_vlog.html"&gt;dancing&lt;/a&gt; baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112312828273266851?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112312828273266851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112312828273266851' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112312828273266851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112312828273266851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/stencil-squirt-painting-is-fun.html' title='Stencil Squirt Painting is Fun!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112303003156390424</id><published>2005-08-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:57:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink like my sister likes</title><content type='html'>My sister like brownies and pink things. Anything pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do her a drawing on a pink piece of paper. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30757162/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30757162_e09f40b2a0.jpg" alt="pinksun" height="364" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a dog with a bird on his back on a hill. She likes dogs and birds. And brownies and pink stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it to look like when the sun goes down. You know how it's dark and pink at the same time? So I tried to draw it on pink paper and have the pink show through. I don't know. It looked better in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do the lines like in the &lt;a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/gogh/starry-night/gogh.starry-night.jpg"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; in my sister's room. I like &lt;a href="http://www.vangoghgallery.com/"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; pictures. He lived a long time ago. My dad says he went crazy and cut his ears off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his mom yelled at him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112303003156390424?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112303003156390424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112303003156390424' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112303003156390424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112303003156390424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/pink-like-my-sister-likes.html' title='Pink like my sister likes'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15056188.post-112302543584676048</id><published>2005-08-01T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:34:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the Art Lad!</title><content type='html'>Hi! This is my Web place, The Adventures of Art Lad! My Dad put one of my pictures on &lt;a href="http://masthead.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-which-i-watch-artist-at-work.html"&gt;his Web place&lt;/a&gt; and all his friends said I should have one. So now this is my place to show you my pictures. I hope you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about me in the About Me place. But I am 6 years old and I like to draw and paint. I REALLY like to paint but Mom says paint is messy so I don't get to do as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/30754255/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30754255_83b0df2865.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="artlad 003" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayons and pencils are ok, but they look like a baby did them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at pens. I can do really good pen drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just learning to read so my Dad is helping me. He types what I say and makes sure it is spelled good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people liked this picture a lot when my Dad put it up. Do you know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51605962@N00/28063748/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28063748_6ea7dca865_o.jpg" alt="dinner" height="1200" width="848" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you. It's a T-rex coming down to bite you up! See the teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put up more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15056188-112302543584676048?l=artlad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/feeds/112302543584676048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15056188&amp;postID=112302543584676048' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112302543584676048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15056188/posts/default/112302543584676048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artlad.blogspot.com/2005/08/introducing-art-lad.html' title='Introducing the Art Lad!'/><author><name>Art Lad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10587013765539512464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAn5mrRw43I/S3QqOMAfPVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1gHcZ5EDXXc/S220/artlad1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry></feed>
