tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72863357959009348352024-02-18T19:07:10.126-08:00The Silly ShepherdTee heeLisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-3074243513629449072009-06-12T14:11:00.000-07:002009-06-12T14:13:33.770-07:00Who Am I?<p>The kids school held their Open House recently. Kindergarten Open House is always so much more fun than any other grade. Each kid made a "Who Am I?" poster.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/296/2969197/23_2009/265a2e2c57074874_05-11-05-09_007.xxlarge.jpg" class="inline" /></p><p>They were laying out on the tables when you first walked in and we were to open them up and read the facts they wrote about themselves, with the goal of finding your child's. If you think you picked the right one, you open it up backwards (tricky!) and they made a self portrait of themselves. We looked through a few but most of the kids in his class have brown eyes so it was pretty easy to narrow him down. When I opened the one that said blue eyes and blonde hair that likes to play the wii, I knew it was Ryan's.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/296/2969197/23_2009/641de176b56ec843_05-11-05-09_008.xxlarge.jpg" class="inline" /></p><p>And then I looked at his self portrait. I almost fell on the floor in laughter. Is this really what he thinks he looks like now? Or maybe what he thinks he will look like at seventeen? Either way, the kids a stud.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/296/2969197/23_2009/8c8346f622847207_05-11-05-09_006.xxlarge.jpg" class="inline" /></p>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-72239104032982226112009-03-29T09:40:00.000-07:002009-03-29T09:43:51.778-07:00Player of the Week!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEeKyRkDE4aEGueI2MXIXxFXFSuPJXw0txAHdR_K9MsW6S9-ZviCt92hG0NLTaX5oQVowt_Q5DEyQ_acHSZnYSmMbRkfTqX3zsMTvwmetI_KMxZs1TTmySXakXZdhThFg0tryDb_60UkQ/s1600-h/2+resized.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEeKyRkDE4aEGueI2MXIXxFXFSuPJXw0txAHdR_K9MsW6S9-ZviCt92hG0NLTaX5oQVowt_Q5DEyQ_acHSZnYSmMbRkfTqX3zsMTvwmetI_KMxZs1TTmySXakXZdhThFg0tryDb_60UkQ/s400/2+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318651264364609602" border="0" /></a>She kicks softball bootie.<br /></div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-78372227189735839742009-03-17T22:44:00.000-07:002009-03-17T22:50:38.320-07:00Pinkeye Blows<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxzKbB2ffhKHBegs8dudIKuePIuY3gr0KT6E2BUYhojYcFJcdQc-K-mw3Yc1oJBjCUOAVN1VLp0Sn1JpjVdjKz06cHmRlPjzE-inS064dbPcqJ3OmdoGzTIq0GCbhqiRPoGp-QLESung/s1600-h/hes-coming-to-touch-your-stuff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxzKbB2ffhKHBegs8dudIKuePIuY3gr0KT6E2BUYhojYcFJcdQc-K-mw3Yc1oJBjCUOAVN1VLp0Sn1JpjVdjKz06cHmRlPjzE-inS064dbPcqJ3OmdoGzTIq0GCbhqiRPoGp-QLESung/s400/hes-coming-to-touch-your-stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314399960064639234" border="0" /></a>Pinkeye who? And work wouldn't send me home.<br />Good luck with that.<br /></div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-26568150476453095032009-03-14T22:43:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:27:59.328-07:00Don't Mess With Black Widows!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgFpScUCx6Bz8uFXULCnPzwbLqx_u6dgpFF49WqBHiEw4ni2cE4_X1zl2KOKw5diFUDNOp3AaGwbtdcTCOW10u3uush4FRuJtUsRaWIKmPEzHOy8oO4-j2EPoT5TQO8nc71tQ5fF6low/s1600-h/DSC_2755.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgFpScUCx6Bz8uFXULCnPzwbLqx_u6dgpFF49WqBHiEw4ni2cE4_X1zl2KOKw5diFUDNOp3AaGwbtdcTCOW10u3uush4FRuJtUsRaWIKmPEzHOy8oO4-j2EPoT5TQO8nc71tQ5fF6low/s400/DSC_2755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313286357026453314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Loving Skyler's team banner. It is pretty rad.<br /></div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-61389903320387151252009-03-13T21:59:00.000-07:002009-03-13T22:13:27.066-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2Hg-NZkGgejOGMPkeuXm0qa3wRHvWGP0TwytBHTTSwyx85oLaTyIq2S-shdCp_Hk4wUyyXhTGvumzOr2QN1fBNjHRLAnkwALs1KRLI9vGCFjeFZzwpJOL5JToLphBRDEk6UcuXhJ1jA/s1600-h/2+nowii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2Hg-NZkGgejOGMPkeuXm0qa3wRHvWGP0TwytBHTTSwyx85oLaTyIq2S-shdCp_Hk4wUyyXhTGvumzOr2QN1fBNjHRLAnkwALs1KRLI9vGCFjeFZzwpJOL5JToLphBRDEk6UcuXhJ1jA/s400/2+nowii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312903647811476354" border="0" /></a>Life really sucks when Mama doesn't let you play your<br />Lego Star Wars Wii.<br /></div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-49373081772819836262009-03-13T12:17:00.000-07:002009-06-12T14:16:12.848-07:00Twenty Dollar Bill Y'all!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xvLKIlTNoiXg5-XLi7ac971xb-Sx52EBg-jXHhIOMPLsT1WQNyRBGEzwrfm3DDoWfb_r_JgpR7q3K2lNrAkpSFu7kQ4alS43CVs66o7q-Xh8HHlZJwSFeAHaDLEo1tapuVeaqDF7tIg/s1600-h/2+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312753809965861666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xvLKIlTNoiXg5-XLi7ac971xb-Sx52EBg-jXHhIOMPLsT1WQNyRBGEzwrfm3DDoWfb_r_JgpR7q3K2lNrAkpSFu7kQ4alS43CVs66o7q-Xh8HHlZJwSFeAHaDLEo1tapuVeaqDF7tIg/s400/2+003.jpg" /></a>Spooky AKA Worthless says:<br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">"What she doesn't know yet, is that I peed all over her friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christa's</span> Girl Scout cookies for no apparent reason. Just because I felt like it. And now she looks like a fool! And is out $20 bucks! Mission accomplished!" </div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-63176343965980577222009-03-12T19:12:00.000-07:002009-03-12T19:13:08.541-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhlC7rm268QWL0CmcfcWSoWoTW3qGWTY9yHr4CQQ97g_PJoes1_U5GdB7y9v98FUvrkU1X_IQHxhobd_xlmz8LOd9H73ZBA2wrOP6uvTbLQyngsZNscu-00GtN93a5iqOg3UQt9bKBH8/s1600-h/2+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhlC7rm268QWL0CmcfcWSoWoTW3qGWTY9yHr4CQQ97g_PJoes1_U5GdB7y9v98FUvrkU1X_IQHxhobd_xlmz8LOd9H73ZBA2wrOP6uvTbLQyngsZNscu-00GtN93a5iqOg3UQt9bKBH8/s400/2+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312489529355295842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Skyler's first year of softball. Go Black Widows!<br /></div>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286335795900934835.post-35523365108483183422009-03-12T17:59:00.000-07:002009-03-14T11:34:29.588-07:00Dear Diary - March 12th 1990<p>I found all my old diary's today and had a laugh reading through them. I thought I would transcribe them to digital form if the date fit as a funny little project. I've been sick sick sick for a week now however, and this idea may be totally lame. I'm just that bored.</p> <p>March 12th, 1990 (12 years old)</p> <p>Dear Diary,</p> <p>Sorry it has taken so long to write. I got my progress report a week ago. I got a "A" in science! I can't believe it! I got a "D" in math. Just kidding! That "D" was for english. And in all this time, my taste in men have changed.</p> <p>1. Brain W. I have a good chance but he's kinda nerdy.<br />2. Tim M. He's only in 6th grade.<br />3. Alan R. He has his eyes on Rhianna.<br />4. Troy P. No chance.<br />5. Elvin S. No chance.<br />6. Trevor R. I would go with him but ick.</p> <p>Nobody has asked me to go with them since Kasra. He is really sweet but no.</p> <p>Well gotta go. Later dude. Surfs up!<br />Lisa</p>Lisa Pisa Puddin Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232522332719098706noreply@blogger.com0