tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24591537194802958692024-03-19T15:23:10.651-07:00Through the Eyes of a 12" Girl: Life as a Disney DollSnowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-18647470404895446222015-01-27T13:07:00.001-08:002015-01-27T13:11:41.026-08:00And another new gal.... :-)This morning Jan took us over to that wall again to meet another new doll. What is it, "the meet new doll area" or something? ;-)<div><br></div><div>Anyways, Jan asked Elsa to come, but she didn't want to. Poca, Anna, and I were all disappointed by that. We still aren't quite sure how to get through to her...or even what's wrong with her!! :(</div><div>When we got over there, with Anna in the lead, a very tall girl was standing there.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPO6tAeNfQOomKtgR0sWDLH6L8PgeOPnwNerbb6iU3tteheDzEsDpBbS_dy4QHWAjrMtFMSCMlTdgZ57uCCzbRGMODeLqSPXnbj1YoHUfdZJGjP2MI6AjWWoVYwPNcWYO_Le-lWUjCsNe/s640/blogger-image--1960899534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPO6tAeNfQOomKtgR0sWDLH6L8PgeOPnwNerbb6iU3tteheDzEsDpBbS_dy4QHWAjrMtFMSCMlTdgZ57uCCzbRGMODeLqSPXnbj1YoHUfdZJGjP2MI6AjWWoVYwPNcWYO_Le-lWUjCsNe/s640/blogger-image--1960899534.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anna walked over to her, and immediately started talking a million miles a minute, along with one of the rudest questions ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hi, hi, hi!!! My name is Anna, what's yours?". There was a very slight pause. Then Anna blurted out, "Why are your legs warped?". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9kVr733Qv6atdV1HKnqbEzXAh_5PRNaO4c2HQe1qzFc_THofxJPqrGMuzwdAwpw6CdOaKawtW-7QoSKIQPZCgAn2-MyUtAY8cBM5h_1-IyT2KsLA_gK2g1jKBQzAExa_Xwq_7i7aFVdM/s640/blogger-image--1424153324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9kVr733Qv6atdV1HKnqbEzXAh_5PRNaO4c2HQe1qzFc_THofxJPqrGMuzwdAwpw6CdOaKawtW-7QoSKIQPZCgAn2-MyUtAY8cBM5h_1-IyT2KsLA_gK2g1jKBQzAExa_Xwq_7i7aFVdM/s640/blogger-image--1424153324.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">From my vantage point behind the new doll, I watched Poca do a dramatic face-Palm, just as I did the same.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Anna!!!" Poca and I whispered. "That was so rude!!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSTvuQWZUMuspNBxPV9W0ySsoXX3XO2HaKhMj7N4RQHUseKRZ7sexYPtMk6tt1tIV3inkh6ig4k6IFFA2Pm_4-EQNpoikvS5BZfjl96L-BGae6N4dMIBQtwk_xyge3YceTeIcFsIG7ov2/s640/blogger-image--1909233644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSTvuQWZUMuspNBxPV9W0ySsoXX3XO2HaKhMj7N4RQHUseKRZ7sexYPtMk6tt1tIV3inkh6ig4k6IFFA2Pm_4-EQNpoikvS5BZfjl96L-BGae6N4dMIBQtwk_xyge3YceTeIcFsIG7ov2/s640/blogger-image--1909233644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But the new doll only laughed, and then smiled at Anna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's ok." she said sweetly. "To start off with, my name is Honey Lemon. But just call me Honey. And as far as my legs go, I know they are warped. So you didn't offend me. I'm lucky Jan didn't return me to the store because of my legs, because if she did, I probably wouldn't ever get a nice home. But Jan didn't want to return me; she informed me that she liked me as I was, and never returned dolls for such things.". She smiled at us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAcO4ciJR6OrEQ_R4VluD3ubwTzqLGikE0ly__VlqbXrJpbVkwuXnXkBjkmCCiLm3u-nBx_dapcjvwTFl2mliMVFACTzeMvriZcUJ_J-h6Y744qj9_ZrF_Vegw9wSGau4pcbHiSS5V-yF/s640/blogger-image-1372040017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAcO4ciJR6OrEQ_R4VluD3ubwTzqLGikE0ly__VlqbXrJpbVkwuXnXkBjkmCCiLm3u-nBx_dapcjvwTFl2mliMVFACTzeMvriZcUJ_J-h6Y744qj9_ZrF_Vegw9wSGau4pcbHiSS5V-yF/s640/blogger-image-1372040017.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"See?" Anna told Poca. "I knew she was nice; she didn't mind.". Poca rolled her eyes, but smiled as well. She knew that Anna blurted out things before she thought them over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFsfA4htKH_kJGQA3LRYqzECUANnIqeOdGFvN7MI0_k-zMynOQLpgOfgGNY3z5pIu3F1vANXiuOG0nWsPjp311iykSHiXrSoCrR5afNi3AqvkZxIuQlGJKqY3dJZYikMmpZT3Y7-E-yGU/s640/blogger-image-932294033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFsfA4htKH_kJGQA3LRYqzECUANnIqeOdGFvN7MI0_k-zMynOQLpgOfgGNY3z5pIu3F1vANXiuOG0nWsPjp311iykSHiXrSoCrR5afNi3AqvkZxIuQlGJKqY3dJZYikMmpZT3Y7-E-yGU/s640/blogger-image-932294033.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, I'm Anna from the movie <i>Frozen</i>." she told Honey. Apparently she decided she was the official 'introducer'. ;-). "This is Pocahontas from <i>Pocahontas</i>, but you can call her Poca. And this is Snow White from <i>Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs</i>, but you can call her Snow. What movie are you from?". Anna finished.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm from <i>Big Hero 6</i>." Honey told us. "It came out last November, I think. I'm supposed to be a super heroine, but I don't know how I'd do at that." she giggled. "Oh, I have a little purse that can make 'chem-balls', and some armor and a helmet. But I think Jan put them away so they wouldn't get messed up, which was probably a good idea. Besides, the armor is kinda uncomfortable." Honey smiled at us again. I liked her already; she was sweet to all of us, just like her name. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"What are chem-balls?" Anna asked automatically.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"They're little shells filled with different combinations of chemicals. When they have certain combinations and I throw them, they can do different things, like make a pile of goo or a sheet of ice. The thing is, I have to select the chemicals on a periodic table on the side of the purse, and I need to have Jan put it on there.". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Ooohhh, that sounds cool!!" Anna exclaimed. "Can I try it sometime?" She jumped up and down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Sure you can! Just as soon as the purse works properly." Honey answered her with a grin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-c8Em6NHxo9qyox6riNVr9sVOR1b2dyu3u9C1CukbnFvQSlQ7BFZsUCC2bMgF8_pHBo1XBs3L7QeUyEq2IWKCDCWoHLeIqklFUYk-z7aqK7Fpx3du0KtWq5fTBtWI0D0YqmtIF5ZSlJb6/s640/blogger-image-670358291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-c8Em6NHxo9qyox6riNVr9sVOR1b2dyu3u9C1CukbnFvQSlQ7BFZsUCC2bMgF8_pHBo1XBs3L7QeUyEq2IWKCDCWoHLeIqklFUYk-z7aqK7Fpx3du0KtWq5fTBtWI0D0YqmtIF5ZSlJb6/s640/blogger-image-670358291.jpg"></a></div><br></div>"I'd love to talk to all of you later, " Honey said hesitantly, "but I'm a little tired right now. Could you show me where we stay?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh, of course!" Poca took over. "I'll show you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"But Poca-" Anna broke in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"No more chatting right now, Anna." Poca said. "We can all talk to Honey more later."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'll be sure and chat with you as much as you'd like just as soon as I wake up from my nap." Honey told Anna sweetly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh, ok!" Anna answered, cheered up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsINT8c-PpYrj3TGiGdmpiXch5-c2X97fdJ21sER9CesrvaOCVSiVEgfy3Gz48JFX48D2VX-d-EPpfSISAd8g_Ki1gEwET-rmR2M7CMuYRQJk804cv2TQxHBLPp12-KEGC1aqiGKNnvKt/s640/blogger-image-368566922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsINT8c-PpYrj3TGiGdmpiXch5-c2X97fdJ21sER9CesrvaOCVSiVEgfy3Gz48JFX48D2VX-d-EPpfSISAd8g_Ki1gEwET-rmR2M7CMuYRQJk804cv2TQxHBLPp12-KEGC1aqiGKNnvKt/s640/blogger-image-368566922.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>We all walked over to the table, and Poca and Anna clambered right up. (How I wish Jan would make us some rooms!!!). Honey hesitated, seeing my face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You don't like to climb up the table, do you?" she said carefully.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"No, I don't." I said with a sigh. "It's too high, and I don't like climbing like that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, I can help you climb up if you want." she offered. "My legs are a little longer, so I can pull you up, if you'd like."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"That'd be great!!" I answered with a big smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPet6kdlGcvQSO7HVdVnUxNEpf4DR-bA7WG_BGv0091r_lsQ7RF4rigkUEXnmRgqcVAZKXn1PaRO8YJaxDdYTDDQHN2ixmZ5UrCM_BkwCSxfs1kYxC76Eope0Fn-SxWmNcVXYM7PQE1AH6/s640/blogger-image-1735703768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPet6kdlGcvQSO7HVdVnUxNEpf4DR-bA7WG_BGv0091r_lsQ7RF4rigkUEXnmRgqcVAZKXn1PaRO8YJaxDdYTDDQHN2ixmZ5UrCM_BkwCSxfs1kYxC76Eope0Fn-SxWmNcVXYM7PQE1AH6/s640/blogger-image-1735703768.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So Honey helped me climb up. It was much easier than before, actually!! :-). I'm happy to have Honey here with us, and am certainly so glad that Jan didn't return her to the store. ;-). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I just wish one of us could bring Elsa out of her shell. Perhaps Honey can help?? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ Snow</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-10730449619596999982015-01-12T20:23:00.001-08:002015-01-13T11:59:53.585-08:00Meeting the new gals....Apparently even though Jan brought home a few new gals back in October, she didn't introduce them to me and Poca until today. Whaaaa??? In any event, I'm not sure how it went.<div><br></div><div>Poca and I were just getting ready to go have breakfast this morning.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFK9wFqHnmPuYZCDdns2Bo_eCtktGqpnOMT1XDgIFyU9xVa40_7UWQQUE2CPNwqQgDdUnUMFksKprBos6em1DTr26Br7VnpQwBnFcrrsPsN5CHG08lJTyHnQvUjyv5nQXqug2mH06utWx/s640/blogger-image-1192339942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFK9wFqHnmPuYZCDdns2Bo_eCtktGqpnOMT1XDgIFyU9xVa40_7UWQQUE2CPNwqQgDdUnUMFksKprBos6em1DTr26Br7VnpQwBnFcrrsPsN5CHG08lJTyHnQvUjyv5nQXqug2mH06utWx/s640/blogger-image-1192339942.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca, as usual, climbed down the table with no trouble at all. How in the <i>world </i>does she do that? It's not particularly fair; I'm terrible at it, <i>and</i> I'm afraid of heights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Aren't you coming, Snow?" she asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yeah, yeah, I am", I answered back, gulping as I looked down at the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_msBqR80d58Mvr7vYccRE11o4xx_8KcPw6xDZT7Ph53pjSxiO4TrsQvN0MbxbLyJ-kNpeu30EPEDT3TY2LnaL8MJh5amhcAeJeNmo-IPg-Kw3gQfimtdiQ8-NwQ4z-eC3JtiAwzvQEzQh/s640/blogger-image-1721412573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_msBqR80d58Mvr7vYccRE11o4xx_8KcPw6xDZT7Ph53pjSxiO4TrsQvN0MbxbLyJ-kNpeu30EPEDT3TY2LnaL8MJh5amhcAeJeNmo-IPg-Kw3gQfimtdiQ8-NwQ4z-eC3JtiAwzvQEzQh/s640/blogger-image-1721412573.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I did make it down (oh, and managed to completely trip over my own feet just as I made it to the bottom). I've asked Jan to put a small pile of books next to the table so that I can use them to get down easier. It helps a little bit, but I was kinda more hoping that Jan would get the hint to not always have us sit on top of that table. :/</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61msgQ0qEGiyOpjmv4PBpN0k777Ls-Lm5jk2mRtVNHGj2Y_zZUjxVortXfWLEKTtjADM74v-xH4SS9TzEUFlfE_Yd0jQZw9f3QDWLejQ4OOEkemMw1mg3UGSAAes5V4rj-ppMZYr2pqdf/s640/blogger-image--1143919330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61msgQ0qEGiyOpjmv4PBpN0k777Ls-Lm5jk2mRtVNHGj2Y_zZUjxVortXfWLEKTtjADM74v-xH4SS9TzEUFlfE_Yd0jQZw9f3QDWLejQ4OOEkemMw1mg3UGSAAes5V4rj-ppMZYr2pqdf/s640/blogger-image--1143919330.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca was laughing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You still don't like climbing up and down that table, do you?" she asked between giggles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"No, I don't, <i>Pocahontas." </i>I answered back. I was pretty annoyed. And Poca had the sense to stop laughing. She knows I mean business when I call her Pocahontas instead of Poca. And I know she didn't mean anything by laughing, but it still irked me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuMyhk7sQDVfvjt9hI1O-yGGkgI3cMTjA2hzrZI3AO-QV175LSIcCOcfjYb-PRVcW3ys4w7rK-zhWo7DpTwymXQ2KrvAGeYJ7fw362DQd9Slwzgvt2h6YBi0cvgiGrZNcopeqG_V_-ikR/s640/blogger-image-1762322092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuMyhk7sQDVfvjt9hI1O-yGGkgI3cMTjA2hzrZI3AO-QV175LSIcCOcfjYb-PRVcW3ys4w7rK-zhWo7DpTwymXQ2KrvAGeYJ7fw362DQd9Slwzgvt2h6YBi0cvgiGrZNcopeqG_V_-ikR/s640/blogger-image-1762322092.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We both stopped talking when we heard the sound of Jan's voice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Poca, Snow?" Uh oh, I knew that tone of voice. It was the 'trying to play it totally cool, but trying to make dolls best friends' voice. "There's a couple of new dolls I'd like you two to meet."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca and I shook our heads at each other. We both knew how Jan was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Ok." we both answered. This was probably going to be awkward for the new dolls as well as us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aI8UorT6oBDc_m5U1mmSHoHA45DasdNCmAOLKYmKHzYfiuDPQx9Xex49nN0Ds3gU3sTqbATktNbgkS0EUR2MXTHN8S7I3K0qowVarswyyfoBqIJob_ag1hgfV30WaNNySufV574EKcOR/s640/blogger-image-1417172315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aI8UorT6oBDc_m5U1mmSHoHA45DasdNCmAOLKYmKHzYfiuDPQx9Xex49nN0Ds3gU3sTqbATktNbgkS0EUR2MXTHN8S7I3K0qowVarswyyfoBqIJob_ag1hgfV30WaNNySufV574EKcOR/s640/blogger-image-1417172315.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jan took us over to a different area of the room where two dolls were standing. One of them had strawberry red hair in braids, with a pink cape and hat, and a rather traditional costume-looking outfit. The other had long blond hair in an amazing hairdo, and a blue sparkly gown.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfRO0Rs1sbrdMaAKqf0R2OT-oYO4fO3xPc8_bA_eCV_ZsfJ6e7DLGsvkkyiL0m16K6A015GM7r2xmCQperpvAgfuSPPzjKlmB__jPYT9gOSG7C26spI3h8UbrXLSb_KE7YpZvHLHD3l7m/s640/blogger-image--395213174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfRO0Rs1sbrdMaAKqf0R2OT-oYO4fO3xPc8_bA_eCV_ZsfJ6e7DLGsvkkyiL0m16K6A015GM7r2xmCQperpvAgfuSPPzjKlmB__jPYT9gOSG7C26spI3h8UbrXLSb_KE7YpZvHLHD3l7m/s640/blogger-image--395213174.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Poca approached the two of them first, while I hung behind a bit.</div><div>"Hello!!" Poca said. "I'm Pocahontas, but you can call me Poca."</div><div>"Hi!" the redhaired doll answered. "I'm Anna!! I love chocolate, do you love chocolate?? Sheesh, that ride here in that UPS box was <i>murder!</i> Did you have to ride in a shipping box?" She sounded really excited and hyper, and really outgoing.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaF-uaD1EMub79o_kuWeSoZHyBJCLjb3ioo3QqhRnzF_7Ii2vaLZTTfvDQwwznUiMgGq0S6le73eBF5_1zAE08OFm7fkJ3JHXxB0U4xQ35d8Eg5akVTfesKVG8mPJBOoC35uZ0CVIEWk0/s640/blogger-image--155187808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaF-uaD1EMub79o_kuWeSoZHyBJCLjb3ioo3QqhRnzF_7Ii2vaLZTTfvDQwwznUiMgGq0S6le73eBF5_1zAE08OFm7fkJ3JHXxB0U4xQ35d8Eg5akVTfesKVG8mPJBOoC35uZ0CVIEWk0/s640/blogger-image--155187808.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I approached Anna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hello, I'm Snow White. But I generally am just called Snow." I really wasn't quite sure what to make of Anna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hi, Snow!! I love your hair!! You look much beautifuller than me...wait, not beautifuller, not fuller, just more beautiful!!" I giggled inside a bit. Anna obviously spoke before she thought.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTajNoW3eqsHzvn2vuXO69bbbwueyl_IVjhyF3ZQI_6pRwNzlnxQsnao7yuN8CbwxKcrjq6Vj9L3kzfFVPg2qfdTp6BXK_qU1Q1BRDqzLRccLX1KgDe3iIrj3P3jmAnCyCRMKYO7f7j7x/s640/blogger-image--1724831249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTajNoW3eqsHzvn2vuXO69bbbwueyl_IVjhyF3ZQI_6pRwNzlnxQsnao7yuN8CbwxKcrjq6Vj9L3kzfFVPg2qfdTp6BXK_qU1Q1BRDqzLRccLX1KgDe3iIrj3P3jmAnCyCRMKYO7f7j7x/s640/blogger-image--1724831249.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca now spoke to the other doll.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hello!!" she offered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hello.....I'm Elsa." she replied quietly, in almost a whisper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Wait, Elsa and Anna....you two are from Frozen, right?" I asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"That's right!!" Anna jumped in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Is your dress made of ice, really?" Poca inquired. "I'd think you'd be pretty cold if it was!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh, um no, it's not." Elsa replied in the same quiet tone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Can you make ice and snow, like the character?" Anna asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Anna, isn't that kind of a rude question?" Poca asked gently. "We are dolls, you know, and I don't think we can make ice and snow."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmw1wZJJPkDMOLHcQLll-fgO1ocWATdUfpmnsuiMWEpA0IE53EUaoVisO2s6_x94CEPGw7ZXEFLdhmMsPG-AgUqiG7HnH7_gUzOhxZW2d__jFS9CkSfRNLSB9pOfwFtN0hqFKFcXc9bhj/s640/blogger-image--952483035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmw1wZJJPkDMOLHcQLll-fgO1ocWATdUfpmnsuiMWEpA0IE53EUaoVisO2s6_x94CEPGw7ZXEFLdhmMsPG-AgUqiG7HnH7_gUzOhxZW2d__jFS9CkSfRNLSB9pOfwFtN0hqFKFcXc9bhj/s640/blogger-image--952483035.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I couldn't help but notice that Elsa looked a bit wistful at that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTgaG5PZCteKLU4EfsPQ6ZKtu2YIXwoQB43ydh2oAnpK52HYVLZJsc6uoVqh-9L1eFLvBrgD1uI7_ER6dpy3TvmCzCHD-7xa4GYVhnNqQRBLrivGEb0yp92ApFhsu3jcZvsm0BDufuiTH/s640/blogger-image--1313982775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTgaG5PZCteKLU4EfsPQ6ZKtu2YIXwoQB43ydh2oAnpK52HYVLZJsc6uoVqh-9L1eFLvBrgD1uI7_ER6dpy3TvmCzCHD-7xa4GYVhnNqQRBLrivGEb0yp92ApFhsu3jcZvsm0BDufuiTH/s640/blogger-image--1313982775.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I felt kind of bad for her. It couldn't be easy being expected to make ice and snow just because your movie character did!! I mean, my movie character is great with animals, and don't get me wrong, I do love animals: but I don't think that woodland animals are going to stop whatever they're doing and help me clean a cottage just because I ask them to!! ;-). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's ok," I said, laying a hand on her arm, "you're special just as you are. We aren't all like our movie characters."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmOm3elRO6yny1jMAH7gxFm9cz6VSIZGfyWs7ZAZARh2tlnnn9GkDHN2wa_udiQjpnEyPusPszUHlHJkZGN5LIW7rNWk8uxtCcGsEbx1T9rBqzXGE5EexqU3te3tV1I-SjUQoiM4E8Qup/s640/blogger-image--36146928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmOm3elRO6yny1jMAH7gxFm9cz6VSIZGfyWs7ZAZARh2tlnnn9GkDHN2wa_udiQjpnEyPusPszUHlHJkZGN5LIW7rNWk8uxtCcGsEbx1T9rBqzXGE5EexqU3te3tV1I-SjUQoiM4E8Qup/s640/blogger-image--36146928.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To my surprise, Elsa pulled her arm away very quickly and then looked away, and I jerked my own hand back in surprise. Had I done something wrong? I quickly retreated behind Poca.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrgWmRXrWcvwGeF9ZAPQDWC53d8NDka299F_QanB0uPMy9dU9jJiY1rx75yQ4sUc7CaOqEpM4idi-2jkVVkAEu2On5Xx3Xd9QEs-aWpAvKVe1owPVIk9KGw48w8cFkicv79rDmQ8HvZOL/s640/blogger-image--471333262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrgWmRXrWcvwGeF9ZAPQDWC53d8NDka299F_QanB0uPMy9dU9jJiY1rx75yQ4sUc7CaOqEpM4idi-2jkVVkAEu2On5Xx3Xd9QEs-aWpAvKVe1owPVIk9KGw48w8cFkicv79rDmQ8HvZOL/s640/blogger-image--471333262.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Poca, Anna, and I all looked in surprise at Elsa's quickly retreating back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Elsa, wait!!" Anna called after her, but Elsa didn't slow down at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByjP-qedSMCkJS_XIGBNl0uNfbajXYwNqYq4Tr4FPmSvrTHMBlnH5FDqBkcQAt04vIHE4oIm_EQuXGUXo8EVqWVrxnWfPqnIMA4D98-efjs80PMxS_ihbu2aYDF3qCikPQ-PJ-uQj_0AU/s640/blogger-image-539366453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByjP-qedSMCkJS_XIGBNl0uNfbajXYwNqYq4Tr4FPmSvrTHMBlnH5FDqBkcQAt04vIHE4oIm_EQuXGUXo8EVqWVrxnWfPqnIMA4D98-efjs80PMxS_ihbu2aYDF3qCikPQ-PJ-uQj_0AU/s640/blogger-image-539366453.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We all just kind of stared in stunned silence for a few seconds.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yloeyC5_IE4la2K0YS0zEA4cA5r_-cv-yKqkbMVPLymBp9kNRivzpmmECm9RvCdCecR8V1SFhylwEBrXp54gjl_ZfM85Z4qn-v-n9sh2UsdLhD8p_-xbN-H4zbxGARN5j0L5G8tMvLbX/s640/blogger-image-1287588816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yloeyC5_IE4la2K0YS0zEA4cA5r_-cv-yKqkbMVPLymBp9kNRivzpmmECm9RvCdCecR8V1SFhylwEBrXp54gjl_ZfM85Z4qn-v-n9sh2UsdLhD8p_-xbN-H4zbxGARN5j0L5G8tMvLbX/s640/blogger-image-1287588816.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anna recovered first.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Um, don't look at me, guys." she said. "I really don't know Elsa very well myself. I only met her a couple days ago, and she really doesn't talk to me much. I think she's upset about something."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca and I both only offered a quiet "oh" in response.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QJOWcEf86h0Zy9TkD1DTA9SI388P08Ip_0gtkKf7b1lH77lnZO9Lod0Lxc0W_pxFssVXgu41R5cAsZ412OBWDhuvbnpjbtbqa0zQ60h5IUDMJynHwj9YSfCrp8kF5Hnm1Zyu36voTMR8/s640/blogger-image--1991947952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QJOWcEf86h0Zy9TkD1DTA9SI388P08Ip_0gtkKf7b1lH77lnZO9Lod0Lxc0W_pxFssVXgu41R5cAsZ412OBWDhuvbnpjbtbqa0zQ60h5IUDMJynHwj9YSfCrp8kF5Hnm1Zyu36voTMR8/s640/blogger-image--1991947952.jpg"></a></div><br></div>"So, um, where do we stay?" Anna asked to break the silence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"We'll show you." Poca responded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We guided her over to the table, which Anna stared up at with an unreadable expression.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hyvjj5YvZf0oIy9brbFa8gNG0DXRFqfj4CnR7iOFsurP6oveHgB1JA-twiLCIio1awkjB5nb10ujNX5YSynqOqfpbNmTA8oopC6Pz01YVYMCwdUmfWF-2SzT_T6OxdSiLz5sW95L2d40/s640/blogger-image--184634199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hyvjj5YvZf0oIy9brbFa8gNG0DXRFqfj4CnR7iOFsurP6oveHgB1JA-twiLCIio1awkjB5nb10ujNX5YSynqOqfpbNmTA8oopC6Pz01YVYMCwdUmfWF-2SzT_T6OxdSiLz5sW95L2d40/s640/blogger-image--184634199.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Suddenly she let out a <i>very </i>loud "Whoo hoo!!!!" and proceeded to climb up the table like it was nothing. Thankfully, none of the humans besides Jan were home, or they probably would've heard her!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsbu44MK5ZmS40sUyhBL304FlFgrirL_8TS3O86gKCJ7HKbnqiRh1GurwE3vbxekUns4FHWNYgutPdzHI_Uv3uzcQWIqbmf9ftCD5WWJxbdRIDkqsXBClvL5rm7mt60PxR3rQo9-Y78-i/s640/blogger-image-1933926958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsbu44MK5ZmS40sUyhBL304FlFgrirL_8TS3O86gKCJ7HKbnqiRh1GurwE3vbxekUns4FHWNYgutPdzHI_Uv3uzcQWIqbmf9ftCD5WWJxbdRIDkqsXBClvL5rm7mt60PxR3rQo9-Y78-i/s640/blogger-image-1933926958.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hey, aren't you coming up?' she called down to us. "This is fantastic!!" I did a very dramatic face-palm. Yippee, another doll who is extremely good at climbing and makes me look like a nincompoop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX9lWbNZv2UD0JyOBpfWuDILE1729M25Gc6ZOl4Pv8CR4dF82ckMMa5Ka0AOWRYyaqCBcTPeRLamBG5cZFXmgnMEHgvFOUWsnzRW14eK9XD4V9nRObeqQq9fImuJUj_PvDNPbZP8smsCV/s640/blogger-image-693271584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX9lWbNZv2UD0JyOBpfWuDILE1729M25Gc6ZOl4Pv8CR4dF82ckMMa5Ka0AOWRYyaqCBcTPeRLamBG5cZFXmgnMEHgvFOUWsnzRW14eK9XD4V9nRObeqQq9fImuJUj_PvDNPbZP8smsCV/s640/blogger-image-693271584.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I think we've got an outdoor explorer on our hands." Poca whispered to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17U-4TzoLMioqygxUMjaFWxtQPwG0YrPAvxyRrpmZ_06SXcSZ3YOFjh5aceMEA1TVFFsoLiyCoe8GO75k7qAcTmkG5SE1p4tggswBNolSbtuQNNb4M6HCwh7tzK5q1mHKxFenxlsPqVBu/s640/blogger-image-36386137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17U-4TzoLMioqygxUMjaFWxtQPwG0YrPAvxyRrpmZ_06SXcSZ3YOFjh5aceMEA1TVFFsoLiyCoe8GO75k7qAcTmkG5SE1p4tggswBNolSbtuQNNb4M6HCwh7tzK5q1mHKxFenxlsPqVBu/s640/blogger-image-36386137.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And then Poca proceeded to also climb up the side of the table as if it were nothing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxLnCuW6asORI5Nlabm6v_Kl3POrcG1IW2vgzBwlba-709rnsovd6Su0XdB97FPy8p5KbE1V-OwsIEmOmxoRY44U19FMT90HWHlvB8qD9MXQGkkH40u3MXhlmCvsF6hgPVBJpmusJ_7vQ/s640/blogger-image--2042342439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxLnCuW6asORI5Nlabm6v_Kl3POrcG1IW2vgzBwlba-709rnsovd6Su0XdB97FPy8p5KbE1V-OwsIEmOmxoRY44U19FMT90HWHlvB8qD9MXQGkkH40u3MXhlmCvsF6hgPVBJpmusJ_7vQ/s640/blogger-image--2042342439.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now the two of them were up there peering down at me over the side of the table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Ok, fine, I'm coming." I grumbled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOQTthjzl3XuGVcOca60o_VkK8fMRBlg0NbtZj146d5XeszrdbYDdeKVv4ORYBeiNQvWNKtL8wzrhi_OwsmxTVgGKhCFnimUzOP3hiU8fohF8ml-YSwPI7GYqaLxtw164vpbMzfyK30W4/s640/blogger-image-1056368184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOQTthjzl3XuGVcOca60o_VkK8fMRBlg0NbtZj146d5XeszrdbYDdeKVv4ORYBeiNQvWNKtL8wzrhi_OwsmxTVgGKhCFnimUzOP3hiU8fohF8ml-YSwPI7GYqaLxtw164vpbMzfyK30W4/s640/blogger-image-1056368184.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I climbed up the small pile of books...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMrQbXwa2ycFnsjie3AN-TeAndxmngPO_GTp0l3QAeUlmcZjne86NwrXer6A6GD1KFnvYlowVzjXPMI43N2YQ5gw9AQeUazD3buToqwS50hbfV9VXyf6tQ7KpTIhnkfJSjvMgfux4BOms/s640/blogger-image--1435193890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMrQbXwa2ycFnsjie3AN-TeAndxmngPO_GTp0l3QAeUlmcZjne86NwrXer6A6GD1KFnvYlowVzjXPMI43N2YQ5gw9AQeUazD3buToqwS50hbfV9VXyf6tQ7KpTIhnkfJSjvMgfux4BOms/s640/blogger-image--1435193890.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...gripped the drawer pull as hard as I could....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT_lfiY6ONjLQFZfeEFptj3GGAXfZWD7uNGqNawwXS9TKpwiPBgQuSAlfQ0Pcxd4FuxA9H_Au4qiYNHYjg9zZzG-HyM0DTkzPxyLHd7EsHvOUNs0HFttQ28r3f3euyP9rV_Qs4xsomLr0/s640/blogger-image-463223356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT_lfiY6ONjLQFZfeEFptj3GGAXfZWD7uNGqNawwXS9TKpwiPBgQuSAlfQ0Pcxd4FuxA9H_Au4qiYNHYjg9zZzG-HyM0DTkzPxyLHd7EsHvOUNs0HFttQ28r3f3euyP9rV_Qs4xsomLr0/s640/blogger-image-463223356.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...and somehow swung myself up to the tabletop, where Anna helped to pull me up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBH4jU1o8hU_OaXQB8TXHVA4_joKaqFv3fhkoPj42Cd-Czw_fdTX_QxDj4SIqB0OBo8wfBboCfRpn9cdM8s63wqWztXP7LSbNlTAO2Oc6uyQLjDghuM4D0mHUcBGN03k5hCsaLslevG4n/s640/blogger-image--247876120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBH4jU1o8hU_OaXQB8TXHVA4_joKaqFv3fhkoPj42Cd-Czw_fdTX_QxDj4SIqB0OBo8wfBboCfRpn9cdM8s63wqWztXP7LSbNlTAO2Oc6uyQLjDghuM4D0mHUcBGN03k5hCsaLslevG4n/s640/blogger-image--247876120.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I grunted and sat down, irritated. Poca and Anna continued to look over the side of the table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Ok, guys, show is over." I called over to them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"What show?" Poca asked, confused.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"The little show called 'watching Snow look like a twit climbing up the table'" I retorted. I knew I was being snarky, but I was a little offended.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWh3Eut8YofbKL-gpHSWHk4bnLyeCC7bxgJ1diFGAgfsaWKqN_ehuJKcalV4DCAMU2wFI1xQCiPWZEG6KAANiCDy6_m2DV4RaVbQ8xOIANYqLVEFTWhuRdJJJmDzEqg74eU1Evah0Aij3/s640/blogger-image--38061633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWh3Eut8YofbKL-gpHSWHk4bnLyeCC7bxgJ1diFGAgfsaWKqN_ehuJKcalV4DCAMU2wFI1xQCiPWZEG6KAANiCDy6_m2DV4RaVbQ8xOIANYqLVEFTWhuRdJJJmDzEqg74eU1Evah0Aij3/s640/blogger-image--38061633.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Poca and Anna both pulled themselves to sitting positions. Anna scooted over to sit by me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm sorry if I offended you." she said. "I just like doing athletic things, like climbing up to high places and all that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I really hadn't meant to make Anna feel bad, especially since this was her first day with us on the table. Now I wished I could take my snarky remarks back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's ok," I replied. "I was just getting offended easily. Don't worry about it."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anna instantly looked relieved, and my own face relaxed as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJP_hwQZjvK8EUn76xP-uWD59AuEI0KKZclo-zoz2JFFp_LSaupXwaxgYZaSNagy1ReeSYm8s_HJqK4D9uta33N7a7gG-re3SpCFl7RfVh13pRj10x_ZXBbF5pnGyj2W-ohKH3VDvjvZ4/s640/blogger-image-1557360948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJP_hwQZjvK8EUn76xP-uWD59AuEI0KKZclo-zoz2JFFp_LSaupXwaxgYZaSNagy1ReeSYm8s_HJqK4D9uta33N7a7gG-re3SpCFl7RfVh13pRj10x_ZXBbF5pnGyj2W-ohKH3VDvjvZ4/s640/blogger-image-1557360948.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Um, you guys, look over there." Poca said, gesturing towards a box a few feet away. Elsa was sitting on it all by herself, looking very lonesome and sad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Do you think we should go sit with her?" Anna asked. "She looks kind of unhappy."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I don't know." Poca answered slowly. "She also kind of looks like she wants to be alone right now, in some way."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I looked over at Elsa and frowned. It couldn't feel nice to be unhappy like that. What was the matter with her? Could I maybe help her? We'll have to see how this goes....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAjUaiy-6nSwfHkeAMyfBL44b5VO7iwcSzZy9E5IcQdgQCDzJs3zcgkupLGP88-YQussMvE64348HTFKh6L_DWs7i2ppJTDM_3MClqQCFv9TogyN7viBcPJAAwcyzGzBA2SIzaoFSHroe/s640/blogger-image--1702034034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAjUaiy-6nSwfHkeAMyfBL44b5VO7iwcSzZy9E5IcQdgQCDzJs3zcgkupLGP88-YQussMvE64348HTFKh6L_DWs7i2ppJTDM_3MClqQCFv9TogyN7viBcPJAAwcyzGzBA2SIzaoFSHroe/s640/blogger-image--1702034034.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~ Snow</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-11497300420851901912014-10-30T13:57:00.001-07:002014-10-30T13:58:21.198-07:00I know.....WHERE DID I GO???I know, I know, I haven't posted in a month. I don't really have an excuse, except its been pretty hectic around here, and I haven't gotten a chance to use Jan's IPad to post without the other humans noticing. And then when I did have a chance, I found out only later....and I kind of was taking a nap at the time? Oops!! :/. <div><br></div><div>In any event, I do want to thank whatever readers I have left after that long posting break for not giving up on me!! :-). I will try to get a post up over the next week. A few new dolls have been around here, and I'm not quite sure what to make of them. The good news (I think) is that Pocahontas and I are definitely spending more time together, and I suppose you could call us friends. It still irks be every time Jan comes around when Poca and I are chatting, and she grins like a Cheshire Cat. Ooohhh, those humans are annoying at times!! Anyway, to make my main point: no, I didn't abandon my blog. And look forward to a post sometime this week (a <i>good</i> one, I promise!!). And thank you for still reading my blog!!</div>Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-72169383284456569052014-10-01T06:36:00.001-07:002014-10-01T06:36:26.894-07:00No, I didn't forget about my blog already. ;-)Hello, everyone!! :-). First, I'm thrilled that I already have three followers. <i style="font-weight: bold; ">Three!!!!</i> :O. Thank you so much, everyone!! :-). I never thought I'd get that many, especially not this soon. So thank to each of my three followers from the very bottom of my (plastic) heart!! ;-)<div><br></div><div>Second of all, no I didn't forget about my blog already. ;-). I'm getting a new post together, and I'll have it up hopefully by the end of the week. I'm still figuring out how to use these computer gadgets! ;-). </div><div><br></div><div>And third, just thank you so very much everyone, for reading my blog!! :-). I really appreciate it so much. </div><div><br></div><div>Ok, I think that's about it. :-). Stay tuned for my new post!!!</div>Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-35364423976199788372014-09-27T12:05:00.001-07:002014-09-27T12:05:55.456-07:00A Day Outside...aka Jan being silly...again.<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The other day Jan sent me and Pocahontas outside to 'get acquainted' again. Seriously, I don't know if she is aware of it, but that excuse gets old very fast. We aren't going to become best buds overnight, okay Jan? How long does it take to get that drilled into your head?! Really. Anyways.... </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I don't really know how she expected us to talk at all, because she went on a photoshoot rampage and took fifty million pictures of each of us. They do look rather nice, though. :)</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzbJeGOlFVQ8G_aWQbo08_GIMpSJKa86Pg99BpNX33B_PBtYLGUhVqGvNrc49RFSXU454clKqV3ktWNEJX-uBNr9UKh-NSpFH5Bf6v0N_79Ls730LQ8Uv5i9oXAdGdc9iCi4eMPxh71TC/s640/blogger-image-1547080152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzbJeGOlFVQ8G_aWQbo08_GIMpSJKa86Pg99BpNX33B_PBtYLGUhVqGvNrc49RFSXU454clKqV3ktWNEJX-uBNr9UKh-NSpFH5Bf6v0N_79Ls730LQ8Uv5i9oXAdGdc9iCi4eMPxh71TC/s640/blogger-image-1547080152.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDb621cq-BrYMIjQkf8sOEDncn_E1monkDYRb5YU2SxczKhPygLTqVse070e1GUtXyAlM0agPIEEiI79V7w1XdU5ySZbebpvPiU4VFSwbUvrucv87na32-b3Hb2lnVSW9B2-QXS7a6akZy/s640/blogger-image--762056086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDb621cq-BrYMIjQkf8sOEDncn_E1monkDYRb5YU2SxczKhPygLTqVse070e1GUtXyAlM0agPIEEiI79V7w1XdU5ySZbebpvPiU4VFSwbUvrucv87na32-b3Hb2lnVSW9B2-QXS7a6akZy/s640/blogger-image--762056086.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhd5gQVqxbGmvGgQrzNffLDGBKCfOyiIqIkZWV6uzR14am8HqlwYnUegaNkk3QuH_6PWrPt0xgTEzBGu8zhuYVxsJO5Nz_5GHrarNQ_NBX8RN5DCX6kWlmWRN-R-ukrITuCBlZAwoPjHBX/s640/blogger-image-1653065173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhd5gQVqxbGmvGgQrzNffLDGBKCfOyiIqIkZWV6uzR14am8HqlwYnUegaNkk3QuH_6PWrPt0xgTEzBGu8zhuYVxsJO5Nz_5GHrarNQ_NBX8RN5DCX6kWlmWRN-R-ukrITuCBlZAwoPjHBX/s640/blogger-image-1653065173.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQTLMYxYyhWh1w-xtnzB6lM7pKze95rMpH2C1sSoJSsg4HK7U1HPKhymyhLY7bjy_E8mTYiJ3fPLPy_UU8ILfSt6Zl8NajKfSYu36TOu-W2Gw-PNY4vuuUfEM_TpzmLjScD1dlOMePi1X/s640/blogger-image-288404148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQTLMYxYyhWh1w-xtnzB6lM7pKze95rMpH2C1sSoJSsg4HK7U1HPKhymyhLY7bjy_E8mTYiJ3fPLPy_UU8ILfSt6Zl8NajKfSYu36TOu-W2Gw-PNY4vuuUfEM_TpzmLjScD1dlOMePi1X/s640/blogger-image-288404148.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ohoBgEUSywx-0cQPAUBbc2XodreDxCFfsx5J_SDKJthR77tWu-_r42VJShgUbvbQIz45AXyc3mLqC6fTAw2uDYEpx_KTKoiy4PRf82eZOJe4czIDLhN6SrhKGun_Ffgwvg2nBWo49ror/s640/blogger-image--1142573910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ohoBgEUSywx-0cQPAUBbc2XodreDxCFfsx5J_SDKJthR77tWu-_r42VJShgUbvbQIz45AXyc3mLqC6fTAw2uDYEpx_KTKoiy4PRf82eZOJe4czIDLhN6SrhKGun_Ffgwvg2nBWo49ror/s640/blogger-image--1142573910.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And that's just a few of them!! :). Anyways, after that I went off to look at some pretty flowers that were nearby, but sheesh, it was both windy and chilly, so I had to hold on to my hair to make sure it didn't get messed up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixG8lji2sT3GWMAjap6nDLA5CIb9SlRqMEeSlQY0FAQmAR6_gHiavyOSRqJorrNqgV388WLidLZub_sXLAllTypORVzGyCrIfWlc9oBaAU5c4JryP3MLvJBzFM61K5XSWLzW9HDO-_FNBl/s640/blogger-image-294692292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixG8lji2sT3GWMAjap6nDLA5CIb9SlRqMEeSlQY0FAQmAR6_gHiavyOSRqJorrNqgV388WLidLZub_sXLAllTypORVzGyCrIfWlc9oBaAU5c4JryP3MLvJBzFM61K5XSWLzW9HDO-_FNBl/s640/blogger-image-294692292.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By this point, Jan left us alone, so we kind of just went exploring. Finally, I said something, because the silence was getting pretty thick.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"So, um, this is kind of awkward, isn't it?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"You too? Glad I'm not the only one!" Pocahontas giggled. "Does she expect us to be best friends overnight? I mean, I have nothing against you, but uh, you know what I mean." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Trust me, I do. Jan gets a little annoying, doesn't she?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Um, yes. Couldn't she have realized my box was upside down in the Disney store bag on the way here??" Pocahontas dramatically pretended to faint.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I had to stifle a giggle there. I thought I was the only one whose box was upside down. Anyways, Pocahontas was apparently quite the dramatic!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Yes, my box was upside down too. Oh, look at that pinecone!!" I had spotted a cool looking pinecone on a nearby tree. "I'm going to try and get it down." I reached up, but couldn't quite reach it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGxeZ-6dgkREViwFGNeAbrczv8yRT3t9PV_LwArUWz2_3wzKt3Z1RQPTrHbeKNeWFVgV6tIVoeONpjVrWKgQ6cSgKLvmFdCFtLWHYvwvGet1rvrz3kPQYAEZRNvkWE6jrLK9SF6g_P62X/s640/blogger-image--364949383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGxeZ-6dgkREViwFGNeAbrczv8yRT3t9PV_LwArUWz2_3wzKt3Z1RQPTrHbeKNeWFVgV6tIVoeONpjVrWKgQ6cSgKLvmFdCFtLWHYvwvGet1rvrz3kPQYAEZRNvkWE6jrLK9SF6g_P62X/s640/blogger-image--364949383.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pocahontas meanwhile climbed up a tree, nimble as a....um, I don't know, but she was really fast!!! ;)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAIo8axhbWvN4WzeaOiDUfekuV2i12BGdUoEnOYuhWDhnCF0yc6fjIzkRo1brXYizjKSO4ZQ9cdR5Xuou4cbxRkOSS_0eULDKGnlCYYCmLnoPc-1V3XLIWE_ods-j2oGHot1KIPHqGuI2/s640/blogger-image--1657381753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAIo8axhbWvN4WzeaOiDUfekuV2i12BGdUoEnOYuhWDhnCF0yc6fjIzkRo1brXYizjKSO4ZQ9cdR5Xuou4cbxRkOSS_0eULDKGnlCYYCmLnoPc-1V3XLIWE_ods-j2oGHot1KIPHqGuI2/s640/blogger-image--1657381753.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Want to join me up here?" she called. It looked kind of fun, but the thought of climbing uo that high kind of made me queasy. What if I fell?</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Er, no thanks!" I called up to her. "I think I'll stay down here." Pocahontas looked a little disappointed, and I felt really bad. I mean, it wasn't a personal thing!! I just don't enjoy climbing up like 5 times my height, ok? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pocahontas climbed down and we continued walking along. Suddenly she bolted ahead and started jumping around excitedly. Now what?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Look!" she said. "It's a real mushroom!!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Um, so?" I replied. Frankly I thought the mushroom was a bit ugly. It had these wierd-looking things stuck all over it. Pocahontas, though, apparently thought it was really cool.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgo6quzhETtabIqA6ibMAOHcaGKlk2diOQtyvqg0nORGDxw1CqqICq1iYQUQ3CcNAUapUO7YqIRfVOrhz0AqQxDE6JVqVZyZtDj0eAXw5j3f-zm4gSW0vsmgkBynuRqs1-C3GE-ERis-e/s640/blogger-image--971442453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgo6quzhETtabIqA6ibMAOHcaGKlk2diOQtyvqg0nORGDxw1CqqICq1iYQUQ3CcNAUapUO7YqIRfVOrhz0AqQxDE6JVqVZyZtDj0eAXw5j3f-zm4gSW0vsmgkBynuRqs1-C3GE-ERis-e/s640/blogger-image--971442453.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I stood off to the side while she exclaimed over every last minuscule detail of this...uh, what did she call it? Oh yeah, mushroom. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLNJ94xny-J7jlsh_FzW67xxmq_MQH48RpPp8Bp8hUXXcZeipgCDc5-iDuDZD4pqv8byBhkzMtiYFoDWkOR4s0RsVRxeI5EwoV_Z-9JPWC9VVcAMpBumniud1Mh1qfAf6kRolZ9k67Axn/s640/blogger-image-1753879206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLNJ94xny-J7jlsh_FzW67xxmq_MQH48RpPp8Bp8hUXXcZeipgCDc5-iDuDZD4pqv8byBhkzMtiYFoDWkOR4s0RsVRxeI5EwoV_Z-9JPWC9VVcAMpBumniud1Mh1qfAf6kRolZ9k67Axn/s640/blogger-image-1753879206.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When she was <i>finally</i> done, we continued on until we came to this bench.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Hey, let's climb up!!" Pocahontas exclaimed. "We could have a much better view from up there!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I peered up at it. It <i>was</i> a little shorter of a climb than the tree, but I still wasn't sure. But Pocahontas had already started to climb up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUXuj6neJOWuYBkMges844rOHdIrLd56TlyYyf57k2YXMiIPLncY90667mBv_b8jK6evezKRiN94bPZYZl3YyeB7tLaNr_adHu7vGf0nRBdu4WGwmkfaBxyP3tksEA6Pd7l9_93cqA4-7/s640/blogger-image--63587691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUXuj6neJOWuYBkMges844rOHdIrLd56TlyYyf57k2YXMiIPLncY90667mBv_b8jK6evezKRiN94bPZYZl3YyeB7tLaNr_adHu7vGf0nRBdu4WGwmkfaBxyP3tksEA6Pd7l9_93cqA4-7/s640/blogger-image--63587691.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then promptly jumped back down.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Argh, this hair!!" she cried dramatically. "It always gets in my way!" Apparently she is quite dramatic or something.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Well, why don't you ask Jan to put it up in a braid for you?" I put forth timidly. "Maybe then it wouldn't get in your way." Personally, I thought she was out of her mind. I would <i style="font-weight: bold; ">love </i>to have hair like hers. Mine is short, and you also can't do anything with it. Not even put it in a ponytail. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qp9VUyG3l1qurb_2xwptA0i6kGQ9Q3YYYVbJKA4CrcVJB9eLkXJIWy3yom-jELxibdtuaw-rco-1Bick-LIDvSeYyehxjkFnj1B52wSv_WJmSk6u1bCvkzoDvkWyCZb1R4fZmTrlzpRU/s640/blogger-image--923873205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qp9VUyG3l1qurb_2xwptA0i6kGQ9Q3YYYVbJKA4CrcVJB9eLkXJIWy3yom-jELxibdtuaw-rco-1Bick-LIDvSeYyehxjkFnj1B52wSv_WJmSk6u1bCvkzoDvkWyCZb1R4fZmTrlzpRU/s640/blogger-image--923873205.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Just then Jan walked up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"How are you two getting along?" she asked. I rolled my eyes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"All I know is that I'm just going to <i>die</i> if this hair isn't out of my way soon!" Pocahontas exclaimed. Jan stifled a smile.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I said that maybe you could put it up in a braid for her." I added. Jan nodded.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I think that could be arranged." she said. "Want me to do it now?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Yes!" Pocahontas added.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnELM7a7if2gd06vvqOJ2OlYE0J24Blt78gg9isepU9JuK9Wi2Hr2GMNtqg39l5jljvSIsiAMWgFd5tRlXWvJVXsbcdcet9ZZ2C46HJt9vL-4xUWvGcUHUxLt4ZhuDHQkj4S35zsoE67XR/s640/blogger-image--1829740716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnELM7a7if2gd06vvqOJ2OlYE0J24Blt78gg9isepU9JuK9Wi2Hr2GMNtqg39l5jljvSIsiAMWgFd5tRlXWvJVXsbcdcet9ZZ2C46HJt9vL-4xUWvGcUHUxLt4ZhuDHQkj4S35zsoE67XR/s640/blogger-image--1829740716.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After Jan had finished, Pocahontas twirled around and showed her new hairstyle to me. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"How does it look?" she asked.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewnMIcS5eWWTQ9yszTw4Ax-fstAteIbN6JYOXFucEMZoQ4G3wphxZEs5I9nSX9ITIjecP05nYr8a9Tto7fCJCAza6hQ41zK7G-chjT-ioEEfHAUfMqpUQAJb-0pbHZWO5j5JlFrrq5z9k/s640/blogger-image-912367476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewnMIcS5eWWTQ9yszTw4Ax-fstAteIbN6JYOXFucEMZoQ4G3wphxZEs5I9nSX9ITIjecP05nYr8a9Tto7fCJCAza6hQ41zK7G-chjT-ioEEfHAUfMqpUQAJb-0pbHZWO5j5JlFrrq5z9k/s640/blogger-image-912367476.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sYuEk8M5vemkSbwFUzI5F9vYFMbQDrVBP09QkCUqySnCYxN4rdfMk3TXnBHJp3n_f0vrDYWwG3fDrJJ2exFl16piJ8gKlCylaIzugj-t0aT8sAAMv2suFCapyPFsnPixIC4TB1j1eAgc/s640/blogger-image-1898303000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sYuEk8M5vemkSbwFUzI5F9vYFMbQDrVBP09QkCUqySnCYxN4rdfMk3TXnBHJp3n_f0vrDYWwG3fDrJJ2exFl16piJ8gKlCylaIzugj-t0aT8sAAMv2suFCapyPFsnPixIC4TB1j1eAgc/s640/blogger-image-1898303000.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"It looks great." I assured her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Thanks, Snow." she replied.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Well, I guess that's taken care of." Jan said. "I have to go do my schoolwork right now, so come back in when you're done exploring."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Ok!" we said at the exact same time. Jan left</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZE3KprpwQf4Nzpvn__CrsjzqOnioO1x6bG2RXaXJ95OfXgANoHa5MGjsSEhkWRBzd3lxoFev5ZwQUbOekbn2ndw4nUTK_XQyUloOCKaiK0ZvKddamUWaTjMyUfedG9sIlF7d-Xh3kTj-I/s640/blogger-image--1385400554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZE3KprpwQf4Nzpvn__CrsjzqOnioO1x6bG2RXaXJ95OfXgANoHa5MGjsSEhkWRBzd3lxoFev5ZwQUbOekbn2ndw4nUTK_XQyUloOCKaiK0ZvKddamUWaTjMyUfedG9sIlF7d-Xh3kTj-I/s640/blogger-image--1385400554.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Well, want to try getting up on that bench again?" Pocahontas said excitedly. She climbed up in about five seconds. How does she <i>do</i> that?? It'd probably take me like half an hour.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMtGCYjt3vwIvNR0P__yDrCAJyMvz3KwaPKV2vYHljBJy5s2SdNB1LE3eFd42Uso-7LCEedcUEkJ6aGvn_DEfZmnLqQWjDU2K7bpB9n9ujitDuyY01Jl5LORUqafhYDHhllHQblbRIa-J/s640/blogger-image-1231442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMtGCYjt3vwIvNR0P__yDrCAJyMvz3KwaPKV2vYHljBJy5s2SdNB1LE3eFd42Uso-7LCEedcUEkJ6aGvn_DEfZmnLqQWjDU2K7bpB9n9ujitDuyY01Jl5LORUqafhYDHhllHQblbRIa-J/s640/blogger-image-1231442.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b0wh6aJ9MEM_PEPF_FSEFC4oHEQ1RukVzHJIrcmIHfJDlZtPLdzHbo_vajC_dSbOfz9SMChHHpfinqX9Q3VwkQXWVPyyPKdnTNo9flZI8qtcTVqVRpRBw_h5c2h0Opjrjtwv9ohiCKGm/s640/blogger-image-1417531360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b0wh6aJ9MEM_PEPF_FSEFC4oHEQ1RukVzHJIrcmIHfJDlZtPLdzHbo_vajC_dSbOfz9SMChHHpfinqX9Q3VwkQXWVPyyPKdnTNo9flZI8qtcTVqVRpRBw_h5c2h0Opjrjtwv9ohiCKGm/s640/blogger-image-1417531360.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She leaned over the edge of the bench.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"It's really nice up here." she said. "I can help you up if you want." I looked up at the bench again. It still seemed very high...and a <i>very</i> long way to fall! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Er, that's ok." I said, hoping I didn't hurt her feelings.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Oh, well ok." she replied, her face falling. I think I did hurt her feelings. I needed to say something, and fast.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I'll come up next time we're outside!" I blurted. Oohh, I'm going to regret that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Really? Promise?" she asked, her face lighting up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Yes, of course. I promise." I said. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Great!!" Pocahontas had a grin a mile wide. "Do you want to go back inside now?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Sure."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih10bFgB60qHP9ue3pXnU0_p6wIUS4RvfQbGzMCzOeSulCNp-e4I_d3SJnt3An_Lz10ZJW9rXC-RBMjCh0OgneheG3xyQaokpekE51qdiJLWJvuwiJBejS2yxoqo9BjmpghwS3A7U87Q4b/s640/blogger-image-1972337225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih10bFgB60qHP9ue3pXnU0_p6wIUS4RvfQbGzMCzOeSulCNp-e4I_d3SJnt3An_Lz10ZJW9rXC-RBMjCh0OgneheG3xyQaokpekE51qdiJLWJvuwiJBejS2yxoqo9BjmpghwS3A7U87Q4b/s640/blogger-image-1972337225.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As soon as we got back inside, we climbed up the leg of the display table.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Ugh." I said, as soon as we made it to the top. "Couldn't the table be a little shorter so we could climb up easier?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I know, right?" Pocahontas replied. "But anyways, we made it." At that moment, Jan and hr sister started singing Let it Go in the next room.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Oh, brother." Pocahontas groaned. "Do those girls have <i>any</i> idea whatsoever how horrible they sound singing?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Um, probably not." I said. 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Pocahontas asked. "It's offending my ears!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Yes, but I have no idea if they'd get mad or not, and I don't want to find out!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pocahontas laughed at that one. We actually were starting to chat like friends. Maybe Jan was right. No, no, no. No way am I going to prove her right. That isn't fair. Pocahontas was nice, sure, but I don't want Jan getting a swelled head or something and thinking she's right on everything. Besides, then she'd probably think I should always listen to her. 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Pocahontas clapped her hand over her mouth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Hope she didn't hear us complaining about her singing." she whispered to me out of the corner of her mouth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Me too."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihIzbN2GQ2ayDwUcmqRk-s_p11-YVKFnaI-L2X40PP4S2MCtI1d-UvfB82kZ-wT_RqlFDhJwZQEPBu18ELP078cThLGAdjWP00x2g5amq6tMXKhHWgStafYlGVpZnBCkErM6HS9kouMuH/s640/blogger-image-2059674746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihIzbN2GQ2ayDwUcmqRk-s_p11-YVKFnaI-L2X40PP4S2MCtI1d-UvfB82kZ-wT_RqlFDhJwZQEPBu18ELP078cThLGAdjWP00x2g5amq6tMXKhHWgStafYlGVpZnBCkErM6HS9kouMuH/s640/blogger-image-2059674746.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Would you like some chocolate?" Jan asked. "It's Hershey's."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Chocolate??? Really!!!" Pocahontas exclaimed. "Oh my goodness, I LOVE chocolate. I <i>adore </i>it. It's like the best thing ever....." Pocahontas glanced around and noticed both me and Jan looking at her funny for being so overly dramatic about how she loves chocolate.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Oh, um, sorry." she said, blushing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"No, it's fine." Jan said. "Glad you like it." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLdtabX8_hAtwFtP1dF_RkifDVqNHSNCahQ__eIjXfNcqbbLQBVFNYk1z6mN054Cs2_nG8CsoMdiAI8K69wCAeYi3frMPCbHjxOB1DHG9xqnprJ0qlL0OME3XeUxbuKGRAEiPEgABLoMq/s640/blogger-image--479161972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLdtabX8_hAtwFtP1dF_RkifDVqNHSNCahQ__eIjXfNcqbbLQBVFNYk1z6mN054Cs2_nG8CsoMdiAI8K69wCAeYi3frMPCbHjxOB1DHG9xqnprJ0qlL0OME3XeUxbuKGRAEiPEgABLoMq/s640/blogger-image--479161972.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So Jan broke off a little bar from the chocolate, and handed us each a piece. 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"Well, you know I fell smack on my rear end when I got down from the table. I really need to figure out how to get down off of here better!" I said, giggling. "Anyways, I kind of leaped for the doorknob, used all my weight to turn it, and then let go. I fell down pretty hard from there too. But it was cool looking around outside."</div>
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Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459153719480295869.post-77291609456612958012014-09-24T10:43:00.001-07:002014-09-24T10:43:09.922-07:00Hello everyone!!Hi, everyone! My name is Snow, and I am a Disney classic Snow White doll. A human named Jan got me at the Disney store a few days ago. Have you guys got <i>any </i>idea how horrible that box is??? You can't move at all! I wanted a blog so I can write about what I do everyday, since, well let's face it, sometimes being a doll gets a little boring. The humans are all busy, and you just have to sit on a shelf not moving. Jan knows I'm alive, but I don't know if anyone else here does. Anyways, i had to ride in the car all the way upside down in the bag. There was another doll box next to me, but I couldn't see who was in it. I felt a little light headed when Jan took me out of the bag. I mean, I'd been upside down for quite a little while. I don't think Jan realized, because she apologized when she took me out. So far Jan seems ok, but she apparently also got a Pocahontas doll at the Disney store too. I know that because as soon as she'd gotten me out of that gross box (seriously, its horrible), she plopped me on her 'Disney display table' as she calls it, right next to the Pocahontas doll. Hello??? Awkward alert!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x8dLyi1ubJs/VCMCqrGQm0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SX1HneCOVOg/s640/blogger-image-1432257911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x8dLyi1ubJs/VCMCqrGQm0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SX1HneCOVOg/s640/blogger-image-1432257911.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I mean, I don't even know her. I suppose Jan thought we were supposed to all of a sudden become best buds. -_- Really! I mean, we may be dolls, but we have feelings too! I think Pocahontas was feeling a little awkward too. Then, as soon as she made sure we weren't going to fall off or something, Jan left us to 'get acquainted'. Well, don't count on you coming back and we're best friends. Actually, we didn't say much at all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyways, we'll see how it goes. If you're interested in how my little plastic life goes, go ahead and read my blog. I'm a little nervous how living here is going to turn out.....</div>Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03607251711638028188noreply@blogger.com7