Tuesday, January 24, 2012

more ofthe riddle

the boy ran out of the house nacked when the man in the post office talked to his wife about the old landy in the house that jack built


what does this mean?

A man in a post office talked to his wife about the old lady in the house that jack built      

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? dont ask me becuse i dont know

Sunday, January 22, 2012



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My Life

Hey my name is Micki Hutchins and I'm 12 and I want to give a shout out to Storynory.com ( give it a vist ) and that is becuse they made me WANT to do a blog not becuse my mom MADE me.Ok a little about my self:I have four half-sisters.Im kinda in the middle but not at the same time.It goes Crissy ( who is eight ) then ( myself and im 12 ) then Alana ( who is 14 ) Kat ( who is 15 ) then maddie ( who is 17 ).I only live with Kat.Crissy and Alana live toghether with there mom and dad.Maddie live's with just herself and her mom.I'm very happy to say my parents are happly married.My mom and dad were both in the army.My mom had Kat and then me.Imagen being in the army with a two year old and a three Month year old ( yours truly ).My mom and dad met in a very......um how do you say it........simple way....simple but sweet.My mom need butter so she asked a friend to get her some.So that friend asked another friend ( my dad ).Then my dad asked my mom to merry him ( after datting of coures )at peter pipper pizza.My dad wanted to be a pro baseball or football player.But that couldn't happen.My mom and dad went to the doctor becuse my mom needed a check up.The doctor looked sad for some reason.Mom and dad found out.My mom had cancer :(.I don't remember that though.My mom had cancer but she got through it.Two or three years later my mom had cancer AGAIN.I feel soooooooo lucky to still have my mom and I feel a little bit of pain that other kids,or anyone thats has lost someone.I was nine when i got my first dog.I named him Radar.His story is sad for me I will tell you as little as possible becuse im still very sad.Radar was a cripple.He wasn't when i got him.He was parilized from the waist down.He had a diper becuse he couldn't control his blader.He had a a wheelchiar.My mom and dad came into the room uh-oh I thought ( becuse when they come into your room alone thats pritty bad but together.......your in trouble ). My mom and dad came in a they told me Radar had to go.I was confused.I tried to figer it out.Ok, my mom and dad were telling me to give up MY dog.To give  up my best friend. To give up that dog that I slept with the dog that I hugged when I was sad that I talked to when I mad.Buddy that I stuck to MY FIRST DOG.MY BABY.Well, I know, I know that Radar is walking.I can't imagen looking at that determed little face and that dogs eyes and him not walking.I have a new dog now ( a wener dog,Radar was a wener dog to )his name is Dashner.Comparing his and Radar's personality they are A lot alike:determend,playful,LOVE'S to lick A LOT.Every morning I wake up to a playful little puppy licking my face.I also play violin.Ok im done thats my life story.now i want to ask you something.Whats your life story if you want do a little story for me.Well,untill next time Bye Bye.