<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:00:25.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Blog ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>You know I&amp;#39;m cute! ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4081122097648003897</id><published>2012-01-06T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:36:17.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!!! =D</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,
So I finally got my gift in the mail. It's the cozy sweater outfit! It's so cute and warm. Mia wants to wear it but I don't think I'm going to give it to her anytime soon. Shhhh don't tell Mum. =P
Did anyone see the new GOTY McKenna?
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urBx-wI9dJk/TweuH5vDlAI/AAAAAAAAGyE/eP7XLGu03dM/s1600/Mckenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urBx-wI9dJk/TweuH5vDlAI/AAAAAAAAGyE/eP7XLGu03dM/s320/Mckenna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694711704613786626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kanani is sad that a new GOTY has to come in. Most of the dolls in our house are GOTY's so they always argue with each other on which GOTY is better. It gets old fast. Mom isn't planning on getting McKenna because she's not very original. She looks too much like Chrissa and Elizabeth. My Mom thinks that every GOTY is special and looks different then most of the other dolls (Like Mia, Kanani, Lanie etc.) But McKenna isn't one of them and the prices are getting crazy. She's 105$! Oh well...That's just her opinion on McKenna. What do you think of the new GOTY? Do you like her or are you not too crazy about her?
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4081122097648003897?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4081122097648003897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4081122097648003897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4081122097648003897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-d.html' title='Updates!!! =D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urBx-wI9dJk/TweuH5vDlAI/AAAAAAAAGyE/eP7XLGu03dM/s72-c/Mckenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5499268298366961504</id><published>2011-12-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:58:42.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. It's been a very wonderful Christmas for me and I got to spend it with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiZVmzgqK-o/TvfheWAimUI/AAAAAAAAGtA/TYPKTeP1d-0/s320/Christmas%2Bstory%2B0f%2B2011%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690264565626083650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to help Mom decorate the tree. Mia, Kanani, and Lindsey also helped. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce_zYGLXD2A/Tvfh2Xj2gjI/AAAAAAAAGtM/3Fg-JzKiRAY/s320/Christmas%2Bstory%2B0f%2B2011%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690264978359484978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia was holding up Marisols special ornament. She wanted to do something to it but I told her Mum would be mad...So she left it alone. After we were done decorating the tree we watched "How The Grinch Stole Christmas." Then we went to bed and opend presents today. Mom says my present is coming in the mail. Oh boyyy! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kjtk0jREpQ/TvfifRKt8mI/AAAAAAAAGtY/xswJi6eGKbM/s320/dollie%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690265681018090082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our family photo. I'm holding baby Emma because she wouldn't stay still for the camera. Isn't it adorable. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas as much as I did. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5499268298366961504?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5499268298366961504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5499268298366961504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5499268298366961504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiZVmzgqK-o/TvfheWAimUI/AAAAAAAAGtA/TYPKTeP1d-0/s72-c/Christmas%2Bstory%2B0f%2B2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8667279065642384517</id><published>2011-11-23T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:36:53.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving break!</title><content type='html'>I finally have Thanksgiving break! So far it's been really fun. Me, Mia, and Kanai had a special sleepover and it was crazy. We danced, played games, and all the other stuff we always do at sleepovers. We played with Kanani's dog Barksee! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOeM4f0yCTs/Ts18kyUAxPI/AAAAAAAAGgc/Q_mTvXBZtTw/s320/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678331676606907634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanani played around with my camera a little bit. She was extremely hyper...Actually "extremely" isn't a big enough word for her. Lets just say we were out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzH7DoTgYkY/Ts19CUYrLGI/AAAAAAAAGgo/Vz2xonAWPy0/s320/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678332183969475682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a group picture of all of us in our PJ's. This blog post is gonna be mostly pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yY3vPpP0IY/Ts19XFzOXvI/AAAAAAAAGg0/H-Z5L30jWXM/s320/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678332540831555314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one if one of my favorites. :) Don't we all look so adorable? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNGOn5Tm1fU/Ts191367KxI/AAAAAAAAGhA/YTePGqIrhUU/s1600/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNGOn5Tm1fU/Ts191367KxI/AAAAAAAAGhA/YTePGqIrhUU/s320/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678333069681699602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I remind you that we were very hyper. I don't remember what happened here but I think they were wrestling. Even though I find them very VERY strange I love them and I'm very thankful to have such wonderful sisters. Thanksgivng is tomorrow so what are you thankful for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S If you want to see more pictures go &lt;a href="http://agsocialnetwork.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=143390581"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8667279065642384517?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8667279065642384517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-break.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8667279065642384517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8667279065642384517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving break!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOeM4f0yCTs/Ts18kyUAxPI/AAAAAAAAGgc/Q_mTvXBZtTw/s72-c/random%2Bphotoclub%2Band%2Bdollies%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8089013789034168917</id><published>2011-10-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:05:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1yig0tgnQ/Tq9FfNDoQoI/AAAAAAAAGgM/cpfd6pL-2bQ/s1600/halloween%2Bpumpkin.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1yig0tgnQ/Tq9FfNDoQoI/AAAAAAAAGgM/cpfd6pL-2bQ/s320/halloween%2Bpumpkin.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669826858265887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hey dollies and girlies out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just wanted to with everyone a happy and safe Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;~Bella♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8089013789034168917?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8089013789034168917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8089013789034168917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8089013789034168917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-d.html' title='Happy Halloween! :D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1yig0tgnQ/Tq9FfNDoQoI/AAAAAAAAGgM/cpfd6pL-2bQ/s72-c/halloween%2Bpumpkin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-185219851020884387</id><published>2011-10-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:52:37.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow before Halloween! :o</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this,&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning to find over 12 inches of snow in our backyard! It's not even Halloween yet. I climbed on Moms bed and woke her up to tell her about the snow. She said there was a snow storm last night. This is the first time I've seen a snowy (almost) Halloween. I hope I can still go trick-or-treating with Kanani. I was going to be a nerd and she was going to be a cheerleader. I was nice enough to let her borrow my cheer leading uniform. Even though I really didn't want snow, I went outside anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZtGkvh7L5g/Tq1EnSQaliI/AAAAAAAAGfc/GnGQ4nTTwUA/s320/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669262947635598882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it looks like outside my backyard. The hill and trees are covered in white, fluffy, sticky, snow. I Kidd you not! It looks more like Christmas then Halloween.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKz7X0ur8k0/Tq1FZc2DF8I/AAAAAAAAGfo/3pB60Ef8B3s/s1600/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKz7X0ur8k0/Tq1FZc2DF8I/AAAAAAAAGfo/3pB60Ef8B3s/s320/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669263809471256514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZvZA58Icjw/Tq1FnqBVe_I/AAAAAAAAGf0/L0Fqysjn5wY/s1600/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZvZA58Icjw/Tq1FnqBVe_I/AAAAAAAAGf0/L0Fqysjn5wY/s320/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669264053526428658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow was super deep. It went up to my waist and Mom had to make a path for me to play in. On the picture to your right I'm standing on an upside down boat that has been covered in snow. It was actually more fun to play on the boat because I didn't get soaked in snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that "snowy fun" I went inside, took off my wet boots and coat, put on Mia's leg warmers, and sat by the snow covered window drinking Mom's homemade Coco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im-0NNGCS3g/Tq1HI-DkVhI/AAAAAAAAGgA/_Ey0taGo_zQ/s320/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669265725351810578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I love snow and the early Christmas spirit I wish it would come AFTER Halloween. I hope the snow will melt before the spooky holiday arrives. I wonder if they'll be any Trick-or- treaters at our house this year?  What are you doing for Halloween OR what are you going to be for Halloween?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-185219851020884387?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/185219851020884387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/10/snow-before-halloween-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/185219851020884387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/185219851020884387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/10/snow-before-halloween-o.html' title='Snow before Halloween! :o'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZtGkvh7L5g/Tq1EnSQaliI/AAAAAAAAGfc/GnGQ4nTTwUA/s72-c/Cemetary%2Band%2Bsnow%2Bin%2Boctober%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4579338017695824035</id><published>2011-09-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:46:32.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting our new sister</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago me, Mia, and Mom went to the AG store. We went there to pick up our new sister Kanani. When Mom finally bought her and opended her at home Kanani was excited but overwhelmed at the same time. She's always been in a box and this was new to her. I got to know Kanani and she's really nice. :D We went outside together and talked for hours.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPfplJY8HxU/TnYswB8_OSI/AAAAAAAAGa8/iQWZKLXI3QU/s320/Bella%2Band%2BKanani%2BPlanking%2B001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653755585879816482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played in the driveway and she mentioned something about her dog named Barksee and that she misses him. I talked to Mom about it and she said that Barksee is coming in the mail pretty soon. Wow! A new sister and a new dog. :D Not only that but Kanani would make a great modeling buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsOAv7TFdN0/TnYtbc8oDwI/AAAAAAAAGbE/m34RSQgiQUU/s1600/Bella%2Band%2BKanani%2BPlanking%2B002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsOAv7TFdN0/TnYtbc8oDwI/AAAAAAAAGbE/m34RSQgiQUU/s320/Bella%2Band%2BKanani%2BPlanking%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653756331860430594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's super nice and some of my sisters think she's very photogenic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were friends instantly. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4579338017695824035?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4579338017695824035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/09/meeting-our-new-sister.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4579338017695824035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4579338017695824035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/09/meeting-our-new-sister.html' title='Meeting our new sister'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPfplJY8HxU/TnYswB8_OSI/AAAAAAAAGa8/iQWZKLXI3QU/s72-c/Bella%2Band%2BKanani%2BPlanking%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-1302860347393038674</id><published>2011-08-19T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:02:03.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for school :o</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;div&gt;As you can notice I'm getting ready for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WfAb-xT5iw/Tk8D4Riv-UI/AAAAAAAAGJc/aB0TxJMAkD0/s320/Bella%2Bgetting%2Bready%2Bfor%2Bschool%2B001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642733123435231554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am home schooled, I still have to get ready. I have my laptop, my bible (for comfort), a free reading book, health book, geography book, Math book, notebook, etc. It may look like a lot but it really isn't. I don't need too much stuff since I'm going to be at learning at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7UrlFNKCpU/Tk8G7iCdV2I/AAAAAAAAGJk/XJ0aLSi6QHI/s320/Bella%2Bgetting%2Bready%2Bfor%2Bschool%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642736477937686370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start on the 30th of August. It's the same date when Mom starts school. She's also really busy during this time of the month. I hope she can to spend time with me. I've been wanting to go to the AGPNB trip with her in September to pick up our new sister Kanani, but Mia also wants to go and Mom always gives into her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways back to the school subject... When do you guys start school? If you already started how is it going for you? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-1302860347393038674?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1302860347393038674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-ready-for-school-o.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1302860347393038674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1302860347393038674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-ready-for-school-o.html' title='Getting ready for school :o'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WfAb-xT5iw/Tk8D4Riv-UI/AAAAAAAAGJc/aB0TxJMAkD0/s72-c/Bella%2Bgetting%2Bready%2Bfor%2Bschool%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4837147262142861747</id><published>2011-08-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:48:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe what I heard...</title><content type='html'>Well first I want to start off with some good news. Mom confronted me today and she said she'll be getting our new sister (Kanani) around the end of August or the beginning of September. I was so excited! I love new editions to the family. I was telling Sadie and Chrissa what Mom told me and they're also excited. &lt;div&gt;We were trying to keep quiet about it because Marisol was in the same room. If we just left she would of followed us. When we thought Marisol didn't care what we were talking about she butts into our conversation. She BEGGED to know what we were talking about. At first we didn't know what to say to her and then Sadie came out with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the bad news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marisol did not want to hear what Sadie told her and she dropped her dance bag that she carried around and ran off. We warned her and she did put it on herself. Typical Marisol right?...Wrong!!! I think something changed her that day. Lizzie decided to talk to her and I heard Marisol's feeling being poured out onto Lizzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marisol felt like she was splitting from her older sisters because of new arrivals. She felt like her Josefina, and Sadie were growing apart and she actually had &lt;b&gt;TEARS&lt;/b&gt; in her eyes. Actual tears! Then Elizabeth said that we were all going to be sisters no matter what and that we all love Marisol, and to tell you the truth...I do love Marisol. She's my older sister and even though she can be extremely rude I still care about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldn't believe what I heard from her... And then she &lt;b&gt;hugged&lt;/b&gt; Elizabeth after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKOMcM8V-7k/TjmH7wWAZ5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/G_RN5fdM1yA/s1600/The%2Bbeginging%2Bof%2Ba%2Bnew%2Bfriendship%2B042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKOMcM8V-7k/TjmH7wWAZ5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/G_RN5fdM1yA/s320/The%2Bbeginging%2Bof%2Ba%2Bnew%2Bfriendship%2B042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636685869290121106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so sweet but I feel kind of bad. Maybe that's why Marisol was so rude. Not just to new dolls but in general. It's still no excuse but maybe if we all start being nice to Marisol then maybe she'll stop being rude. There's more info on a Picasa album on the link bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear that day her squished-apple of a heart grew a few sizes that day... Like the Grinch. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope it grows a little bit bigger or stay a few sizes bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading this post all you dollies out there. Chow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4837147262142861747?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4837147262142861747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-believe-what-i-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4837147262142861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4837147262142861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-believe-what-i-heard.html' title='I can&apos;t believe what I heard...'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKOMcM8V-7k/TjmH7wWAZ5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/G_RN5fdM1yA/s72-c/The%2Bbeginging%2Bof%2Ba%2Bnew%2Bfriendship%2B042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-3374882055086185335</id><published>2011-07-26T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:46:51.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enFRS0_CUpE/Ti8I4XtlOtI/AAAAAAAAF0o/GoLiI-8gYJI/s1600/Discovering%2BKanani%2B001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enFRS0_CUpE/Ti8I4XtlOtI/AAAAAAAAF0o/GoLiI-8gYJI/s320/Discovering%2BKanani%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633731423394675410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So yesterday me and my doll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; were in the kitchen and we noticed an open catalog on the table. I climbed up to see if there was anything new in it and I found this. Her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanani&lt;/span&gt; and she is Girl of the year for 2011. I figured Mom must of left it open on purpose for the rest of us to look at but then I found something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTAU4Q3ALiE/Ti8JyLAajfI/AAAAAAAAF0w/Rd1GRmm8N0c/s320/Discovering%2BKanani%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a star above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kanani's&lt;/span&gt; head? Mom always puts a star on something that she wants to buy? Could it be that we might be getting this girl as our sister? Mom didn't say anything to us. Did she want it to be a surprise? She probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; left it open and she doesn't know that we can climb up onto the counter. There's so many questions running through my head right now. I'm not gonna tell the others because they'll probably spoil it or get there hopes up for nothing. I'm just going to be patient and see if Mom says anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-3374882055086185335?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/3374882055086185335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/07/could-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3374882055086185335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3374882055086185335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/07/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enFRS0_CUpE/Ti8I4XtlOtI/AAAAAAAAF0o/GoLiI-8gYJI/s72-c/Discovering%2BKanani%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4932777705357388458</id><published>2011-07-10T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:36:24.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth is back from vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited! Elizabeth is finally back from vacation. She told me that she had so much fun at the Cape. There was even a doll store. T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hey're called&lt;/span&gt; "Country smiles" They make clothes to fit dolls, sell doll furniture, and even sell dolls! But for a bigger price...&lt;div&gt;Not only was I excited that Lizzie came back but look what she brought back for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-d77fsnvkI/Tholt5x_4SI/AAAAAAAAFn4/lX1QBeE0SlI/s320/Cape%2BCod%2Band%2Bme%2521%2521%2521%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a brand new backpack for school. I am home schooled and this really helps because Mom does give out a lot of homework. :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; it adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also gave me some pictures of her at the beach. She said it was a lot of fun but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get too close to the water because Mom would get scared that she would fall in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxoPR_25_kk/ThomzrnkIAI/AAAAAAAAFoA/7ZEa9loGLUc/s320/Cape%2BCod%2Band%2Bme%2521%2521%2521%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mCWToTdDXI/ThonJ83YetI/AAAAAAAAFoI/5CLqwfIoh2s/s320/Cape%2BCod%2Band%2Bme%2521%2521%2521%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely you can see Mom holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elizabeth's&lt;/span&gt; hand. Oh Mother, always worrying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Connecticut&lt;/span&gt;, when Elizabeth's whole trip started, Her and Mom got to play on a playground behind the house were they were staying. Lizzie thought it was fun but not as fun as Cape Cod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOAmX71DHqs/ThooDDcqLFI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/6f0oJYukvT0/s320/Cape%2BCod%2Band%2Bme%2521%2521%2521%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Elizabeth on the swings and Mom is in the back holding Elizabeth. Sometimes us dollies have a hard time getting on these kinds of swings. I'm glad Elizabeth had a lot of fun but I'm kind of jealous. :/ That trip looked like so much fun and I had to be stuck with Marisol and the rest of my sisters. Mom says she might take me next year. I sure hope so!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4932777705357388458?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4932777705357388458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/07/elizabeth-is-back-from-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4932777705357388458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4932777705357388458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/07/elizabeth-is-back-from-vacation.html' title='Elizabeth is back from vacation!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-d77fsnvkI/Tholt5x_4SI/AAAAAAAAFn4/lX1QBeE0SlI/s72-c/Cape%2BCod%2Band%2Bme%2521%2521%2521%2B085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6258642276557910529</id><published>2011-06-29T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:17:18.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie is leaving tomorrow :[</title><content type='html'>So it turns out that Mom and Lizzie are leaving tomorrow night. D: Why???? &lt;div&gt;I asked Mom that and she says she's going to Connecticut for two nights and then going to Cape Cod for a WEEK! And she still Say's that I can't go... I can't believe that I have to be alone with all of my sisters. It'll be fun but chaotic. Good thing Josefina is in charge instead of Marisol. She tried sucking up to Mom and being all nice to her but it totally turned around. Marisol was disappointed but I don't care. I'm just glad someone more wiser is in charge... and because I don't want to get killed next week by Marisol. Even though I'm really bummed out that I can't go with Mom and Lizzie I hope they have a safe and fun trip. I'll make sure to give Lizzie a hug before she leaves. To all you dollies out there reading my blog: What was your most memorable trip? Leave me a comment and tell me about your trip. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6258642276557910529?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6258642276557910529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lizzie-is-leaving-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6258642276557910529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6258642276557910529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lizzie-is-leaving-tomorrow.html' title='Lizzie is leaving tomorrow :['/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6373915755603601528</id><published>2011-06-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:27:06.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; lucky! She gets to go with Mom to Cape Cod for a week at the beginning of July! I asked Mom if I could go and she tells me it's hard to bring more then one doll to a trip. Plus Mom's friend is going and she's bringing a girl named Felicity. It turns out Felicity is our cousin and one of Lizzie's best friend. You know what's even worse though? I have to be alone with all my sisters and that's not even the bad part. It's an evil sister named Marisol... If Mom puts her in charge she's gonna torture us all. Look what she did to poor Sadie! I pray that she'll put Josefina in charge. She's great at taking care of the animals and all of us including baby Emma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc4CXN1sogE/TgJAq3TCagI/AAAAAAAAFdw/1pGdkun5pA4/s320/Bitty%2BBaby%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she just the sweetest thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I tried begging Mom to go and she still won't let me.... :( She said maybe next year. This July week is going to be very, very, very crazy. Especially with Marisol. What are you dollies doing this summer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6373915755603601528?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6373915755603601528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lucky-elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6373915755603601528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6373915755603601528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lucky-elizabeth.html' title='Lucky Elizabeth!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc4CXN1sogE/TgJAq3TCagI/AAAAAAAAFdw/1pGdkun5pA4/s72-c/Bitty%2BBaby%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-548291321463726235</id><published>2011-06-20T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:30:37.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover Disaster!</title><content type='html'>Hello followers,&lt;div&gt;So summer is almost here and Mom is getting out of school soon. Me and my sisters get to spend more time with her. Marisol won't get into too much trouble because Mom is watching her all the time. ;) Last night me, Sonali, Sadie, and Chrissa had a sleepover and I was having fun until Sonali spilled water on me and humiliated me. :/ We were playing truth or dare and she made me dance around in my underwear. Not only that but I had to sing 'I'm a pretty pony'.... It was so humiliating. At least it wasn't just me who had to do horrible dares. Sonali ate hamster food, Sadie took Marisol's underwear and got the crap beaten out of her, Chrissa had to look up blue waffle on google (She was scarred for life) and you already know my dare. You're probably wondering how I got water on me that night? Well I was trying to get back at Sonali for making me do that awful dare. I took a mug filled with water and tried putting her hand in it while shewas sleeping. It was suppose to make her wet the bed but instead she caught me and whipped her hand on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLOqoMmW6jc/Tf-PcHDxS3I/AAAAAAAAFZo/kwchcIjYzYk/s320/Sleepover%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...It was not fun. I'm surprised no one woke up after that little episode. Chrissa talks in her sleep and it's pretty funny. She kept saying "Icee creeeammmmm" in her sleep. To make this post more entertaining here is a picture of Sadie getting beaten up by Marisol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNjz2Xnndy8/Tf-RDpoWxoI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/-gzLxO-u6pc/s320/Sleepover%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually Marisol dragged Sadie into her room. It reminded me of one of those horror movies I saw with mom when this girl was getting sucked into a door. It ate her up like nom nom nom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all I have to type about bloggers. Until next time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-548291321463726235?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/548291321463726235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleepover-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/548291321463726235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/548291321463726235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleepover-disaster.html' title='Sleepover Disaster!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLOqoMmW6jc/Tf-PcHDxS3I/AAAAAAAAFZo/kwchcIjYzYk/s72-c/Sleepover%2B083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4815391452159189502</id><published>2011-06-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:09:37.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Massachusetts :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Massachusetts how I love you... :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our weather here has been pretty funky. One day it's boiling hot and the next there's tornado warnings and hail. When it was boiling hot Katie (Mom) had to move me and my sisters from her room to the AC down stairs. She was really concerned about our vinyl. With the tornado warnings she was ready to bring us down in the basement but no tornado came in our town so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good. Today it's a little bit chilly and rainy. I have nothing to do and I haven't been outside in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdDzbkr0qbo/TfOR5EstxRI/AAAAAAAAE8s/UkyviaOIG0k/s320/Bella%2Blooking%2Bat%2Bthe%2Brain%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just sit here looking out the window watching the rain fall from the Grey sky. I wish it was perfect weather. Not too hot, sunny, white clouds, blue sky. :P I've also been thinking a lot lately... What do you, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dollie&lt;/span&gt; friends, do when you're bored? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Bella♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4815391452159189502?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4815391452159189502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-massachusetts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4815391452159189502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4815391452159189502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-massachusetts.html' title='Oh Massachusetts :/'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdDzbkr0qbo/TfOR5EstxRI/AAAAAAAAE8s/UkyviaOIG0k/s72-c/Bella%2Blooking%2Bat%2Bthe%2Brain%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8598819488428822051</id><published>2011-01-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:26:52.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home Lizzie!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,
Guess what? Elizabeth is here. She likes to be called Lizzie so I'll just call her that. She seems very prim, proper, and very sweet. There was a little bump in the road with her and Marisol but it's all good. I can't tell you how Marisol fixed it because I promised to keep it a secret...Yes I know what you guys are thinking. "Bella why the heck would you want to keep a secret that Marisol told you?" Well guys it's complicated and if you were her you would understand. There is also a new album for the continuation of "Elizabeth part 1" so go check it out. ;) Here are some pictures of Lizzie if you want to see.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TSfKX-lShLI/AAAAAAAAEvU/YoonTk4_B8Y/s1600/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2B2%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TSfKX-lShLI/AAAAAAAAEvU/YoonTk4_B8Y/s320/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2B2%2B017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559634778297369778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is when she first arrived. :)

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Pretty Lizzie. :)♥

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TSfK5gwugrI/AAAAAAAAEvk/4skydevyNGo/s1600/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2B2%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TSfK5gwugrI/AAAAAAAAEvk/4skydevyNGo/s320/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2B2%2B049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559635354407830194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Marisol dragged me and Mia by the pony tails because we were listening at the door while Marisol and Lizzie were talking. (Details are in the album.)
I hope you guys had a great day, feel free to leave a comment on the albums or my blog. :) Thanks for reading.
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8598819488428822051?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8598819488428822051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-home-lizzie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8598819488428822051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8598819488428822051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-home-lizzie.html' title='Welcome home Lizzie!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TSfKX-lShLI/AAAAAAAAEvU/YoonTk4_B8Y/s72-c/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2B2%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6861763502807452497</id><published>2010-12-27T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:37:19.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dollies,
Well today in MA there is a huge snow storm. Mom was going to take me outside but she's afraid I might get hurt from the stinging snow blowing in my face. I did get some good news though. There's gonna be a new edition to the family. Her name is Elizabeth and she's a character like Josefina. She's from 1774. There is an album about it if you want to check it out. There's a link on the side bar that says Albums. Marisol did seem to happy about it as usual. She fainted then Josefina had to help her calm down while Marisol is screaming at her. Yikes!!! I think Lindsey is excited a little bit but not like everyone else. She stayed up late last night and we accidentally woke her up with our yelling. :/ It was 1 in the afternoon though and I was kind of steamed when she went back to bed when I told everyone about Elizabeth, but I just shrugged it off and talked to Sadie, Josie, and Lanie about out new sister.
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There really good listeners and they kept on asking me questions about Lizzie. I wonder what she'll be like. She looks very prim and proper but you can't judge by looks. (unless you're Marisol, then you're in trouble.)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TRjqQOHMqQI/AAAAAAAAEes/Ze4KgDnjODA/s1600/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2BI%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TRjqQOHMqQI/AAAAAAAAEes/Ze4KgDnjODA/s320/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2BI%2B043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555447704748599554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm sorry. XD I just had to post the pic when she fainted. She doesn't look at my blog so it's all good. She already got mad at me for wearing her sweater. What can I say? I look great in purple. Mom even agrees. :P
So that's about it and like I said check out my mom's albums. Feel free to comment on them too.
Bye byez,
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6861763502807452497?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6861763502807452497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-dollies-well-today-in-ma-there-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6861763502807452497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6861763502807452497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-dollies-well-today-in-ma-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TRjptjgtLbI/AAAAAAAAEek/yaXsQsKocbQ/s72-c/Elizabeth%2Bpart%2BI%2B047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6387156033970907671</id><published>2010-12-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:46:28.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,
I know it's been a while and a new year is coming very soon. I just wanted to wish everyone a very merry Christmas and a happy new year. 2011, only one more year left to live. XD I'm just kidding... Haha! But I hope everyone can be with there families on this wonderful Christmas day. Also, what did you dollies get for Christmas? I got some warm purple pajamas with snowflakes on them. (: My mom also has the same PJ's so that we match. My sister Lindsey is wearing my Pajamas that I got but I don't mind. I have no choice to share my clothes whether I like it or not. :P Anyways, here is a picture of our tree...
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God bless you all this Christmas!!!
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6387156033970907671?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6387156033970907671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6387156033970907671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6387156033970907671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TRaeB3HMDMI/AAAAAAAAEVo/_S3dh4AMJIw/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-776084329621358536</id><published>2010-09-16T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:49:35.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!!!,
Today is our owners birthday and she turns 15 today!!! Your never to old for dolls she says. Lets celebrate with this cake:
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Happy birthday Mom!!! From all of us dolls and bloggers! :)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-776084329621358536?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/776084329621358536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/776084329621358536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/776084329621358536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-d.html' title='Happy birthday!!!!! :D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TJKezYr5miI/AAAAAAAAETw/PdUER0vojXA/s72-c/Birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4378068240155991325</id><published>2010-08-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:11:08.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! What a great 3 days!!!</title><content type='html'>For the passed three days my Mom was at NH with her Grandma and cousin. This was great because all of us were home alone. It was SO much fun!!! :D Me and my sisters raid the fridge, had dance parties, got high on SUGAR, and we kina broke something but we weren't sure what it was. If Mom does find something broken and questions about it we just blame Marisol because Mom can always believe that. X) Haha. Marisol was the most destructive one out of all of us. I will never in a million years give Marisol sugar again. I'm still haunted by the images. Hahaha!!! But all of this happened in three days and Mom didn't suspect a thing. She came home yesterday but I never knew it was so fun getting away with stuff. (Depending what it is and as long as it doesn't get you into jail. :P) I wonder if Mom looks at my Blog... o.O If she asks maybe I should blame Marisol saying she stole my password...Then again Mom is smarter then that... Oh well I suffer the consequences. See ya guys. :/
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4378068240155991325?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4378068240155991325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-what-great-3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4378068240155991325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4378068240155991325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-what-great-3-days.html' title='Wow!!! What a great 3 days!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6621836319185067175</id><published>2010-08-10T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:41:15.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Heyyy guys!!!! I finally found my memory card and uploaded my new pics. I'm modeling my new hearts dress while Josefina wears my Safari sundress. :)
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Don't we look so beautiful. My sundress looked really nice on her. I'm glad I got to share it with her. It's the others I don't like...JK I love my sisters but when there clingy on a dress it gets scary. o.O That was with Josefina. She loves the dress and it looks good on her... but she refuses to take it off. Remember when she tried home schooling? That was way worse. I hope she's not like that with my dress. She can be very possessive with things that don't belong to her. Oh Josie...
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6621836319185067175?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6621836319185067175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-pictures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6621836319185067175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6621836319185067175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-pictures.html' title='New pictures!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TGIMAXzkVaI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/Azrgf4JkzXM/s72-c/The+dogs,+me+and+dolls+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8308867777870915067</id><published>2010-08-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:48:37.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delay :/</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the Delay you guys. I keep losing my memory card to my camera. You know how I am with losing stuff. :P I did get the dresses though. I'm wearing my Hearts dress right now. It's really pretty and it expresses my style. I also tried on the Zebra print dress and I love it. It's very comfortable and easy to wear. I have to let Sadie borrow it because she loves it too. :P New pictures of the dresses will be up soon but until I find that memory card, make sure to be patient. Thanks for understanding my dollie followers. ;)
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8308867777870915067?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8308867777870915067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/delay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8308867777870915067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8308867777870915067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/08/delay.html' title='Delay :/'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7726582701372970568</id><published>2010-07-17T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:56:53.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New clothes and new website?</title><content type='html'>Ah, my two favorite words. "New" and "clothes." The good news is that I'm getting the hearts dress I've been wanting for a year now and I'm also getting the Safari Sundress. Mom says that zebra print looks good on me. I'll post some pictures of myself in them when they come. :) Here's some online pics just in case your to lazy to look them up.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TEIWou5ZxOI/AAAAAAAAEQI/wAQK_zCPTDM/s1600/Hearts+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TEIWou5ZxOI/AAAAAAAAEQI/wAQK_zCPTDM/s320/Hearts+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494979384384799970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TEIWwU5Ka2I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/HJxImefKiFM/s1600/Safari+sundress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TEIWwU5Ka2I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/HJxImefKiFM/s320/Safari+sundress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494979514843425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The bad news is I have to share the dresses. In my family I have to share everything with my sisters. Don't get me wrong I love them, but it can get crazy especially when one wants to wear this and one wants to wear that. :/ To all the dolls that don't have to share clothes...You're lucky. Anyways this brings me to a totally different topic. Did anyone hear about the new AG site they put up? It's called InnerstarU? I'm not too crazy about the whole idea but I can see why young girls might like it. It kind of reminds me of a Webkinz only its a doll. You buy the doll with a code on it, you enter the code to the website, and you can see it online. I want to hear what you guys think of it. Do like it?, love it?, hate it?, whatever we all have different opinions so leave a comment and tell me what you think. :)
Chow!
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7726582701372970568?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7726582701372970568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-clothes-and-new-website.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7726582701372970568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7726582701372970568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-clothes-and-new-website.html' title='New clothes and new website?'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/TEIWou5ZxOI/AAAAAAAAEQI/wAQK_zCPTDM/s72-c/Hearts+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5322984493849840018</id><published>2010-06-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:00:44.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissa's going to Cape Cod!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!,
My sister Chrissa is going to Cape Cod this Friday. She's gonna be gone for a week!!! That is such a long time for me. I'm gonna miss her so much. :'( She's bringing her Llama with her too. She's really excited about it and she said she's gonna miss me too, and the rest of our sisters of course. Everyone is going to say there goodbyes...Except for Marisol because she's mean. :P I don't think she cares that Chrissa will be gone for a week. Speaking of Marisol I wonder if she trolled on the internet? Mom never lets the happen but I can picture Marisol sitting at the computer ticking people off. She already ticks people off at our house. My question for you today is, What is one thing you can't stand about trolling? Do you hate it when they do it to hurt others or just to get amusement out of it? Just write ur comments down below. ;) Lets make the internet a safe place.
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5322984493849840018?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5322984493849840018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/06/chrissas-going-to-cape-cod.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5322984493849840018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5322984493849840018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/06/chrissas-going-to-cape-cod.html' title='Chrissa&apos;s going to Cape Cod!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5524245557332549237</id><published>2010-06-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:55:25.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long gone. :/</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I forgot about this blog and just remembered it. Everyone is doing great and I just got out of home schooling. :) Summer starts tomorrow so break out the sunscreen and bathing suits because this is going to be an awesome summer! My mom went to the beach on Friday and said it was really fun. She would have taken me with her, but she was scared of the salt water getting into me. She said she accidentally got salt water in her mouth while diving into a wave, and it tastes wicked bad. :P Mom officially graduated 8th grade and is going to become a freshman. Yea for Mom!!! :D I'm going into 5th grade and I hope it goes well when I come back. I'll write back soon.
~Bella♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5524245557332549237?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5524245557332549237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5524245557332549237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5524245557332549237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-gone.html' title='Long gone. :/'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-632597429931454641</id><published>2010-04-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:41:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Album 8-)</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody,
Yesterday me and some of my sisters made an album. It's called "Oh no Rascal!" We hope you enjoy it since we haven't made an album in a while. Here are some sneak peek pictures that are from the album.
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No dolls were harmed emotionally in the making of this album.

Those are the only pictures I can give you. If you want to see the rest then you have to look at the album. ;) We all worked very hard for this album so no rude comments please. Thank you!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-632597429931454641?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/632597429931454641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-album-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/632597429931454641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/632597429931454641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-album-8.html' title='New Album 8-)'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S8zNAI8niiI/AAAAAAAAEGo/Tva9FwHKtjc/s72-c/Oh+no+rascal+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5469212221885311179</id><published>2010-04-05T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:09:54.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter pictures!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! I took some pictures at the party on Easter. It was so much fun. There was great food, fun games, and Kit!
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She was really happy to see me. She been very sad lately because her cat died. She was 18 years old and her name was Missy. At least she still has her two other cats Maddie and Mia. We had a lot of food at the party and stuffed our faces with sugar. I ate jelly beans.
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Mom got mad though, because I was on the table. When Mom left me and Kit took a picture of peeps before we devowerd them. ;) Mom was wondering why I couldn't sleep. I didn't feel that great in the morning. :P At least I got to see Kit and everyone else in the family.
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I remember when they were still there. Lol!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5469212221885311179?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5469212221885311179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5469212221885311179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5469212221885311179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter pictures!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S7pQI0urzQI/AAAAAAAAD_I/5q64WPs0wuc/s72-c/Easter+2010+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4587563803617536912</id><published>2010-04-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:25:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!! 8D</title><content type='html'>Hello dolls, and doll lovers of the world! I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Easter. I hope the Easter bunny dropped by your house. ;) Today I'm going with Mom to her grandmothers and Cousin Kit is going to be there! You guys remember her right? If you don't you can check out my albums or scroll down my blog. She's really awesome and I can't wait to see her again. I'll make sure to post some pictures when I get back or tomorrow. Depending on when I get home. All the other dolls are staying behind because it's hard for Mom to watch all of us. There are still no clues with the Marisol and Lanie situation but I'll try to figure out something. In the mean time have a great Easter and spend it with the family you love. ♥
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4587563803617536912?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4587563803617536912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-8d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4587563803617536912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4587563803617536912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-8d.html' title='Happy Easter!!!! 8D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8431703481318620369</id><published>2010-03-22T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:49:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. so I told Lanie about my suspension of Marisol and we decided to investigate together. We read some "Nancy Drew" books and began investigating. Just like Nancy Drew we had to be very sneaky. Marisol was with Sadie and we snuck up behind them. Marisol and Sadie were on top of a table and me and Lanie were up against it listening to there conversation.
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We didn't hear much but that was just enough. Marisol was whispering to Sadie and we heard her say "You have to swear not to tell anyone, especially Bella. She's all Buddy-buddy with Curly-Q."
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Lanie gasped but I covered her mouth just in time before Sadie and Marisol could hear. Sadie promised not to tell anyone and the pinky swore. You can never ever break a pinky promise. Thats against the friendship code! Whatever Marisol is up too it obviously has to do with Lanie and I'm gonna find out!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8431703481318620369?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8431703481318620369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8431703481318620369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8431703481318620369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S6gA2ypdLfI/AAAAAAAAD-A/wFnD92ipdeA/s72-c/Suspicious+Marisol+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5164665258582564686</id><published>2010-03-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:49:56.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe things will turn out OK...</title><content type='html'>Two Weeks ago I told you what happened to Marisol. Well things have gotten a little better. Mom managed to get in her room with Marisol in it and there was no yelling or things being thrown. I'm not sure what Mom said but Marisol stopped being mean to Lanie. She's actually nice to her. Too nice. It's kinda creepy and I think she's up to something. I just have this gut feeling that Marisol is going to do something way worse to Lanie. Usually Marisol can be nice but only when she wants something or bribes. I warned Lanie and she said she's starting to get a little suspicious. I asked Mom and she said she's been pretty good lately. She's even being nicer to the other dolls. O_o What is going on with Marisol. She's never THIS nice and she has a look in her eye like she's gonna do something bad. I just hope she doesn't go too far. I don't want Lanie getting hurt or my other sisters. Me and Lanie are gonna watch her but keep our distances, because Marisol will suspect something. Good thing she doesn't look at my Blog...  
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5164665258582564686?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5164665258582564686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-things-will-turn-out-ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5164665258582564686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5164665258582564686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-things-will-turn-out-ok.html' title='Maybe things will turn out OK...'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8352884608439738217</id><published>2010-03-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:27:46.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* Poor Marisol</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel bad for Marisol. She's embarrassed about getting pansted by Lanie and she won't talk to anyone. Not even Sonali or Josefina and there her Best friends. She locked herself in Mom's room and won't come out. I put my ear up against the door and it sounds like she's crying. Last time when someone got the door open, Marisol got peeved and and threw pillows all over the place. :/ I would have taken a picture of Marisol crying, but I don't want to embarrass her more or open the door. I did however, take a picture of all of us outside the door trying to get in the room. Mom kept Baby Emma with her, that way she won't start crying if we open the door and Marisol get mad. Mom got Marisol to open the door just now, and I hope she can calm her down.
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~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8352884608439738217?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8352884608439738217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-poor-marisol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8352884608439738217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8352884608439738217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-poor-marisol.html' title='*Sigh* Poor Marisol'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S5Ak8pcL8nI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/NCs4PfGWbvk/s72-c/Dollies+get+locked+out!+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7456258867417175283</id><published>2010-02-19T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:16:21.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending time with Lanie+Marisol=Bad!</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to spend a little time with Lanie. Ever since she arrived we became closer and Marisol became meaner. Marisol was coming up with nick names for Lanie like Taylor swift, Blondie, etc. Well Lanie took it personally. We were playing truth or dare with Chrissa and this is what happened...
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We were all crowded in a circle playing Truth or Dare. Chrissa asked asked "Lanie, Truth or Dare?" Lanie picked Dare and Chrissa saw Marisol talking to Sonali. They were laughing and pointing at Chrissa. Lanie asked what was wrong and she looked at Sonali and Marisol. Lanie was disgusted! Lanie went over to the two girls and glared at them. Marisol said "What do you want Blondie!?" 
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Lanie got down on her knees and she pulled down Marisol pants! That's right Ladies and gentlemen. Marisol got Pantsed!!!
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Marisol was really Angry. She tried to chase Lanie but Lanie ran and Marisol tripped on her pants. I have such weird sisters. I guess Lanie doesn't take crap from anybody. :/
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7456258867417175283?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7456258867417175283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/spending-time-with-laniemarisolbad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7456258867417175283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7456258867417175283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/spending-time-with-laniemarisolbad.html' title='Spending time with Lanie+Marisol=Bad!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S38ZDx-u74I/AAAAAAAAD1o/x9ciEd1H_uw/s72-c/More+pics+of+Lanie+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-1433117474887531466</id><published>2010-02-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:48:26.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*February Vacation*</title><content type='html'>It's finally February Vacation. I get a whole week off from homeschooling :)I can take a break and just relax. I asked mom if I could go outside and play and she said it was OK. I got to make a snow angel.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S3dCVxW5jyI/AAAAAAAADzc/RtWfI5xTO5g/s1600-h/Bella%27s+birthday+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S3dCVxW5jyI/AAAAAAAADzc/RtWfI5xTO5g/s320/Bella%27s+birthday+135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437888016867233570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Mia also had a chance to go ice skating. She showed me some really cool trick. She can do some spins, turns, flips, and jumps. I never knew she was that good.
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She looks so pretty in that dress. I wish I could wear that. Atleast I'm on vacation.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-1433117474887531466?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1433117474887531466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1433117474887531466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1433117474887531466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-vacation.html' title='*February Vacation*'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S3dCVxW5jyI/AAAAAAAADzc/RtWfI5xTO5g/s72-c/Bella%27s+birthday+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-216997780854879706</id><published>2010-02-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:19:09.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanie is here!!!</title><content type='html'>My sister arrived last night! She is really nice and likes her new home. She seems to like the outdoors, considering she kept on asking Mama is she can go outside. She also has really pretty clothes and a pet bunny named Lulu. Ever since she arrived Marisol didnt make a comment about her...Well except she called her Blondie, Taylor swift, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lamie&lt;/span&gt;.I think she's been reading Angry Jess's blog. Other then that Marisol been quiet. Here's a few pics of Lanie.
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I like playing with her Bunny Lulu. She's just so cute. :3
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-216997780854879706?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/216997780854879706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/lanie-is-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/216997780854879706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/216997780854879706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/02/lanie-is-here.html' title='Lanie is here!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2tHHnKTMvI/AAAAAAAADv4/h2ZIXEVbmM4/s72-c/Lanie+Holland+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-381923968319855437</id><published>2010-01-28T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:49:53.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>Today was a really awesome Birthday. I finally turned 11 and I celebrated it with my wonderful sisters. And Mariosl didn't crash it. Here are some pictures from my Birthday Party.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2IQlFpFXuI/AAAAAAAADt4/HVYVUxFQhqk/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2IQlFpFXuI/AAAAAAAADt4/HVYVUxFQhqk/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431922329917939426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here's me and my BFF Mia. This was the beginning of the party and I'm glad she came.
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Here's me and my pretty dress and crown. I thought the crown was a good touch with my dress. Besides...It is my B-day.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2IRU397moI/AAAAAAAADuI/rNzHLVO6lP4/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2IRU397moI/AAAAAAAADuI/rNzHLVO6lP4/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431923150881004162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The cake was SO good. Mama made it herself and it tasted like Peanut butter. Everybody else loved it too and they all sang "Happy Birthday" to me.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ISTmUKFdI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Zjfgwt1lDfE/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ISTmUKFdI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Zjfgwt1lDfE/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431924228474148306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
After the cake it was time to open Presents. Mama could only afford two presents this year because money isn't that good but I'm still happy with my presents.

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ISv6tfR_I/AAAAAAAADuY/re3e6F6HqX0/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ISv6tfR_I/AAAAAAAADuY/re3e6F6HqX0/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431924714985441266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It was Sketchers sneakers! There black and sparkly and there really cool looking. Sonali has a pair herself, only hers are Orange.

The other present I got was from my sisters and they were Domino's :) When Mama is at school we can play with these in her room.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ITMrvugJI/AAAAAAAADug/djFakimqolI/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ITMrvugJI/AAAAAAAADug/djFakimqolI/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431925209184501906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

But the best part about my birthday was dancing with my sisters. Sadie turned on Mama's stereo and we cranked up the music really loud. ^_^
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ITpMd09iI/AAAAAAAADuo/d9qyefL-ohs/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+Bella!+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2ITpMd09iI/AAAAAAAADuo/d9qyefL-ohs/s320/Happy+birthday+Bella!+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431925699004134946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And that was my whole Birthday. I'm another year older, I spent time with my friends/sisters and it was just plan fun. I wonder what will happen next year when I turn 12? ;) Ha ha. Goodbye!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-381923968319855437?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/381923968319855437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/381923968319855437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/381923968319855437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S2IQlFpFXuI/AAAAAAAADt4/HVYVUxFQhqk/s72-c/Happy+birthday+Bella!+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8739500190520305268</id><published>2010-01-21T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:06:13.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday is coming up! :D</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, My birthday is on the 28th! I've been preparing for it and I'm very excited. I'm going to have a party. It's going to be so much fun and I already gave out invitations. Mama even helped me picking out a dress.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kFkvzIavI/AAAAAAAADtI/pv5iV8fuJoY/s1600-h/Bella%27s+birthday+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kFkvzIavI/AAAAAAAADtI/pv5iV8fuJoY/s320/Bella%27s+birthday+136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429376954636200690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There's a whole big bag were Mama keeps all of my clothes and my sister's clothes. I chose a white dress that has a little bit of gold in it and its very pretty.

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kGA1k7cAI/AAAAAAAADtQ/lyubLTquNmQ/s1600-h/Bella%27s+birthday+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kGA1k7cAI/AAAAAAAADtQ/lyubLTquNmQ/s320/Bella%27s+birthday+137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429377437223579650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I can picture myself in this beautiful dress already. It's so exciting and I want to look really beautiful for my party. Here is the detail on the dress.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kGlmkBuPI/AAAAAAAADtY/LYQ38B7VSFA/s1600-h/Bella%27s+birthday+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kGlmkBuPI/AAAAAAAADtY/LYQ38B7VSFA/s320/Bella%27s+birthday+138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429378068848425202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The one I've been more focused on though, is the guest list. You want to invite your friends but don't let your Mama write down the people you don't like.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kHFvorfiI/AAAAAAAADtg/7_U5A5zKucE/s1600-h/Bella%27s+birthday+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kHFvorfiI/AAAAAAAADtg/7_U5A5zKucE/s320/Bella%27s+birthday+140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429378621039672866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Notice Marisol isn't on the list. Ha ha! I thought so. I do NOT want her at my party. She'll probably try to ruin my dress or something.
Also Lanie isn't going to be here for a while and it's taking longer then I thought. If she arrives around my birthday then she's on the guest list.
Goodbye 10 hello 11!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8739500190520305268?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8739500190520305268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday-is-coming-up-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8739500190520305268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8739500190520305268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday-is-coming-up-d.html' title='My Birthday is coming up! :D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S1kFkvzIavI/AAAAAAAADtI/pv5iV8fuJoY/s72-c/Bella%27s+birthday+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8824714739804957815</id><published>2010-01-10T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:15:11.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!! I'm sooo happy.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody,
I'm getting a brand new sister and her name is Lanie! :D She'll be here in a week or less and she's in the starter collection. She'll be bringing two of her outfits, accessories, and two books. Mama also ordered her pajamas too. I told all my sisters and there already getting ready for the arrival. Well...except for Marisol. She doesn't like new dolls and she says its her job to make the new girls life miserable when she firsts walks in. What does he have against new dolls!? Mama told me that she used to like new arrivals but ever since Mia arrived in 2008 she's been different. Anyways here are pictures of what Mama ordered.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S0oKAKWjF0I/AAAAAAAADdk/F3EboIaVEZQ/s1600-h/Lanies+PJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S0oKAKWjF0I/AAAAAAAADdk/F3EboIaVEZQ/s320/Lanies+PJ.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425159699016390466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I love her pajama's. Maybe I can ask if I can borrow them. Ha ha!

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S0oKX4cB2_I/AAAAAAAADds/f6k4-Sj3W7U/s1600-h/Lanies+starter+collection.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S0oKX4cB2_I/AAAAAAAADds/f6k4-Sj3W7U/s320/Lanies+starter+collection.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425160106524400626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is what she is coming in. She even has a laptop! :o Marisol is going to be so jealous. Hope she doesn't steal it.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8824714739804957815?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8824714739804957815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-im-sooo-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8824714739804957815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8824714739804957815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-im-sooo-happy.html' title='Yay!!!! I&apos;m sooo happy.'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/S0oKAKWjF0I/AAAAAAAADdk/F3EboIaVEZQ/s72-c/Lanies+PJ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7547398548043533207</id><published>2009-12-25T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:57:57.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I hope everybody is having a wonderful Christmas and happy 
Hanukah for the people that celebrate it. :) I had such a great Christmas! I went to my uncles and I got to eat, play with animals, and talk to mom's family members that I have never met! It's great meeting new people. For Christmas I got two new outfits. I can't find the memory card to my camera because Mom's, brother took it. &gt;_&gt; Here they are:
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SzVeeibEYcI/AAAAAAAADQM/P3LVvAXg6t0/s1600-h/Fall+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SzVeeibEYcI/AAAAAAAADQM/P3LVvAXg6t0/s320/Fall+outfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419341605339685314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I absolutely love this outfit. It's really cute, warm, and mom has the exact same one.

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SzVewbmh2II/AAAAAAAADQU/d9CBWoHDQ08/s1600-h/Art+outfit..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SzVewbmh2II/AAAAAAAADQU/d9CBWoHDQ08/s320/Art+outfit..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419341912746350722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I let my sister Lindsey borrow this outfit and she looks awesome in it! Mom also has this same outfit and she thinks I look good in hats. She says the outfit will be great for Modeling. I love the whole outfit! I hope everyone got what they wanted for Christmas but remember "The biggest gifts come in small packages. :)"
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7547398548043533207?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7547398548043533207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7547398548043533207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7547398548043533207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SzVeeibEYcI/AAAAAAAADQM/P3LVvAXg6t0/s72-c/Fall+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7106239697125951292</id><published>2009-12-12T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:49:15.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanie!!</title><content type='html'>Today I was on Doll Diaries.com just looking around until I found this!
&lt;a href="http://s622.photobucket.com/albums/tt304/agdollfan/?action=view&amp;current=Lanie.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt304/agdollfan/Lanie.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It's Lanie! The girl of the year for 2010! This is what she's gonna look like and I did not expect this! I pictured her as African American with brown hair but I guess I was wrong. She still looks pretty though. ;)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7106239697125951292?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7106239697125951292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/lanie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7106239697125951292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7106239697125951292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/lanie.html' title='Lanie!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-3689682208437034382</id><published>2009-12-08T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:49:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas list + Pics!</title><content type='html'>Hello people,
Today I was talking to mommy and she said I should make a Christmas list. I don't want to ask too much because I know mom doesn't have a lot of money. Here is the list. 

1.New sneakers
2.clothes from AG
3.A new toy
4.Lots of love

The fourth on I already have but nothing wrong with wanting more love from the people that are awesome. Me and my sisters already got out Christmas pictures taken. There all very wintery looking and we look so cool. Here they are!
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7yBpSw4MI/AAAAAAAADNs/NDnoImog_y4/s1600-h/Christamas+pictures+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7yBpSw4MI/AAAAAAAADNs/NDnoImog_y4/s320/Christamas+pictures+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413029912224260290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7yPa3dpVI/AAAAAAAADN0/ZhXa_FzShKU/s1600-h/Christamas+pictures+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7yPa3dpVI/AAAAAAAADN0/ZhXa_FzShKU/s320/Christamas+pictures+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413030148869825874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There is me, Marisol and Lindsey holding the baby sister in the back. Don't let Marisol's smile fool you. She's EEEEEVILL!

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7ynlJRUnI/AAAAAAAADN8/by2RtgGN1qo/s1600-h/Christamas+pictures+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7ynlJRUnI/AAAAAAAADN8/by2RtgGN1qo/s320/Christamas+pictures+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413030563945730674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Baby Emma looks so sweet in her Christmas dress. :3 She's so cute! That's why I love her.(And the fact that she's my sister.)

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7zEbaY4nI/AAAAAAAADOE/yVTpPdDtZlo/s1600-h/Christamas+pictures+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7zEbaY4nI/AAAAAAAADOE/yVTpPdDtZlo/s320/Christamas+pictures+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413031059549381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here's Josefina and Sadie. Josie looks so pretty in that red dress and her hair down. Red is a very good color on her and Sadie doesn't like to dress up that much so she just put on some winter stuff. They both look really beautiful in there own way. so those are the pictures and I have the whole month of school off. That's because I'm home schooled. XD Yay me and my sisters. :D
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-3689682208437034382?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/3689682208437034382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3689682208437034382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3689682208437034382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas list + Pics!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sx7yBpSw4MI/AAAAAAAADNs/NDnoImog_y4/s72-c/Christamas+pictures+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-2678582413261245468</id><published>2009-11-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:36:27.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello dolls of Earth,
I just wanted to say to you guys to have a Rocking awesome Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite Holidays. Today I'm going over to my Grandma's house and Cousin Kit is going to be there. We are going to have SO much fun and eat turkey, and play games. :)I've been learning about the story of Thanksgiving day. Josefina likes the story too and she picked out a thanksgiving dress for me to that looks traditional, but it's not really my style.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sw6cE1cwLBI/AAAAAAAADME/VMJ-6LTqguY/s1600/Josefina%27s+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sw6cE1cwLBI/AAAAAAAADME/VMJ-6LTqguY/s320/Josefina%27s+Dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408431809399630866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'll just wear something else. Hope everyone has a Fantabulous Thanksgiving. For people and Dolls around the world. And please comment to me on whats your favorite thing to eat at thanksgiving. ;) Mine is the turkey and the stuffing. ;)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-2678582413261245468?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2678582413261245468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2678582413261245468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2678582413261245468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sw6cE1cwLBI/AAAAAAAADME/VMJ-6LTqguY/s72-c/Josefina%27s+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4969858265535434954</id><published>2009-11-20T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:28:38.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party! ;)</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun time last night with my sister Lindsey. My mommy was in Drama class at her school and me and Lindsey were bored and didn't know what to do. So we dug through some Cd's until we found the right one.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SwcG90z5i7I/AAAAAAAADK8/CMyG1SeBKH8/s1600/Dance+party!+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SwcG90z5i7I/AAAAAAAADK8/CMyG1SeBKH8/s320/Dance+party!+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406297536899681202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I picked out a Jesse McCartney CD. I used to have a huge crush on him. ;) Lindsey is crazy about him and we started jumping up and down acting hyper. Lindsey even gave me a piggy back ride. 
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Then my evil little Rebbeca doll tripped up and we fell face first on to the floor. Good thing it's a pink fluffy carpet. Don't worry Little Rebbecca got in trouble by her mom A.K.A Me and my mom. (You can see her knee in the picture.)
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All and all it was still very fun. Here is a Bonus picture of me and my lovable sister Lindsey and me dancing. :)
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Sisters For Life!

~Bella
p.s I'm feeling soo much better. My temp went down and I don't have my Flu anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4969858265535434954?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4969858265535434954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4969858265535434954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4969858265535434954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-party.html' title='Dance Party! ;)'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SwcG90z5i7I/AAAAAAAADK8/CMyG1SeBKH8/s72-c/Dance+party!+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-2343507665107529362</id><published>2009-11-09T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:20:50.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick :(</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,
Unfortunatly there is a Flu going around and I got it. And no, it's not the Swine Flu. it's just a regular Flu. my sister Josefina is taking good care of me and mom keeps bugging me to take lots of Liquids. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Lol! I look awful too. Mia has been helping me with homeschooling while mom is at a human school. Sometimes Mia will give me a break for a couple days but don't tell mommy. ;)Marisol hasent been helping at all. Not that i'm complaining or anything everyone is taking good care of me but she's so disrespectful! She's always walking around with a Doctors mask and keeps screaming "Swine flu, Swine FLUUUU!" I swear I want to smack her accross the face.&gt;_&lt; Plus Josefina gets mad at Marisol, they get into an argument, and it causes a whole bunch of commotion. Mia try's to calm everyone down, Emma starts to cry (Bitty baby) and Sadie just yells "Shut UP!!!" Well at least it works... I hope I feel better soon.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-2343507665107529362?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2343507665107529362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2343507665107529362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2343507665107529362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick :('/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-2935343776378757000</id><published>2009-11-01T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:39:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Halloween. Sorry it's a little late. My computar decided to act stupid and I couldent get on the internet! :( Halloween was fun though. I went trick-or-treating with Mia. I was a princess and Mia was a dancer. We got a bunch of candy. My favorite candy is Butterfingers. Yum! We got full after one piece because of the size of our stomaches. Mia was so hyper. Never give her suger sticks, Thats for sure.
I wish i could post a picture but my camra is screwed up. I having problems! Lol. Here is an old picture of mia wearing the dress that I wore for halloween.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Su2Pd-Tjd-I/AAAAAAAADFc/87bJjxIdkYE/s1600-h/american+girl+dolls+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Su2Pd-Tjd-I/AAAAAAAADFc/87bJjxIdkYE/s320/american+girl+dolls+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399129273391085538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Mia is a flower girl in this picture.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-2935343776378757000?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2935343776378757000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2935343776378757000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2935343776378757000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Su2Pd-Tjd-I/AAAAAAAADFc/87bJjxIdkYE/s72-c/american+girl+dolls+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5620170768500957844</id><published>2009-10-20T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:02:49.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I'm back! It was so fun. It turns out we weren't in Connecticut for a while. Me and my mom woke up at 5:00am to get on a train. We were going to NEW YORK CITY! It was a surprise from mommy's aunt. The first thing we did when we got to New youk was go to the American girl place. It's three floors and it is so cool! We went to go eat at the cafe.
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This is me and my chair. They gave me these plates and cups. you couldn't keep them though. :( Mom is right next to me. After that we got to our hotel which was SO nice and cozy. While we were at the AG place I got a souvenir outfit and a surprise for Chrissa. Her Llama starburst. Chrissa was really excited and happy.
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The next day we went to the statue of liberty! It was SO cool to see it up close. I might be making an album soon so everyone can see it! Not to mention we went to the Empire state building. We went on the 80Th floor!! The view of the city was beautiful! I think my favorite trip was going to the Broadway show. Me and mom saw Marry Poppins. It was unbelievable and awesome. I will make an album soon. Until then here are some pictures.
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I took this picture from the empire state building. Isn't it cool?

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There are so many birds in New york. There used to being around people and traffic. Sometimes they'll come up to you looking for food.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5620170768500957844?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5620170768500957844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5620170768500957844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5620170768500957844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/St5Mbqbh8tI/AAAAAAAAC3w/MX1VJ07PH5E/s72-c/New+york+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8222422221765431790</id><published>2009-10-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:11:35.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Connecticut (Be back soon!)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm going to Connecticut with my mom. I'll make sure to update when I come back. I will be gone for three days. I'll post some pics while I'm there. We are going to have a girls night out! I know it sounds dorky but It'll be fun. :)I can't wait. See you guys soon!
xoxoxo
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8222422221765431790?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8222422221765431790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-to-connecticut-be-back-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8222422221765431790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8222422221765431790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-to-connecticut-be-back-soon.html' title='Going to Connecticut (Be back soon!)'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5998796957350877155</id><published>2009-10-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:16:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being micheivious!</title><content type='html'>Today I was hanging out with Sonali. We talked a lot and she is actually really nice, as if she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. We wanted to go play outside but it was down pouring so we decided to have some fun inside. My mom was still in school and we were getting a little bit hungry. Me and Sonali pulled up a chair and climbed on top of the counter.
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We were curious to see what kind of snacks mom is always keeping from us. It was so much fun. Sonali was in the cubored and she found some cheese-its party mix! yum!
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We never went up on the counter before. I didn't know Sonali has a mischievous side to her. Same with my doll Rebbeca. We got down from the counter and then we heard footsteps. Me, Sonali, and Mini Rebbeca ran and we hid in the coat closet. At least we didn't get caught...
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~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5998796957350877155?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5998796957350877155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-micheivious.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5998796957350877155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5998796957350877155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-micheivious.html' title='Being micheivious!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Ss05nBLw-kI/AAAAAAAAC0M/14iU2kvvhkA/s72-c/american+girl+dolls+and+Sonali+and+bella+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7530952116017955192</id><published>2009-09-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:49:56.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonali is here!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Sonali came to our house this after noon. I came down stairs and I saw Chrissa and her together watching TV. I said hi to her and introduced myself. She is actually very nice. We talked a little bit and giggled at Sponge Bob. Chrissa loves that show and we looked at the American girl catalog.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrrBhrHC4wI/AAAAAAAACyU/yL6iaiwyon4/s1600-h/Sonali+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrrBhrHC4wI/AAAAAAAACyU/yL6iaiwyon4/s320/Sonali+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829088726967042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Did you know American girl came out with new dolls? If you didn't know, you can check on there website. Anyways, Sonali is really pretty and we get along great. I'm not sure how Marisol is going to react because she doesn't like new dolls. I'm going to give Sonali a tour around the house so she'll know were to go. :)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7530952116017955192?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7530952116017955192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonali-is-here.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7530952116017955192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7530952116017955192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonali-is-here.html' title='Sonali is here!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrrBhrHC4wI/AAAAAAAACyU/yL6iaiwyon4/s72-c/Sonali+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-71120744817657862</id><published>2009-09-22T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:30:08.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe Fall is here already! It seems like only yesterday was summer and now it's getting a little chilly. Me and my sister Sadie wanted to go outside and play. There aren't many leaves around, only because it's the beginning of this beautiful season. It was fun going outside and goofing around with your older sister.
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Me and Sadie gathered a bunch of leaves and we threw them at each other. Lol! XD We could not stop laughing! After we calmed down we took a walk in our neighborhood. We started talking about what the "New Girl" AKA Sonali would be like. She's coming home tomorrow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrlOeUoe-8I/AAAAAAAACx0/kFpHQ1VAGW4/s1600-h/Fall+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrlOeUoe-8I/AAAAAAAACx0/kFpHQ1VAGW4/s320/Fall+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421112339692482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
Then we just sat on the grass and looked at the sky. It was clear skies and not a cloud in sight! It was actually so peaceful that we actually fell asleep while leaves fell on us. I think the trees are starting to kick in!
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I'm going to miss summer. I was so used to warm weather and now I'm freezing. I guess its one of those things you have to get used too. I hope everyone enjoys the Fall this year! And a bonding with a sister. ;)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-71120744817657862?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/71120744817657862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-believe-fall-is-here-already-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/71120744817657862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/71120744817657862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-believe-fall-is-here-already-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrlNUBJ-i9I/AAAAAAAACxs/vrd5lRqWDt0/s72-c/Fall+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4452559144488846246</id><published>2009-09-16T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:05:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Doll!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,
Today was mom's birthday and she got some money...enough to buy another doll. She's going to order a girl named "Sonali" If you have trouble pronouncing her name this is how It's pronounced: Suh-nal-lee. She is one of Chrissa's best friends. I hope she's nice. This is what she looks like.
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I heard she had a reputation of being mean, but changed. BOY I already have Marisol to ruin my life. Plus my Bossy older sister of a home-school teacher still won't settle down with her teachings. :( What if Marisol and Sonali join together and start to beat up on me? (Then again, Sonali does have Chrissa.) Sonali used to have some friends named Tara and jadyen and they would gang up on Chrissa. I remember in the movie that she did change. I hope Sonali is just like the Sonali from the movie.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4452559144488846246?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4452559144488846246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-doll.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4452559144488846246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4452559144488846246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-doll.html' title='New Doll!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SrGARVjkjNI/AAAAAAAACvA/NfxU4BBpFn8/s72-c/Sonali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8360722317866776765</id><published>2009-09-13T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:11:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's Back! :D</title><content type='html'>Mia came back from Rhode Island! I missed her too much. Last night I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about my best buddy coming home. She also got me a souvenir. It's a blue rock with a palm tree on it and when you put it in the sun it *sparkles*. The really funny part was that when she walked inside me and my sisters ran down stairs and did a dog pile, Or as you may call it "Doll pile." Lol! She didn't mind though, She thought it was fun and we started to laugh. Aren't we glad to have friends?
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8360722317866776765?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8360722317866776765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mias-back-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8360722317866776765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8360722317866776765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mias-back-d.html' title='Mia&apos;s Back! :D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6667860212119601298</id><published>2009-09-09T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:29:55.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia is in Rhode Island!</title><content type='html'>My Best friend in the whole world left yesterday. That's because she's on vacation. She E-mailed me saying the the traffic is crazy! Most people go to Cape cod for there vacation.Can you imagine the traffic there?! Anyways, she sent me some pictures from her trip. She stayed at a Hotel called "America's best quality Inn" The only important thing to Mia is that the room is clean and it's cheap.
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It was a two star hotel, but she doesn't care. I heard the beds were super comfy. I couldn't come because I had home school and and this was Mia's special time. Mia just didn't stay at a hotel the whole time though. She actually visited a Newport and there was a beautiful dock with a bunch of boats.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sqgdr3a0AfI/AAAAAAAAClo/G_SxGTJ2IJk/s1600-h/Rhode+Island+with+Mia+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sqgdr3a0AfI/AAAAAAAAClo/G_SxGTJ2IJk/s320/Rhode+Island+with+Mia+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379582394342048242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Mia is so lucky! Maybe I should have a special time with myself. Mia also said that the water at the dock gets high in the morning but gets lower during the afternoon. She'll be back in 4 days.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6667860212119601298?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6667860212119601298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mia-is-in-rhode-island.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6667860212119601298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6667860212119601298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mia-is-in-rhode-island.html' title='Mia is in Rhode Island!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sqgcz56Ej-I/AAAAAAAAClg/0LzcIYoYeqY/s72-c/Rhode+Island+with+Mia+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8547276978975298008</id><published>2009-09-03T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:58:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new AG doll!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I'm SO happy right now. My mom says I've been really good with my home schooling, and she gave me...*Drumroll*......REBECCA!!!!!!! She is so pretty and she's the new Historical doll. I've always wanted an AG doll. She's from 1914 and has curly brown hair and Hazel eyes. She's Russian-Jewish and growing up in New york city. I just started reading her book. I can't believe how happy I am! :D Here is a picture of me and my new friend.;)
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SqBmBzydIyI/AAAAAAAAClA/ut2kXNcvM7Q/s1600-h/Bella+gets+Rebbeca+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SqBmBzydIyI/AAAAAAAAClA/ut2kXNcvM7Q/s320/Bella+gets+Rebbeca+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377410136348107554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8547276978975298008?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8547276978975298008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-ag-doll.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8547276978975298008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8547276978975298008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-ag-doll.html' title='My new AG doll!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SqBmBzydIyI/AAAAAAAAClA/ut2kXNcvM7Q/s72-c/Bella+gets+Rebbeca+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-3137698512780472300</id><published>2009-09-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:38:21.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...Well home school.</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of School. I'm home schooled, so It's not that much of a big deal. The reason I'm home schooled is because my mom doesn't have time to take me to a public school because she goes to one. My older sister Josefina teaches me and the rest of my sisters. Josefina is a great teacher, but...She can go overboard. Marisol asked if she could go use the bathroom and Josefina got mad and made her wear a "Dunce" cap and sit in a corner. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sp2TYpPhw0I/AAAAAAAACk4/Tpr9tdDF4MI/s1600-h/School+and+AG+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sp2TYpPhw0I/AAAAAAAACk4/Tpr9tdDF4MI/s320/School+and+AG+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376615581747364674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Josefina thinks Marisol is trying to get out of class. Josefina was losing it! She started punishing everybody if they didn't get a question right. I was able to sneak way quickly and quietly. Today was a little suckish. Other then that, mom is going back to school tomorrow. I'll be home alone with my sisters. Hopefully tomorrow will be better...or worse.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-3137698512780472300?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/3137698512780472300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-schoolwell-home-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3137698512780472300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/3137698512780472300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-schoolwell-home-school.html' title='Back to school...Well home school.'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Sp2TYpPhw0I/AAAAAAAACk4/Tpr9tdDF4MI/s72-c/School+and+AG+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7761062962549855372</id><published>2009-08-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:24:04.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing trees!</title><content type='html'>Today was so fun! It finally cooled down and me an my BFF Mia got to go outside to my favorite tree. Behind my house is a little tree that's so fun to climb and great for shade. We sat under the tree and we played and chat, then we decided to climb it. I never knew Mia was such a good climber. She went all the way to the top of the tree but the problem was that she couldn't get down and I Had to bring out a ladder to get her down. Lol!
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I would have taken a picture of Mia on the very tippy top of the tree but I was really worried about getting her down.
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She's really good. I also really loved what she was wearing. Maybe I should borrow that outfit from her. ;)Anyways...Here is a picture of both of us by the tree.
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Don't you just love Best friends? Do you have any BFF's, and if so who is it?
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7761062962549855372?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7761062962549855372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/climbing-trees.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7761062962549855372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7761062962549855372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/climbing-trees.html' title='Climbing trees!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Spc9_8oxNXI/AAAAAAAACjQ/THJGu_39eZ0/s72-c/climbing+trees!+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5117882800631399457</id><published>2009-08-26T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:31:13.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Toys!</title><content type='html'>Guess what!? The other day my Sister Lindsey went to the bass pro shop near Gillette stadium (That's where the soccer games are) and then they went to McDonald's and look what she got.
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There having American girl doll toys at there! Lindsey wasn't too crazy about it, so she gave it to me. There's little paper dolls inside. This one is Kirsten so if you want these little books go to McDonald's and ask for a "girls happy meal." There really fun to read and the paper dolls are fun too.;)Oh and if you want to see the trip with Lindsey and the Bass pro shop you can look on my Albums and find it.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5117882800631399457?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5117882800631399457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mcdonalds-toys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5117882800631399457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5117882800631399457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mcdonalds-toys.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Toys!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SpXutIzSr8I/AAAAAAAAChs/p37zPWiYhkc/s72-c/Lindsey+goes+to+fish+place+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-2019645574918937207</id><published>2009-08-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:14:09.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Hot!</title><content type='html'>It is so hot outside. I wish I could go out and play but my vinyl will soften and melt. Hopefully if it gets cooler or rains I could go out. Good thing my house has air conditioning. I have to sleep downstairs on the couch with mom while all my sisters sleep upstairs in the guest room. The guest room has air conditioning, so it's nice and cool in there. Other then this blistering hot weather, my Sister Lindsey is happy. This is what she looks like.
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She was watching videos on YouTube, and found a video on how to tighten a dolls neck. (That's if the neck is loose.) Lindsey had that problem ever since she arrived. She asked Mommy if she could tighten her neck string and she agreed. Lindsey looks so much better without that big gap in her neck. Plus her head doesn't wobble. Now my mom won't have to worry when she receives dolls in the mail. ;)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-2019645574918937207?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2019645574918937207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-hot.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2019645574918937207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2019645574918937207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-hot.html' title='Too Hot!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SoruXjD-KpI/AAAAAAAACXQ/JkKVn_phpG8/s72-c/Lindsey+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-6287433151590506053</id><published>2009-08-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:30:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Modeling with Mia♥</title><content type='html'>Yestorday was sooo much fun. I got to model with my BFF Mia! She is a model too, and loves to ice skate.☺ Our Agent set up a pink flower background and we put on some very flashy outfits. There actually Marisol's clothes, but don't tell her. Mwhahaha! &gt;:D. Anyways the theme is friendship and here are some of the photos.
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Mia is giving me a pibbyback ride! The shoot was fun and we couldent stop laughing! We put our shoot into an album so make sure to check that out.:)

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This is such a nice closeup of me and Mia. Don't we look so pretty? It's so nice to do a photoshoot. Especially with your best friend. If you want to see the rest of the pictures you can look on the albums in my favorite links. I always love hearing comments.(Nice ones, of course!) I think Mia enjoyed the photo shoot more the I did. Lol!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-6287433151590506053?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6287433151590506053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/modeling-with-mia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6287433151590506053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/6287433151590506053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/modeling-with-mia.html' title='♥Modeling with Mia♥'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SoMzAMCmz9I/AAAAAAAACSY/NLXdkz2j79E/s72-c/Mia+and+Isabella+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-158125500485930656</id><published>2009-08-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:53:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Modeling♥</title><content type='html'>I've been catching up on my Modeling lately and I thought it would be cool to share one of my photo shoots. In this one, I'm advertising a company called "School Art." It's when a child has there art work printed on something like mugs, tee shirts, posters, and Lots of other stuff. I wanted to show off my giant Tee shirt I did. It's suppose to be a bird. All you do is send in your art work to "School art" and then they'll give you a catalog with a bunch of merchandise on it. You select the product you want and they'll put your art on it! Isn't that cool!? Anyways here are my modeling pictures. I use my giant Tee shirt as pajamas.:)

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The scenes in my pictures are taken in my mommy's parents bedroom. The colors in the room are just perfect for scenery.

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As you can see I have my favorite stuffed Unicorn. Her name is Starlight.

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Here is a closeup! I really like closeups. Everybody can see my beautiful face.;)

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This one is my favorite. Even though it covers my picture on my tee shirt, I'm suppose to look scared. Like I seen a ghost or something is going to attack me.

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I really do love to model. When I do it, it just clears everything in my head. It gets me off of my mind of... I can't believe I'm saying her name in this one special post, but Marisol!!! Modeling gets me off of my mind of what happened Last week. Remember when she tied me up and put me in a box. Ugh! Stupid ungrateful...Well you get the point. Anyways it helps me forget about bad memories and lots of other stuff I rather not think about. What do you do to relieve stress? I hope you loved my photos. I'll make sure to post another photo shoot on my blog pretty soon. Bye for now.:)
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-158125500485930656?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/158125500485930656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/modeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/158125500485930656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/158125500485930656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/modeling.html' title='♥Modeling♥'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SoB3CuHhhrI/AAAAAAAACNc/YY2IGCNxe2c/s72-c/Advertsing+School+Art+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-2112641679161620365</id><published>2009-08-04T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:32:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisol stricks again!</title><content type='html'>Marisol is so Evil!!! Here is what happened I walked into my room and nobody was around. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SnizoV-vvpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TWQvAdaOkF0/s1600-h/Bad+Marisol!+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SnizoV-vvpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TWQvAdaOkF0/s320/Bad+Marisol!+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236461688405650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
All of my other sisters were outside playing Marco Polo, Well I thought Marisol was outside But boy, was I wrong! When I walked in, She came out of no where and jumped on me! She had a bunch of headbands that mom would usually wear.
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She tied me up with mommy's head bands. She tied my legs, hands, and my mouth. Marisol told me she was going to ship me off to a place called "EBay." That's were the UN-loved,beat up, non-bonding, dolls go! She put me into my original box. I thought I was really going on "EBay" and Never seeing mommy again. Then right at that very moment, Mommy walked into the room. Marisol was caught! She was really mad. Marisol is grounded for a MONTH! It felt so good having those head bands off of my body. Next time I'll watch out before I go to the bedroom, and sleep with one eye open...And laugh, and laugh, and laugh at Marisol.
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~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-2112641679161620365?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2112641679161620365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/marisol-stricks-again.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2112641679161620365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/2112641679161620365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/marisol-stricks-again.html' title='Marisol stricks again!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SnizoV-vvpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TWQvAdaOkF0/s72-c/Bad+Marisol!+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-9073440402415503214</id><published>2009-08-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:53:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>I've been really getting into photography lately. At first I wasn't sure what to take pictures of,but then my friend Chrissa gave me an Idea! "Why not take pictures of flowers?" Good thing theres Chrissa around. I told my mommy about it and she took me to some places with beautiful flowers. Here are some pics I took while I was there.
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This one is my favorite! I love little droplets of water on grass and plants. I didn't realize I did such a good job on this photo.
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This big beautiful flower remines me of the sun. It looks so bright in the middle and it just pops out!
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I had to be really brave for this one! It's a cute little Bee on a flower! I'm allergic to bee's so mom had to be with me the whole time I was taking the picture. Luckily I didn't get stung. I don't think that little Bee minds. Maybe someday I can sell my photographs. Mommy says I get the photography from her. :) Do any of you guys like doing photography?
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-9073440402415503214?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/9073440402415503214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/photography.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/9073440402415503214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/9073440402415503214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/08/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SnSaf5mg1gI/AAAAAAAACD4/tkdKtruX9Dc/s72-c/Bella+goes+to+the+craft+show+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-8819944075217457021</id><published>2009-07-26T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:38:54.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to a Craft fair and museum.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun. I would have posted yesterday, but I was to tired to even talk. I went to a craft show with my mom and there was so much. They didn't have any doll clothes though. Oh well. There was even a museum across the street from the fair. It talks about a lot of history and the town we were at.
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These are some people setting up there stuff in there tents. It was a little chilly in the morning, but then it got really warm in towards the day. I even got to meet these golden retrievers that were so soft and beautiful,they didn't even eat me.
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Aren't they SO cute? They look so happy! After that morning it turned afternoon really quick. It got really hot so I got some Oreo Ice cream and went to the museum across the street. I learned so much about that town.
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There was this really creepy looking doll that's more then 50 years old. She looks possessed. I'm glad I don't look like that.
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These are some really old medicine and poison bottles.
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See? Poison. That bottle looks scary.
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And look! One of those really old type writers. There just like ours but bigger and more bulkier.;) It was a really good day. It felt so good to get home and change my clothes.Hopefully I'll go to another craft show with mom.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-8819944075217457021?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8819944075217457021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-craft-fair-and-museum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8819944075217457021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/8819944075217457021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-craft-fair-and-museum.html' title='Went to a Craft fair and museum.'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/Smzl3inZJHI/AAAAAAAAB-4/c4XINe5pHys/s72-c/Bella+goes+to+the+craft+show+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-291772108985908488</id><published>2009-07-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:40:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting my new cousin! :D</title><content type='html'>I was really excited yesterday! I got to meet my cousin. Her name is kit. She is a historical and wants to be a reporter. I got to meet her because her mommy is at New Hampshire and Kit guards the house while she's gone. Sometimes she can get lonely that's when I stepped in.
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This is me walking to her house. When I got there I knocked on her door a few times, but no body answered. The door was open so I walked inside. It was a cozy home. I figured she would be in her mom's room. She was! Kit was really excited to see me. We got along great!
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We got to talk about a lot of stuff. She gave me a tour around the house and apologised, because she didn't hear me at the door. Kit is even the same age as me!

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Later we got to watch TV in her living room. I got to teach her about a lot of stuff that's popular "Today" I turned on Sponge Bob and she loved it! We got to dance around to one episode and and being funny.
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We did one thing that our mommy's would never let us do. Climb on the Cat tower. Kit has some kitties but her mom took them to new Hampshire. I We had to take off our shoes so when we climb on each other it won't hurt. I got to the very top and Kit is in the middle. It was SO much fun! Then mommy told us to get down.
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After that daring adventure we got to play hide and seek. I think I'm a very good hider but Kit found me! I was hiding in a video basket.
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It was still fun,though. The hard part was saying goodbye. I didn't want to leave but I knew I couldn't stay. Mommy told me that I will see her again someday. I didn't realise I could get so close to a cousin. But she's my cousin and I know I will see her again.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-291772108985908488?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/291772108985908488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/meeting-my-new-cousin-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/291772108985908488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/291772108985908488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/meeting-my-new-cousin-d.html' title='Meeting my new cousin! :D'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SmimAO1OnCI/AAAAAAAAB0A/84XzMu4euU8/s72-c/Bella+meets+Kit+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-1238417641158889958</id><published>2009-07-22T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:09:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like my new Kitty?</title><content type='html'>I got her at Bunny hero labs. She is on the side bar and you can give her some food or play with her. Feel free to adopt one yourslef and add a pet to your Blog.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-1238417641158889958?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1238417641158889958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-like-my-new-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1238417641158889958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/1238417641158889958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-like-my-new-kitty.html' title='Do you like my new Kitty?'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-7398892336678647004</id><published>2009-07-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:21:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! Marisol! &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>Today wasent really that good. My mommy had to go to a summer program for 45 minuets and I was stuck with the rest of my sisters. Thats not bad but one of my sisters is mean to me. She is the second oldest and her name is Marisol. She is always talking about herself, does NOT like new dolls, and and keeps bragging about that she's Girl of the year, or something like that. She thinks shes super rare because she was made in 2005. Big whoop!! Lindsey was GOTY for 2001. Look at her now. I should tell what happend when mom was at the summer program. I was sitting on the bed talking to Lindsey (#19). She is older then me by two years and she's nice to me. Well Marisol came over and said "Lindsey why are you hanging out with a loser like HER! She's not even pretty!" What did she just say!? OMG I wanted to claw her eyes out but then Lindsey held me back! Marisol is a total brat and I dont like her! "Hate" is a really strong word. I heard it took her three months to get along with Chrissa.

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Good thing Mia's hockey stick was around. But once again Lindsey stoped me.I wish I could do something with Marisol. I dont' want to kill her I just want her to know what it's like being picked on. I am SOOOO NOT ugly. If I was ugly I wouldent even be a model. Is Marisol a Model!? NOOOO! I am soo mad!
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Once again I don't like her!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-7398892336678647004?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7398892336678647004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-marisol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7398892336678647004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/7398892336678647004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-marisol.html' title='Ugh! Marisol! &gt;:('/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SmS0yFnPF_I/AAAAAAAABtU/uEzagOWjzko/s72-c/Bella+gets+mad!+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-4389107899882508365</id><published>2009-07-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:51:01.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching spring peepers!</title><content type='html'>Today was really fun! Mommy told me that we were going to catch spring peepers and I said "What are spring peepers?" She told me there like little tiny frogs that live in wet area's. The grass was wet enough to catch them. We went outside in the backyard and we ketched 14 spring peepers! It was so fun but you have to ketch them easily. If you use your fingers it could hurt them so You can just take your hand and scoop them up gently or put your hand over them so they can jump to your palm. It was a lot of fun. I heard that they are really loud during the this time of year because they do there mating call down at the swamp.
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I felt good letting them go. I saved 14 spring peepers. Of course I had to wash my hands after. I hope to do it again soon.
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-4389107899882508365?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4389107899882508365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-spring-peepers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4389107899882508365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/4389107899882508365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-spring-peepers.html' title='Catching spring peepers!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifTiquLPG_k/SmH77TbBNmI/AAAAAAAABk4/vJYyAzmJ_Gc/s72-c/Isabella+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391295788207788494.post-5742926072110285650</id><published>2009-07-17T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:26:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! This is my first ever Blog.I just came to my new home from the AGPNB. It was really hot there. Anyways I should probably introduce myself. My name is Isabella but you can just call me Bella. I'm #25 in the JLY collection. I love to model, sing, and I'm really pretty. I'm not trying to be a snob but I think I am. My new mom is awesome and she is so nice!I even have new sisters! One of them is named Marisol. She is the 2nd doll and a little mean. I don't think she likes me. There is one girl I did like though. Her name is Mia St.Clair and she does modeling just like me! I hope we become Best friends! OK more about me! I love Demi lovato. She is a really talented singer. That's what you know about me. I should tell you how I got to Rutland from Boston! Well the store looked really busy and I was upstairs in the back of a shelf. Another #25 was was in front of me. Then a woman grabbed the first box and then the second. She gave them to a young teenager and she opened both boxes to do body inspection. Then she stood both of us up and scanned us. She decided to pick me. She went to the cashier and paid for me. She also got a tote to carry me in. It was really hot when we got into the car and the teenager started to open me up. That's when I new that She was my new mom. I can't believe I was wearing that star hoodie. I was cooking in that. Then we went to the food market called "Pricechoper." It was nice and cool in there. Mom carried me in her tote. We ordered Pizza and then drove off. I finally got to my new home and we went upstairs and I saw other dolls! You already knew that. ;)The best part was when my new mom took me into a walk-in-closet and on top of a white bookshelf there was two beds. One was my oldest sister's bed Josefina's, and the other was mine! My very own room with clothes and toys and posters. There was a gift on the side of the bed, my mom told me to open it and it was a stuffed pink unicorn. Hoe cute! I named her "Starlight." So that is the story how I got here. My new mom is going to give me a tour around the house now. Bye!
~Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391295788207788494-5742926072110285650?l=bellacutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5742926072110285650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5742926072110285650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391295788207788494/posts/default/5742926072110285650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellacutie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Isabella Valentina S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04705963830893497648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTrwjErsETo/TxHs36fVyqI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ogxJ6zdTCAo/s220/Bella%2527s%2Bblog%2Bpicss%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
