tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70438945757923445952024-03-13T21:07:13.198-07:00The Adventures of Veggie Barbie and Carnivore KenOlivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-61679793569953881132009-07-09T14:30:00.000-07:002009-07-09T16:23:08.089-07:00Barbie's "Twilight" trip to Forks, Washington.So, one day this summer Barbie got a little bit bored, and she decided she wanted to go on a mini-vacation.<br /><br />See, Barbie recently read all the books in the "Twilight" Series by Stephanie Meyer.<br /><br />As you may remember, she even went to the midnight book release party for Breaking Dawn last summer.<br />So naturally, because Barbie is such a huge Twilight fan, Ken suggested that she might enjoy a trip to the town of Forks, where the Twilight books are supposed to take place.<br /><br />Forks is quite a drive from where Barbie and Ken reside in Washington. So they made a road trip out of it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehUfMzKSZsr6g6DylyfBL0xpCLyKCzUC8_RHkV_Q6ogojpMK-f2EHkoF7TOkWrxYiGClnyp8w6PqUHTZbIDyjojRGzPysqXAPvn1HTDh1gNYK4gsMfGhclhsi2GzcfmsZsBbUv3cVPN0j/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356586864736201090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehUfMzKSZsr6g6DylyfBL0xpCLyKCzUC8_RHkV_Q6ogojpMK-f2EHkoF7TOkWrxYiGClnyp8w6PqUHTZbIDyjojRGzPysqXAPvn1HTDh1gNYK4gsMfGhclhsi2GzcfmsZsBbUv3cVPN0j/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" /></a>First, Barbie and Ken drove about thirty minutes to Seattle where they boarded a ferry to Bremerton.<br /><br />They got off the ferry in Bremerton and kept driving, by this time they were both very hungry.<br />Barbie didn't want to eat at a yucky fast-food restaurant. There were no places in Bremerton that Barbie found acceptable to eat at, not that she's picky, they kept driving. Pretty soon they were driving in the dark in what seemed like the middle of no where. Barbie and Ken's little plastic stomachs were so empty, at this point they didn't really care where they ate.<br /><br />Pretty soon they found a cute little diner to eat at, called the <strong>Highway 101 Diner.</strong> Inside the diner everything was decorated just as a retro 1950's diner would be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qstGn5NSoEa931C2hyYJzOUafSTojBXqCcad7tz3FK7-CDm24OYBwcS1e3ZXxCsRL0V5-ajUkK9-RQ11EbhP0eIt-uDq_CMvCc31MWZ9L3VJTZZiErANRISf460u3tOQK1IE8goSKu_I/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356586871891028594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qstGn5NSoEa931C2hyYJzOUafSTojBXqCcad7tz3FK7-CDm24OYBwcS1e3ZXxCsRL0V5-ajUkK9-RQ11EbhP0eIt-uDq_CMvCc31MWZ9L3VJTZZiErANRISf460u3tOQK1IE8goSKu_I/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /></a>There was even a jukebox that looked like the back of a Cadillac.<br /><br />And much to Barbie's excitement, a veggie-burger on the menu! Ken ordered a regular hamburger of course. When they were through eating they kept driving until they got to the small town of Port Angeles where they found a motel to stay at for the night.<br /><br />Ken and Barbie woke up bright and early the next morning and continued on to Forks.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh349qDB3rZMnDLeIhphdqoM2X9BIFOgjcOtd62ZNdmuHU9rIvN4VDxodz0fJzKK0kQGQchKAiCYlQuot446XUgY8lDcHlwibroTWCfd839oOghtiHqsWijyDkoDhM1S5Zdo2AMfETwjj9o/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356588275377553202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh349qDB3rZMnDLeIhphdqoM2X9BIFOgjcOtd62ZNdmuHU9rIvN4VDxodz0fJzKK0kQGQchKAiCYlQuot446XUgY8lDcHlwibroTWCfd839oOghtiHqsWijyDkoDhM1S5Zdo2AMfETwjj9o/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /></a>When they arrived in Forks they went to the Chamber of Commerce first to get the official "Twilight Tour Map." Ken grumbled that he didn't need a map, but Barbie knew better, smart girl that she is.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLalMGWhDn9UbJIXQGmIhyPmT0GL1u3Wx13CSwXCRvnllWaqRKUeWfSqTYby3qX32G-gwalsPsG9GNdSLUE8JmoDFZoKxHwTbUoJOceqF5s7QpY8i3yFYmJtPP-EmYlMVIMx2IM0nVxpzG/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356586882495110418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLalMGWhDn9UbJIXQGmIhyPmT0GL1u3Wx13CSwXCRvnllWaqRKUeWfSqTYby3qX32G-gwalsPsG9GNdSLUE8JmoDFZoKxHwTbUoJOceqF5s7QpY8i3yFYmJtPP-EmYlMVIMx2IM0nVxpzG/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /></a>Barbie got pictues by most of the Twilight landmarks:<br /><br />Bella's Truck,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr_wRbM8WvSMv_oelokvMGVtibjO5i_yPV1kSZclnUEgzTFTvQt7q_THNKkLuKUYGQE4pJSxHI_5y-CBzH-vaHSPX2DPy9OHlwwx4MyBBDPhr8m75YUHV3ZzYZvuSQ_LYVWWRjHIZOdNR/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356586893110578386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr_wRbM8WvSMv_oelokvMGVtibjO5i_yPV1kSZclnUEgzTFTvQt7q_THNKkLuKUYGQE4pJSxHI_5y-CBzH-vaHSPX2DPy9OHlwwx4MyBBDPhr8m75YUHV3ZzYZvuSQ_LYVWWRjHIZOdNR/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Hospital where Carlise works, (Barbie lost one of her shoes there)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkd8WhiYUaQ3oHXOM8PPbRq0KUpR1eY8T0V1IS_Ecg2huKNiyil6GSt8SxmqOFgMLiIGIG3WUvVXCAPgcVNpUrdIRL9o_78TWYh92gDgcwJgnf_Ai2ybD6hfhpkIZeEwfSUh0sl-Ws6niT/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356588265704011266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkd8WhiYUaQ3oHXOM8PPbRq0KUpR1eY8T0V1IS_Ecg2huKNiyil6GSt8SxmqOFgMLiIGIG3WUvVXCAPgcVNpUrdIRL9o_78TWYh92gDgcwJgnf_Ai2ybD6hfhpkIZeEwfSUh0sl-Ws6niT/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /></a>Edward Cullen's house,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_V8fodYVw1cWjDjGxWKkXJIXq7CiLhhT_xnyO-tBDYIvxXELbIhAvMJMYCKTvfNBanBDxsIIQp-5cQQ-UAHkWpTa9HDaiayg0NWmuEPRbzTSKRPanG6AagmHQv8Zt0EhGqGyvJIXsFMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356586886222205090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_V8fodYVw1cWjDjGxWKkXJIXq7CiLhhT_xnyO-tBDYIvxXELbIhAvMJMYCKTvfNBanBDxsIIQp-5cQQ-UAHkWpTa9HDaiayg0NWmuEPRbzTSKRPanG6AagmHQv8Zt0EhGqGyvJIXsFMQ/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bella Swan's house, and the Forks Police station.<br /><br />They had a lovely lunch at a little Cafe. Barbie liked all the "Twilight" names for the food... A Bella Burger, Twilight Punch, Jacob Black-Berry Cobbler and more. Ken wasn't nearly as amused, but he was a good sport. Even when Barbie ordered him a veggie sandwich.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hyphenhyphenJb6qiQyPoTAcsIpIA7IEo2D9H4XbKRk53KI3jS5Wq3oPQTM-7hC16atLO08lCBPJVKJpko4QnoZSGe99spwtHK4DfkrXX1-jX4zdRTKQkmqamzy4-I1AGMOqowIznqQ-FdCOnRkOmJ/s1600-h/IMG_0541dklfj.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356588279607086338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hyphenhyphenJb6qiQyPoTAcsIpIA7IEo2D9H4XbKRk53KI3jS5Wq3oPQTM-7hC16atLO08lCBPJVKJpko4QnoZSGe99spwtHK4DfkrXX1-jX4zdRTKQkmqamzy4-I1AGMOqowIznqQ-FdCOnRkOmJ/s320/IMG_0541dklfj.JPG" border="0" /></a>Barbie also visited Forks High School, but Ken was distracted watching the football team practice and forgot to take her picture, so here's a picture of me by Forks High School instead.<br /><br />After their busy day, Barbie and Ken stayed a night in Forks, then headed back home.<br /><br /><br />Their "Twilight" trip to Forks has been a highlight in Barbie's summer. Ken wasn't totally enthralled, because he never read the books, he just watched the movie. Lame!!Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-76186271824340541912009-06-30T16:23:00.000-07:002009-06-30T17:38:50.797-07:00Barbie and Ken go to Honduras!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><strong></strong></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>First of all, sorry I'm so behind on these, I've just been so busy with work and school and such. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></div></span></strong></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>So during spring break, two of my best friends, Carly and Sarah, took Barbie and Ken with them on a mission trip to Honduras, where they were building a school. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></div></span></strong></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Very early </strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuzu15xtOZNIALdRxp_wM8hmiKjFw9IBCVFebBQrctIvmlKP0yDt9GBbwvXpOXXPqejazEuRDijFZUmkJh2ZMquEr1usEwhjCSqPhLhChf9wCUf3gj-dKXaONP0_knSmPBlbD-R5wVGdn/s1600-h/Honduras+Mission+1116.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353276257977055538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuzu15xtOZNIALdRxp_wM8hmiKjFw9IBCVFebBQrctIvmlKP0yDt9GBbwvXpOXXPqejazEuRDijFZUmkJh2ZMquEr1usEwhjCSqPhLhChf9wCUf3gj-dKXaONP0_knSmPBlbD-R5wVGdn/s320/Honduras+Mission+1116.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>one morning Barbie and Ken went to the Sea-Tac airport. They were invited to go on a mission trip to Honduras to help build a school. Barbie tried to learn some Spanish words before hand, but the flash-cards were taller than she was! Their flight took off at about 5:00 am, and then they had a layover in Dallas, Texas. While in Texas, Ken wanted to get some steak, Barbie said that the airlines had perfectly good vegetarian meals.</strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyDJCiQPF4RD2rEutwg8tveWmBtgc0Zmz4D6bYT_nnUMAJuVIS18WlMUnnibX97M77vRudrBAPPsio0wX_5yFN56eMITlEqeYvmbWSH_UjAb02pPNCcr4Rn4eHeSAiZwlfMHMPY5lIxtT/s1600-h/Honduras+Mission+1178.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>When the plane landed in Honduras they boarded a bus right away and headed to the "hotel" that they would be staying in for the remainder of the trip. As soon as they got to the hotel, Barbie wanted to go </strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKaWVNvwdhViyTn53v_8DGUEbUv0B_qE99DGPQlaz9KilDfEizTW2qlGBVHbtJAwBy_RFQeIW-4415WDGLuRkdZxAJ9jfT76OuLK_v37GeYsqVV-jf14MFIzqXW8y1OgDDN6KQKEHOtLR/s1600-h/Honduras+Mission+1125.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353276266580996466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKaWVNvwdhViyTn53v_8DGUEbUv0B_qE99DGPQlaz9KilDfEizTW2qlGBVHbtJAwBy_RFQeIW-4415WDGLuRkdZxAJ9jfT76OuLK_v37GeYsqVV-jf14MFIzqXW8y1OgDDN6KQKEHOtLR/s320/Honduras+Mission+1125.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">swimming in the pool, so</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> she changed into her bathing suit. When she walked out of the bathroom there was a giant co</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">ckroach in her way, it was at least as big her head! Ken tried to prove his manly-ness by killing it. He had to stomp on it several times. </span></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>The first day on the job site, Ken and Barbie tried to help with the building, but the cement blocks were just too heavy, even for Ken! So they helped refill water bottles, so that the big people wouldn't get dehydrated. </strong></span><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The schoo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EZhWsW1sv_Pw4efAP7Rwe41BJTX_P9n235EZT-lbqA3hMhp89GCuRQY_bhiQuNfWf7oQUYl48p6j2VDQHyBA8mOiXIlQnqSeJ_sWeXtJvcENP4na18FmBpni7qUmFAiIjex8BwRa7cJ4/s1600-h/P1150100.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277878098710162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EZhWsW1sv_Pw4efAP7Rwe41BJTX_P9n235EZT-lbqA3hMhp89GCuRQY_bhiQuNfWf7oQUYl48p6j2VDQHyBA8mOiXIlQnqSeJ_sWeXtJvcENP4na18FmBpni7qUmFAiIjex8BwRa7cJ4/s320/P1150100.JPG" border="0" /></span></a>l was built within the two weeks of their stay, and it looked beautiful when it was </span></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhBsUllMaFbZ8-ULRUJzmicBxd39oVqnf6Mq2zyv_WWaeTiPiO29GrSROstN06Paf3e0qLxwSBHUZ4mMwZq1-_43ZFjfA5NTjDvQkbWT42aHifROyKt-uvuGA6cdr2stMjumQ_gq8gLTm/s1600-h/P1150002.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353279469324561506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhBsUllMaFbZ8-ULRUJzmicBxd39oVqnf6Mq2zyv_WWaeTiPiO29GrSROstN06Paf3e0qLxwSBHUZ4mMwZq1-_43ZFjfA5NTjDvQkbWT42aHifROyKt-uvuGA6cdr2stMjumQ_gq8gLTm/s320/P1150002.JPG" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>finished, And now a whole lot of kids have a building where they can attend school.</strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Barbie and Ken had a whole lot of fun in Honduras and hope to go on another mission trip next year to either Fiji or Cambodia.<br /><br /></div></strong></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsnsGMX4CWstuk03nH89yJfBjeu3KODhns0LLWCN-zxlM5opxMp4zZgHFsKUU7UJVp8cJtSivgtuqu_R8KucixGQyQ_4cx4oikRLHGqUxk9n51TZBg5uF-1WMMTXlljWX2719wfDd6lxt/s1600-h/P1150182.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277889480152130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsnsGMX4CWstuk03nH89yJfBjeu3KODhns0LLWCN-zxlM5opxMp4zZgHFsKUU7UJVp8cJtSivgtuqu_R8KucixGQyQ_4cx4oikRLHGqUxk9n51TZBg5uF-1WMMTXlljWX2719wfDd6lxt/s320/P1150182.JPG" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">*The actual dolls pictured in this blog were given to a little girl that lives in Honduras and was attending the school that was built. Sarah and Carly told me that she was SO happy when she received them. There will be more blog posts to come, I'll just use different dolls.</span> </span></strong></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-68959589449285235422009-04-24T16:02:00.000-07:002009-04-24T16:10:05.693-07:00No worries....<div><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>More of Barbie and Ken's adventures will be up soon. Over spring break Barbie and Ken went on a mission trip to La Ceiba, Honduras, and then just last week Barbie and Ken went on a road trip to Forks, Washington. So stay tuned.</strong></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e9H0hYAUbNyu3xZoPgJiKM3hDOlJqso0hOIFV8i4aRQijsIMJxb1kCMRTE6cSkS9_t6-cmPOaC9nzsqZ1M7fNqAtAY40TjVeQiOEwFvfItVgrdqejD78g-XwKL7H4Co71DNc5fzTHbUJ/s1600-h/Honduras+Mission+1180.jpg"></a></div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-91083651168880097032009-03-26T12:37:00.000-07:002009-03-26T13:15:34.438-07:00Bamboo Gardens<div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Barbie and Ken go to Bamboo Gardens.</span><br /></strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG93PRsKZw9gbY4bhRO62qDYgOeAnY5d2FPTy2TIEMQNtTY9X9p2zSH99X6SDiq5DY90JmGY1Eh8jJbeWlzolvbv4cjlBod2z0kfYRJJcPx75dgiaB9-Q7ulFqjjczcsapUB024Z0-EcE/s1600-h/IMG_0252m.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317591905825929378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG93PRsKZw9gbY4bhRO62qDYgOeAnY5d2FPTy2TIEMQNtTY9X9p2zSH99X6SDiq5DY90JmGY1Eh8jJbeWlzolvbv4cjlBod2z0kfYRJJcPx75dgiaB9-Q7ulFqjjczcsapUB024Z0-EcE/s320/IMG_0252m.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Barbie and Ken went for a drive in Barbie's new car today! They drove to Seattle to get some lunch. Barbie and Ken went to Bamboo Gardens, an all vegetarian restaurant. Barbie <em>forgot </em>to mention to Ken that the restaurant was vegetarian. Ken thought that every time the menu said "chicken", "eel", "pork", or anything of the sort that it was real meat. Barbie ordered the Sweet and Sour "Chicken". Ken got some other dishes with different forms of fake meat. Barbie and Ken ate and Ken was completely convinced that he was eating real meat! Barbie just laughed to herself. The whole experience was a tasty one for both Barbie and Ken, except for when Barbie accidentally tried some of the red chili sauce. The sauce was so hot that Barbie's plastic mouth almost melted right off h</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOwSkxM17xfZHAGrjp1cQfL9EXyBZrCPEXtFawUj0fTVaEkw12XLhuHuHHkDWjY6zhPvI5cKXIYmk4IL03fx1tvEy7jGeftjsAXo-uCetb085qWfU-Riu2bO0hEi1Dv5mOLWtjfkrVerF/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317591898658241426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOwSkxM17xfZHAGrjp1cQfL9EXyBZrCPEXtFawUj0fTVaEkw12XLhuHuHHkDWjY6zhPvI5cKXIYmk4IL03fx1tvEy7jGeftjsAXo-uCetb085qWfU-Riu2bO0hEi1Dv5mOLWtjfkrVerF/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">er face! Barbie was okay though, and she still hasn't told Ken that all the meat was imitation. </span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ykIXzl0hYUBnqSj6clOclU7Dtse7Cp1X-FFBfcyzSxZlHVDAdSxLNBkiFwskYKCWIyxXFCv-aXiqcgyrPqhyphenhyphenRrH84rBgsXjt92C_O4Etw5K7wTRcx9OJPCMQaIgLzV_OViJb1N6qb2AL/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317591913607781362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ykIXzl0hYUBnqSj6clOclU7Dtse7Cp1X-FFBfcyzSxZlHVDAdSxLNBkiFwskYKCWIyxXFCv-aXiqcgyrPqhyphenhyphenRrH84rBgsXjt92C_O4Etw5K7wTRcx9OJPCMQaIgLzV_OViJb1N6qb2AL/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a></div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-60780699422290315822009-03-22T19:03:00.000-07:002009-03-22T21:01:29.917-07:00Veg-Fest!<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">So today Barbie went to Veg-Fest in Seattle. Ken went <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">fishing</span></em> with his twin brother, Ben.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">She arrived at the Seattle Convention Center, where Veg-Fest was being held, at around 11:30 am. Barbie began tr<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhJzG0AB8TavdlDJ3XwEuUrb48lpb_qbj8Va3hCBSDXXMNnxXRvMEVSW4TG8UwZtEryrtap3ND712nuQyM0jVNm17MJL9Nx6UL6loO2Nz4lB-hdVIVbCUbMCxDsPMyXcAWkLl06z0KPoe/s1600-h/IMG_0270v.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316210636457700418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhJzG0AB8TavdlDJ3XwEuUrb48lpb_qbj8Va3hCBSDXXMNnxXRvMEVSW4TG8UwZtEryrtap3ND712nuQyM0jVNm17MJL9Nx6UL6loO2Nz4lB-hdVIVbCUbMCxDsPMyXcAWkLl06z0KPoe/s320/IMG_0270v.jpg" border="0" /></a>ying food right away! She tried several different types of cereal, some almond milk, lots of different juices and teas, some vegan caviar that she didn't really care for, and lots of other interesting vegetarian and vegan foods. Barbie really loved the fermented tea, her friends said it tasted like wine, but Barbie just liked the pretty shade of pink and the bubbles. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">Barbie also met lots (like four) of her fans! One of her biggest fans was Dave, from <a href="http://www.daveskillerbread.com/">"Dave's Killer Bread"</a>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAgOXzbdk17TQl2lc_MbRHBRK6udWXLykxEPnPag3doC0UcJVKcPfjz2xRnW0zoDOnnvwPqE7dwsXfrCH8w2MoT4X9tLHgsk6961bavxQueR5A1En4VU86nyZCa7PeNNsMj_Joex8KUzt/s1600-h/DSC05797f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316211172448868034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAgOXzbdk17TQl2lc_MbRHBRK6udWXLykxEPnPag3doC0UcJVKcPfjz2xRnW0zoDOnnvwPqE7dwsXfrCH8w2MoT4X9tLHgsk6961bavxQueR5A1En4VU86nyZCa7PeNNsMj_Joex8KUzt/s320/DSC05797f.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dave was very happy to meet Barbie, he even gave her a kiss! Barbie met other fans of hers too. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-5R3ZeqM4v4216gagMOynitUPkKpK92QXgUUL-wJoXqwxP4PXFIkAvWfeStJs4HQn4TLfZ7LF2hjbVLB1hp66mMNWzh_K2RVue-ForZV-bncsFkUypXMULGPLGoawwOYSEI5kOpGwpKR/s1600-h/IMG_0268+mn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316211533759814626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-5R3ZeqM4v4216gagMOynitUPkKpK92QXgUUL-wJoXqwxP4PXFIkAvWfeStJs4HQn4TLfZ7LF2hjbVLB1hp66mMNWzh_K2RVue-ForZV-bncsFkUypXMULGPLGoawwOYSEI5kOpGwpKR/s320/IMG_0268+mn.jpg" border="0" /></a>She didn't sign any autographs though, mainly because her plastic hand is incapable of grasping a pen. </span></strong>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-85564849682084820292009-03-18T20:17:00.000-07:002009-03-18T20:38:47.324-07:00Don't worry, Barbie & Ken will return.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qlygNFMJkTt05gCuQVOdkJUvWur37QlhUbtwdM8_MmFoGcdJ-1ZzPT5Ysqr_crlkAHJ8IcWiIqkp4rzvCUquIrcIg6-zhyphenhyphenCQ5o7Vxy5l5Tgpk1oHkb7WS0gjXNu7jE3prdbF3_4d_apq/s1600-h/Sarah+Blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738035245215106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qlygNFMJkTt05gCuQVOdkJUvWur37QlhUbtwdM8_MmFoGcdJ-1ZzPT5Ysqr_crlkAHJ8IcWiIqkp4rzvCUquIrcIg6-zhyphenhyphenCQ5o7Vxy5l5Tgpk1oHkb7WS0gjXNu7jE3prdbF3_4d_apq/s320/Sarah+Blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">Not to fear, Barbie and Ken will be back soon. They plan on going to Veg-Fest this Sunday in Seattle, and then they're off on a two week mission trip to Honduras.</span></strong> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>So I will leave you with this fabulous picture of my best friend Sarah and I. Sarah is the friend that is taking Barbra and Kenneth to Honduras. ♥</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-54848903164542670712008-07-08T18:10:00.000-07:002008-07-08T21:52:23.179-07:00Barbie visits Disneyland!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While in California, Barbie went to Disneyland of course!<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZMtvQcO0JE9EHJzhPp-slX6kv_5syn96SUZQl5av3tc9SfsjMGiu85154cR_kSy75oD2WQH6q6CL8ouVRHsGvKWgKBfvirfx_9AJOJESo6hYqA2g0dX0n7ntk3ElfCWouYReiNCieW0/s1600-h/Disneyland.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In case you're wondering, Ken had the stomach flu, so he stayed at the hotel. He was really bummed to miss Disneyland, but the hotel had video games so he seemed sorta OK with that...<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Barbie wasn't quite sure how someone made of plastic could even get the stomach flu. (Maybe it was all those meat-burgers - bleh!)<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>So, Barbie had to ride the hotel's <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZMtvQcO0JE9EHJzhPp-slX6kv_5syn96SUZQl5av3tc9SfsjMGiu85154cR_kSy75oD2WQH6q6CL8ouVRHsGvKWgKBfvirfx_9AJOJESo6hYqA2g0dX0n7ntk3ElfCWouYReiNCieW0/s1600-h/Disneyland.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220829338970945250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZMtvQcO0JE9EHJzhPp-slX6kv_5syn96SUZQl5av3tc9SfsjMGiu85154cR_kSy75oD2WQH6q6CL8ouVRHsGvKWgKBfvirfx_9AJOJESo6hYqA2g0dX0n7ntk3ElfCWouYReiNCieW0/s320/Disneyland.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>shuttle to get to Disneyland.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />She loved the beautiful flowers out front and had to stop for a Kodak moment, just like all the other people...<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZMtvQcO0JE9EHJzhPp-slX6kv_5syn96SUZQl5av3tc9SfsjMGiu85154cR_kSy75oD2WQH6q6CL8ouVRHsGvKWgKBfvirfx_9AJOJESo6hYqA2g0dX0n7ntk3ElfCWouYReiNCieW0/s1600-h/Disneyland.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When she got inside, the park was already pretty crowded, so she went right away to get Fast Passes for all the good rides. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pJSej7EXeS5fbpEz4qll5RwFdAUCPjXFCftGISb0cWzTN1XiSVFhvRaResYndaoUb6Z-bx0-4vqAWchfrdp4lsq-MaucmMM121GdimEqAaZZzN6svtcbXY6332MYaB-vlIME8vM5P7Wt/s1600-h/Splash+mountian.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827423472621634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pJSej7EXeS5fbpEz4qll5RwFdAUCPjXFCftGISb0cWzTN1XiSVFhvRaResYndaoUb6Z-bx0-4vqAWchfrdp4lsq-MaucmMM121GdimEqAaZZzN6svtcbXY6332MYaB-vlIME8vM5P7Wt/s320/Splash+mountian.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First she went on Splash Mountian.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She got <em>soaked</em> because she was sitting in the front where Ken had told her to sit - but being that she was plastic she dried off quickly.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Her hair didn't even get messed up so she stopped for another photo opportunity!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her next ride was Thunder Mountian.<br />Wow, scarey!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />It went so fast she was afraid she would fly out of the car, but her friends hung on to her tight and she was fine. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dbw-r63ASunwIpZhyH674GZMiZvRl_yNaNzGPfwUInnc6opPb4qqEuAoECgw24MhQw_sH63nifP0YKeWUztO1tc3rrdkIrMcBUDTsiKFhzficb_Efllp8CkofY9e-Rw3C2vkuTFX47Rl/s1600-h/Thunder+mountian.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827426672319378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dbw-r63ASunwIpZhyH674GZMiZvRl_yNaNzGPfwUInnc6opPb4qqEuAoECgw24MhQw_sH63nifP0YKeWUztO1tc3rrdkIrMcBUDTsiKFhzficb_Efllp8CkofY9e-Rw3C2vkuTFX47Rl/s320/Thunder+mountian.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Her hair looked a bit wind blown when she got off, but of course, it went right back into shape. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />After Thunder Mountian she got a veggie burger at one of the restaurants. Nice to know even Disneyland has veggie options.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Then she decided to go on a ride that didn't involve mountians.<br />She chose Ken's favorite, the Indiana Jones ride. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncD3atYu14kqXn1FPGdItAYeodIXtpQ1sJQt-BFrdyBnthF-JcRfGMdXbe_xTumLkyw1aG7YWwykVlnYNkBTilQfkA9blNvpGBJa3EvMD49H8Qc1JEQTFnStAfaLoYm81MDSwxlM48ax0/s1600-h/Indiana+Jones.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827430327511074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncD3atYu14kqXn1FPGdItAYeodIXtpQ1sJQt-BFrdyBnthF-JcRfGMdXbe_xTumLkyw1aG7YWwykVlnYNkBTilQfkA9blNvpGBJa3EvMD49H8Qc1JEQTFnStAfaLoYm81MDSwxlM48ax0/s320/Indiana+Jones.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it didn't involve any mountians, just a large rolling rock the size of a mountian! It was also very dark in many parts. Ken would have loved it. <span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>Barbie was afraid she might get squashed flat, but she was fine and it ended up being her favorite ride! She also loved all the skeletons too, they were huge, but looked so realistic!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-IPKYLOcuFbJyNvHsuJX9NHO8YvoV70zfWqlvv5O68dB0Vc1ubEeVbDs3ybvCrq32820zpkhYAykv5Ug3dMviIkUPx1l-ntfJnm3oju05kqtXq1SIbtgTxqh95W4B8kFvwtT5HiUA7MI/s1600-h/Space+mountian.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827434974564194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-IPKYLOcuFbJyNvHsuJX9NHO8YvoV70zfWqlvv5O68dB0Vc1ubEeVbDs3ybvCrq32820zpkhYAykv5Ug3dMviIkUPx1l-ntfJnm3oju05kqtXq1SIbtgTxqh95W4B8kFvwtT5HiUA7MI/s320/Space+mountian.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br />After that adventure, Barbie was ready for more mountians. Her next rides were Space Mountian and The Matterhorn! </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Barbie liked the The Matterhorn best, but she couldn't even see the top of it, while waiting in line.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827983700714130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99Xj2RHfd-ElBQ37zh4R6hNlD9Ffg0UKra9K670zCPshP5lsgr41KWVD1gpUXevfP6T4mHQT8gQD_hwXqiV9xOPEr1zWsihvrGl2qUohayQZPjaA7BjiX1sSkAUgzFZqRE90IDAgPpGhw/s320/Matterhorn.jpg" border="0" />She had her friends hold her up so she had a better view. Very cool. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barbie had a fun and very busy day, but her plastic legs were very tired so she was glad there was a shuttle to carry her back to the hotel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When she got back, Ken was feeling much better, so Barbie told him all about her adventures and they got Thai take-out for dinner. Ken didn't even complain that it was vegetarian.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">.</span>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-65390026392663999662008-05-27T20:29:00.000-07:002008-05-27T22:13:12.415-07:00Barbie And Ken Go To California!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHEX1EJc8gis4dAV36_N854PB9ap1kGv8_QyGIgoVScSDgMhNK8H6Is3HjDXsjMv5okxL5Pft1bt5Tx7-dxiXF1XINm75a9HMtoJPfCtiNRT5hiE7ZVoF4_aNMRJwJtOi3l4_uEyxMVPb/s1600-h/A1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205282744752943554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHEX1EJc8gis4dAV36_N854PB9ap1kGv8_QyGIgoVScSDgMhNK8H6Is3HjDXsjMv5okxL5Pft1bt5Tx7-dxiXF1XINm75a9HMtoJPfCtiNRT5hiE7ZVoF4_aNMRJwJtOi3l4_uEyxMVPb/s320/A1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For Spring Break this year Barbie thought that she and Ken would go on vacation to California. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barbie and Ken were both extremely excited; Ken couldn't wait to see the size of the TV in their hotel room, (so he could play video games), but Barbie, on the other hand, was excited to go geocaching, and to Disneyland. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ken didn't know what geocaching was, he hoped some real, green CASH$$ was involved though. Disneyland sounded fun though. Especially the Indiana Jones ride.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Gw_FY5Kaq4ES0jUXr2u3uTqOQdmu0uasFeA7MbdxxUiL2bMjwJlW0chnT2HrfNu9YQgnnFb6NQKxt-hlShxz25GzZdtlkhaISNhKZL2GsSE-oqYzOW0-Rc5ONUDWqIltEW8TAflsv89H/s1600-h/A4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205282753342878194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Gw_FY5Kaq4ES0jUXr2u3uTqOQdmu0uasFeA7MbdxxUiL2bMjwJlW0chnT2HrfNu9YQgnnFb6NQKxt-hlShxz25GzZdtlkhaISNhKZL2GsSE-oqYzOW0-Rc5ONUDWqIltEW8TAflsv89H/s320/A4.JPG" border="0" /></a>It took them a long time to get there because they drove the whole way. Ken complained that he was bored, so Barbie suggested they play the Alphabet Game, which Barbie won. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxF_jUruJGYKrnSLUW5Y5D_NZMsc7gTDDZ3E_v1f5GLqCHm3ea0z0OzpBVWol5hnpOWbauMwz4NFmkSci_L2sR7805qorAZq-5rSSqPl7LWcg2kIIvX8eCF-uwOKcVoAlKJ96yB9uG23V/s1600-h/A2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205282749047910866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxF_jUruJGYKrnSLUW5Y5D_NZMsc7gTDDZ3E_v1f5GLqCHm3ea0z0OzpBVWol5hnpOWbauMwz4NFmkSci_L2sR7805qorAZq-5rSSqPl7LWcg2kIIvX8eCF-uwOKcVoAlKJ96yB9uG23V/s320/A2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie loved the beautiful California scenery, especially palm trees which are her favorite tree. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ken didn't realize how tall palm trees actually were, and he thought they had coconuts on them and wanted to climb them. Barbie pointed out that not all palm trees had coconuts on them! Ken was disappointed. Barbie was a bit worried about California's smog but Ken said maybe it would blow away in a day or so...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwS_XfTKS5ZTAnsJePXgogSnJehybjfHWgoIPinrdVBdwfDS6jhLZ7_DkWFNVcvUhAKWSu39GqIVPDnXQ9s1awZRrs8h5L0myXkwbDCOlJo8Ia7Kixytzug-HY-OknRk-To4AkaxEQSdki/s1600-h/A3a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205290797816623618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwS_XfTKS5ZTAnsJePXgogSnJehybjfHWgoIPinrdVBdwfDS6jhLZ7_DkWFNVcvUhAKWSu39GqIVPDnXQ9s1awZRrs8h5L0myXkwbDCOlJo8Ia7Kixytzug-HY-OknRk-To4AkaxEQSdki/s320/A3a.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie and Ken finally arrived at their hotel where they got a lovely room with a view. They spent the afternoon walking around the grounds and enjoying the beautiful flowers and weather. So much sunnier than Washington, Barbie couldn't wait to work on her tan!! </span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Stay tuned for more California adventures!</span></div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-26818902119935652402008-05-27T19:12:00.000-07:002008-05-27T20:05:42.629-07:00Barbie in China, #3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9GWZPwzVhHloxyq_-Lj5FvRAMP6kHmpPL_tow5XPr0i-kN2v5EirGaag1NvMuptrbDAE9PQ-p-zmU9dDzCQa7NSs0CNziZISmazAT2IdKLIzUAQ_Le21IG6ywtz5TRCKvnZ3IoVmecWy/s1600-h/china3.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249183878492530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9GWZPwzVhHloxyq_-Lj5FvRAMP6kHmpPL_tow5XPr0i-kN2v5EirGaag1NvMuptrbDAE9PQ-p-zmU9dDzCQa7NSs0CNziZISmazAT2IdKLIzUAQ_Le21IG6ywtz5TRCKvnZ3IoVmecWy/s320/china3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">OK, so the <span style="font-size:130%;">BIG DAY</span> dawned sunny and beautiful. Barbie and Ken looked out the hotel window for a while and watched the city.<br /><br />Barbie was so excited for her friends and the new baby girl they were going to adopt, ...well, she was so excited she could barely stand up! (Barbie has trouble standing up on her own anyway.)</span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Lh0tLGhw5eu3RiCGoiQNEQa-m-MOqVO6a5O0q8SiSoIHiMwKr-Dgnen_hcDcGF5L8YxjmQ0BD_OR3tUlSlRAkkiGhS7Q7n8LN1TDS6Q6Ce60ASrcPpaNsGULfZBPAd84DbSZGWXr0TLl/s1600-h/china6.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Lh0tLGhw5eu3RiCGoiQNEQa-m-MOqVO6a5O0q8SiSoIHiMwKr-Dgnen_hcDcGF5L8YxjmQ0BD_OR3tUlSlRAkkiGhS7Q7n8LN1TDS6Q6Ce60ASrcPpaNsGULfZBPAd84DbSZGWXr0TLl/s1600-h/china6.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249686389666194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Lh0tLGhw5eu3RiCGoiQNEQa-m-MOqVO6a5O0q8SiSoIHiMwKr-Dgnen_hcDcGF5L8YxjmQ0BD_OR3tUlSlRAkkiGhS7Q7n8LN1TDS6Q6Ce60ASrcPpaNsGULfZBPAd84DbSZGWXr0TLl/s320/china6.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">So first, they consulted the map for a before setting out... Ken wasn't always good about asking directions and they certainly didn't want to get lost today!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGE0KGbDlZTotmRidjtwwpTZ1W0_SsnVeq1GEaxdpGxuOfRklbnEgLQ8mkCpHe1kpwvhDZZJwFbFYuOX3r_CnEVM7mWYX7LnPYzM-mhSmcSc2TmPIK-0OLUuF1ytfGw2OMzt3BnRamGvN_/s1600-h/china2.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249179583525218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGE0KGbDlZTotmRidjtwwpTZ1W0_SsnVeq1GEaxdpGxuOfRklbnEgLQ8mkCpHe1kpwvhDZZJwFbFYuOX3r_CnEVM7mWYX7LnPYzM-mhSmcSc2TmPIK-0OLUuF1ytfGw2OMzt3BnRamGvN_/s320/china2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">On their way out, in the lobby of the hotel, they saw a long red velvet couch. It was tradition for newly adopted babies to have their picture taken on this couch. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ken wanted to try it out. He didn't think it was remarkably comfortable. Barbie reminded him it wasn't the sort of couch where you hang out and watch football... {sigh} Ken!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKCfy0YHV9AzYos1dkTJPJdBV2QAOFqm8rRUyuJL6XLsuCSCh9ALFI5_ZUTMrjjhTcBkvqZJDNZkTibnvYm6SnHGuLf2ShsFdbjSq9wSLNkfSDaTZX772j5WjSMuAUDwqt-eAQE_tSRiJ/s1600-h/stroller.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249699274568114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKCfy0YHV9AzYos1dkTJPJdBV2QAOFqm8rRUyuJL6XLsuCSCh9ALFI5_ZUTMrjjhTcBkvqZJDNZkTibnvYm6SnHGuLf2ShsFdbjSq9wSLNkfSDaTZX772j5WjSMuAUDwqt-eAQE_tSRiJ/s320/stroller.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Since the streets were busy, their friends let Ken and Barbie ride in the stroller. They even held a sippy cup for the baby. Ken mused to himself that the baby must be very large to have such a huge sippy cup.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRYTENN6ipimY30WiQFjcGMJoAz7b8yFgkze4f-6RlQR4CFEBwXOwhMeeNYy9_tXEGTeKYU7zTLpN2jSyVAnz7kzzdG3nLFIvCDS0jOuyXAdDhca1lPSV8CMJlDgFKuvM6PdNX36VCofF/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249175288557890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRYTENN6ipimY30WiQFjcGMJoAz7b8yFgkze4f-6RlQR4CFEBwXOwhMeeNYy9_tXEGTeKYU7zTLpN2jSyVAnz7kzzdG3nLFIvCDS0jOuyXAdDhca1lPSV8CMJlDgFKuvM6PdNX36VCofF/s320/Baby.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, finally they reached their destination... and after paperwork and things Barbie didn't really understand, finally their friends had their darling little baby safe in their arms. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She was so <em>cute</em>!! Everyone was SO HAPPY!</span> (and Barbie told Ken she wasn't nearly as giant as he had been thinking...)<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZvWGArXq5ETO8AnQI3nLVDMU8EPINmM8kaIiOwQTY_DzY8Y8fCghnT5eDCwbqD0uxhcH8svNGmUynoV-359EL1mwmS9sQFLqjaeUsX8mgW1UTYv1dRdG62lzpjtbgpbyfrfh6fcYYgZe/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249175288557906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZvWGArXq5ETO8AnQI3nLVDMU8EPINmM8kaIiOwQTY_DzY8Y8fCghnT5eDCwbqD0uxhcH8svNGmUynoV-359EL1mwmS9sQFLqjaeUsX8mgW1UTYv1dRdG62lzpjtbgpbyfrfh6fcYYgZe/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">On the way back to the hotel, Ken and Barbie graciously let Baby ride in the stroller. It was a good thing, because after all the excitement, she fell asleep! She was SOOO cute... did we say that?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQFxmSDwKEwUT7TMHMgILABbcr89m3FBLr9kjf8FZyaRu2Nar7QL9aQedKwwl_XOHz7I8Ivay03cxpv69Jrmkr-k20bFWopSZBmINcMTj90SnoNxlCVzpxB_RNPLAex8ykMDrzzU3WzEi/s1600-h/couch.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205249699274568098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQFxmSDwKEwUT7TMHMgILABbcr89m3FBLr9kjf8FZyaRu2Nar7QL9aQedKwwl_XOHz7I8Ivay03cxpv69Jrmkr-k20bFWopSZBmINcMTj90SnoNxlCVzpxB_RNPLAex8ykMDrzzU3WzEi/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">When they got back to the hotel, the babies had to have their picture taken on the famous red couch. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Barbie thought all the babies looked MUCH better on the couch than she and Ken had.</span> Ken said the babies didn't like the couch any more than he had, they were all crying!!<br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The next day they started home. What a great trip - one that Barbie and Ken (and of COURSE their friends) will never, ever, ever forget!</span>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-57154900127682512022008-05-16T21:42:00.000-07:002008-05-16T22:34:20.832-07:00Barbie's STILL In China! (#2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRt36LuVjzSz-3o3x1JneltGavKpjGFgNMnGar9RAT1Ab6Wn8q8S5DPgqlo9T3hbWRzyMM5awdBetVMtNerITJkBHTv-FSqeY04fXAWSKGU5wf8UgWwrjH9A6ANPoUCyYIoDLMJMoCe5q/s1600-h/china+barbies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201206716614144338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRt36LuVjzSz-3o3x1JneltGavKpjGFgNMnGar9RAT1Ab6Wn8q8S5DPgqlo9T3hbWRzyMM5awdBetVMtNerITJkBHTv-FSqeY04fXAWSKGU5wf8UgWwrjH9A6ANPoUCyYIoDLMJMoCe5q/s320/china+barbies.jpg" width="272" border="0" /></a> The next day, Ken and Barbie did some shopping and sightseeing.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />So what's a genuine "Made-in-China" girl to do but visit Toy's-R-Us!<br /><br />Yep, they have those in China too!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Barbie waved to all her Chinese cousins. They seemed pretty stuck-up however and just stood there without blinking or saying a word.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMU7tA5-g0XrwtmQH7NrXC8Ry-xgLmae7BZKF6OA01KAqflz47NC1YIbRJoFLqWT5aK5F4nlr8NHw35ziLeZQfP-nUGYcBXpHSXs0B_pqE4fYytNbvEANh8giyj9yjsjSahMQpKV0thnrs/s1600-h/IMG_2570.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201206720909111650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMU7tA5-g0XrwtmQH7NrXC8Ry-xgLmae7BZKF6OA01KAqflz47NC1YIbRJoFLqWT5aK5F4nlr8NHw35ziLeZQfP-nUGYcBXpHSXs0B_pqE4fYytNbvEANh8giyj9yjsjSahMQpKV0thnrs/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" width="244" border="0" /></a>So they went in search of something that might interest Ken.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />He really wanted to buy the Lego Mars Mission but Barbie reminded him that he could get the same thing back home and she wasn't going to pay those insane prices for some plastic blocks anyway...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhoOKHVqVjCZk8QcnVzfK6upb71REaUujqmU9yo7ve-UjCJAGwYuFWfW1awZ6CDw5yjbjyct0c63Mojb_OSdTvzbGxXtZl9NPXauR2qt3VZy0Eob5LF-kni10A2oBw3B_ZS3z7LB2vCz6/s1600-h/1garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201206729499046258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhoOKHVqVjCZk8QcnVzfK6upb71REaUujqmU9yo7ve-UjCJAGwYuFWfW1awZ6CDw5yjbjyct0c63Mojb_OSdTvzbGxXtZl9NPXauR2qt3VZy0Eob5LF-kni10A2oBw3B_ZS3z7LB2vCz6/s320/1garden.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a>They walked through The Friendship Garden but most of the statues were too tall for Barbie to see the top of.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiob-SPGkrNS9ElziORNmHm_SJYq50IEw2qVGDvkEX5mHt_IZWTIrdLdzTp-FjWgak2cfMllvR0Taz9-0i_vQTCg4FS7T1a36Ut0RNpL-PqUuEyeL3oqNoyA5why9PVYipqOCIQS7eoCN4q/s1600-h/2garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201206733794013570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiob-SPGkrNS9ElziORNmHm_SJYq50IEw2qVGDvkEX5mHt_IZWTIrdLdzTp-FjWgak2cfMllvR0Taz9-0i_vQTCg4FS7T1a36Ut0RNpL-PqUuEyeL3oqNoyA5why9PVYipqOCIQS7eoCN4q/s320/2garden.jpg" width="289" border="0" /></a>They did find one statue that they both especially liked, celebrating children. Very cool.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />They must be giant children however, they still towered far above Ken and Barbie.<br />Even so, they joined in the statue 'parade' for a few moments.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> After the Garden, they went to a little coffee shop for coffee (In the background of the picture ^^) and treats.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0lU612u_yD2v-oICOdhDwv8ME7pYP3fsn7mcs6C11au5DVI82liogxwFLJIaLjZHQQdSAwdit54vENhL8sDpUTEBjNT6v9kHSWCuhgOysa1qB4aNB73Y3d0Xhw4ScAqJgSWbXsV4MS8/s1600-h/3garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201206742383948178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0lU612u_yD2v-oICOdhDwv8ME7pYP3fsn7mcs6C11au5DVI82liogxwFLJIaLjZHQQdSAwdit54vENhL8sDpUTEBjNT6v9kHSWCuhgOysa1qB4aNB73Y3d0Xhw4ScAqJgSWbXsV4MS8/s320/3garden.jpg" border="0" /></a>The archways had many Chinese characters on them.<br />Barbie always wondered what they said.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Ken thought it said "Keep off the wall" but Barbie wanted a photo there anyway.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIM9ZQwvob6CWnyMtkM5p_dtkjoXkCap4PpCOgvgvO17PH5fJFZlZxluNr8lJxpcxZaOSJZb1GqT1RIuCO-Jg9jeEFOAFfq0RFEr_FnY3hn0C_Xq1DVoaP0G9_ZL3stu64kKHZdJyXRZr/s1600-h/6garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201209211990143426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIM9ZQwvob6CWnyMtkM5p_dtkjoXkCap4PpCOgvgvO17PH5fJFZlZxluNr8lJxpcxZaOSJZb1GqT1RIuCO-Jg9jeEFOAFfq0RFEr_FnY3hn0C_Xq1DVoaP0G9_ZL3stu64kKHZdJyXRZr/s320/6garden.jpg" border="0" /></a>They went to a small museum too.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span><br />Barbie loved the pagoda out front.<br /><br />It looked way cooler than her Dream House back home.<br /><br />Ken said it didn't have a parking place for Barbie's jeep so it really wouldn't be practical.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGCaz7EhKK36KiQoz6OQ_SZtb4ABjiqC12r1GAgHYYyR-h0uauGOT72gTLNCnLMi61-vTwTd_-YDXRmI77FBa5Rm2J5WYJJ1D4eWDYKuaV7owM4dptMxE1Sci3U5HUoq3GXruPQ5tjawX/s1600-h/5+garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201209207695176114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="235" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGCaz7EhKK36KiQoz6OQ_SZtb4ABjiqC12r1GAgHYYyR-h0uauGOT72gTLNCnLMi61-vTwTd_-YDXRmI77FBa5Rm2J5WYJJ1D4eWDYKuaV7owM4dptMxE1Sci3U5HUoq3GXruPQ5tjawX/s320/5+garden.jpg" width="258" border="0" /></a>Ken, (of course) liked the scarey looking Chinese Lion (Ken thinks it's a Dragon but Barbie knows better) so they climbed up on it for a picture when no one was looking.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDH-3ft-MUW-R0X3C9zHkeFGk0o0EviUdwU3Nr0N_Zn36BXLKrbsijGqTw1bLQeUesh9vlnYqPnzQnMCUHdGAx9HjcRQ6Fkp0UXzRRA8Kqxox7YpTzemTAH3PRXIPr_zTTkHpQxk4ccoiH/s1600-h/4garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201209207695176098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDH-3ft-MUW-R0X3C9zHkeFGk0o0EviUdwU3Nr0N_Zn36BXLKrbsijGqTw1bLQeUesh9vlnYqPnzQnMCUHdGAx9HjcRQ6Fkp0UXzRRA8Kqxox7YpTzemTAH3PRXIPr_zTTkHpQxk4ccoiH/s320/4garden.jpg" width="261" border="0" /></a>The painted screens were beautiful, but once again, too tall for Barbie to really see much of.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br />Ken and Barbie had a great day, but decided everyone in China must be GIANTS!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />They can't wait for tomorrow when their friends get to finally meet their new little girl!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>Stay tuned!Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-34442793292412465882008-05-14T18:13:00.000-07:002008-05-14T19:50:03.538-07:00Barbie Goes to China! #1"Nǐ Hǎo" (That means "Hello, How are you?" in Chinese).<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200426406955807026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ROoRTwjuNfacf-cRbK0D57jPv3v7ncVXIiyzMNh8C3tk6wHtDEWfSNEeud_BwAHcU0A8SfuZ4Ypeaf8txyV2Cn-J1DRft1Ku8irYTKzyeVwkFVfeKOxYh7C3zcpaPaAg73w2GN7eABfZ/s320/china-flag.jpg" width="211" border="0" />OK, so exciting news!! </p><p>Barbie's friends were going to <em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">China</span></strong></em> because they were going to adopt a baby.<br />Barbie thought that sounded like such an exciting adventure!</p><div><em>"Oh, I wish you could just take me along your suitcase!"</em> Barbie said.<br /><br />Barbie's friends said that could be arranged!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjkjwM-a9bcrtvsUZE-XdIm_Bcs2A89JQ0aYCw5MDBBB-Kfczvj6dFpFCWQCn1M983Tva5JvvLPeVz2t3VmydBj0vD-qp5FSN-JAzGE5yg2sUcw3D07m8EBzgtQwweHn1yJ7AYu6URVei/s1600-h/103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419222878839410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="246" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjkjwM-a9bcrtvsUZE-XdIm_Bcs2A89JQ0aYCw5MDBBB-Kfczvj6dFpFCWQCn1M983Tva5JvvLPeVz2t3VmydBj0vD-qp5FSN-JAzGE5yg2sUcw3D07m8EBzgtQwweHn1yJ7AYu6URVei/s400/103.jpg" width="340" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>As it worked out, both Barbie AND Ken got invited to go along to China, and they didn't even have to ride in the suitcase! </div><div><br /></div><div>The seatbelts on the airplane proved to be a bit bulky but overall, it was a nice (but long) flight.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2XxlyA_XOP88TuTCFBd4q1lxZAVYbLOTPU1QnBvoku0htyFLCbkea2s34IZ-JI-tmkd5mD-CitjWiCLVpa8a_vvvECRJIYiVZgbQM6wKWxP0qm-QT-ubtDnRmq3N8cyKvw2hFbpobdAF/s1600-h/gold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419231468774018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2XxlyA_XOP88TuTCFBd4q1lxZAVYbLOTPU1QnBvoku0htyFLCbkea2s34IZ-JI-tmkd5mD-CitjWiCLVpa8a_vvvECRJIYiVZgbQM6wKWxP0qm-QT-ubtDnRmq3N8cyKvw2hFbpobdAF/s400/gold.jpg" border="0" /></a>First they stopped in Hong Kong, where of course, Barbie and Ken did some shopping. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Being animal lovers, they got a cute cat statue and a panda! </div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVh3aO4uhWok827nWOcsJzhWaia1i9vGT-3SOEkrGuRAaAoR2cvZr7gOcb0sUHn5Frd_sSuNztI_9uSVieWZ8xto95gPUG7zeIN7RV-LQWe1mIj6efBKiG_zSXDCcpqJ7PN8DXWpISF3k/s1600-h/panda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419596540994258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVh3aO4uhWok827nWOcsJzhWaia1i9vGT-3SOEkrGuRAaAoR2cvZr7gOcb0sUHn5Frd_sSuNztI_9uSVieWZ8xto95gPUG7zeIN7RV-LQWe1mIj6efBKiG_zSXDCcpqJ7PN8DXWpISF3k/s320/panda.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Ken complained that their souviners were so HUGE! </div><div><br />Ken also found a very fashionable hat in their friends' luggage. He was very proud of it. </div><div>Barbie didn't have the heart to tell him it was a BABY SOCK!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF-VpN1VPsfzS5uVecmubW0fXtAVoRxsZ7QwjA5TpfOY_DLGqsDrMiORFJwxcXATOZAiNHWmTO1dymbhMkf7-RMahCVm_hULrU36nCi5_6IwXl_P2zI8ar_EFLIeLa3NTUzQ9lzCbJJPh/s1600-h/KFC.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200427304603971906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF-VpN1VPsfzS5uVecmubW0fXtAVoRxsZ7QwjA5TpfOY_DLGqsDrMiORFJwxcXATOZAiNHWmTO1dymbhMkf7-RMahCVm_hULrU36nCi5_6IwXl_P2zI8ar_EFLIeLa3NTUzQ9lzCbJJPh/s320/KFC.jpg" border="0" /></a>While looking for something to eat, Ken spotted a Kentucky Fried Chicken. </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div></div><div></div><div>Barbie said cruelty to chickens was the same in any country (maybe worse here, who knew?) and he was NOT going to eat there! </div><div><br /></div><div>Ken really didn't complain, and they found some delicious and vegetarian noodles just around the corner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next stop, Barbie and friends arrived in Nanching, where her friends would be adopting their baby. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYxFFm5Jv5MXtuRwduC10L7W4Y1tdPJDzXvdIR0jMMBeRmGTcpeGcOJ4VcFX3zD_CWv95hBDHj9zJ3M1gmCuj7YV0p-6tav1tEhwRBnNWcjikHjZ9Dj89AX3A6m3TTVErkv2lH3cDl_ye/s1600-h/Ken+and+Barbie+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419278713414290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="248" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYxFFm5Jv5MXtuRwduC10L7W4Y1tdPJDzXvdIR0jMMBeRmGTcpeGcOJ4VcFX3zD_CWv95hBDHj9zJ3M1gmCuj7YV0p-6tav1tEhwRBnNWcjikHjZ9Dj89AX3A6m3TTVErkv2lH3cDl_ye/s400/Ken+and+Barbie+017.jpg" width="331" border="0" /></a>The hotel in Nanching was very nice. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ken relaxed and looked at the paper (he couldn't read it, it was in Chinese of course) while Barbie went down to the hotel gift shop. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB7wPRVbljfJYXs6j9A_I3mzcIUJRvGusJX3Wg2_m4YR06r1vTDx6ux7-uTpcVGt7H_9W-w13jQrfaosjbExA_l2f9WpxtkH-Gsfx_MK6Xx2R6XTabd_NQsZ5GchQzHQAbuHbWcaOjPkI/s1600-h/Ken+and+Barbie+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419308778185394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="288" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB7wPRVbljfJYXs6j9A_I3mzcIUJRvGusJX3Wg2_m4YR06r1vTDx6ux7-uTpcVGt7H_9W-w13jQrfaosjbExA_l2f9WpxtkH-Gsfx_MK6Xx2R6XTabd_NQsZ5GchQzHQAbuHbWcaOjPkI/s400/Ken+and+Barbie+022.jpg" width="259" border="0" /></a>Barbie returned with a fun hat, and best of all, OREO COOKIES! Score!! </div><div></div><div>And they had no dairy products in them, just like the ones back home. </div><div><br /></div><div>Barbie was glad. Ken was just glad to eat something he recognised.</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNqd7GO9dMtzhq6Ubs6tcN0ywXuYT2klxq2VJ_tpZZRbW0PSh75qpFRztsocskqcRrERwr43JhL_WF7R8A_BN531aSGNn6DmkH7C3T1qbpxWkBRc1CFoGuKKskQSQ5BDjjRzl5oOV_lUh/s1600-h/Ken+and+Barbie+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200419304483218082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNqd7GO9dMtzhq6Ubs6tcN0ywXuYT2klxq2VJ_tpZZRbW0PSh75qpFRztsocskqcRrERwr43JhL_WF7R8A_BN531aSGNn6DmkH7C3T1qbpxWkBRc1CFoGuKKskQSQ5BDjjRzl5oOV_lUh/s400/Ken+and+Barbie+019.jpg" width="258" border="0" /></a>They were going sightseeing and to a park tomorrow, and the next day was Adoption Day. </div><div></div><div>So exciting!! </div><div> </div><div>Stay Tuned.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;">~~Posted by Veggie Barbie Girl on TofuMom's computer.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-64241162626570160432008-03-23T18:33:00.000-07:002008-03-23T19:29:18.878-07:00Barbie's Back! Just In Time For Easter.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62h5HWT4pDwOUG2KAtdOACHdBIADt5gSJcRgsiVQs04ZdozchUfH42bKrH7iTqEyOwavdvZmXJxyH6vwd5a-6YvXdxEE2MBNKN9UvvynFz2PKaBVVvC9MTgWLv9FYvu7dkss_tgzHhJLn/s1600-h/0Barbie1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121381860779810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" height="353" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62h5HWT4pDwOUG2KAtdOACHdBIADt5gSJcRgsiVQs04ZdozchUfH42bKrH7iTqEyOwavdvZmXJxyH6vwd5a-6YvXdxEE2MBNKN9UvvynFz2PKaBVVvC9MTgWLv9FYvu7dkss_tgzHhJLn/s400/0Barbie1.jpg" width="443" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Thanks for tuning in again. And being patient.</span></strong></em><br /><br />Barbie has been SO BUSY, but she's FINALLY had time to start blogging a little more.<br /><br />So here's what Barbie did this weekend...<br /><br />Since it's Easter on Sunday, Barbie decided to dye Easter Eggs.<br /><br />Now, Barbie isn't a huge fan of eggs because she doesn't agree with the way chickens are often treated, however on some occassions she still uses them - you do the best you can, right?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXy0F_Cdu71hQqmQ8yBE9LjEPqZZncdVJCxQDgmAstJ_bQQxvKH75ZIX-dEx85qshbH5azGwrh5DUoGl-xhNqCNhtY4vzHfCaSfdKSXcatHi9qhWOzkicxbaOu8ocU1XtqcTt2JMKEMJDK/s1600-h/0Barbie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181120303823988450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXy0F_Cdu71hQqmQ8yBE9LjEPqZZncdVJCxQDgmAstJ_bQQxvKH75ZIX-dEx85qshbH5azGwrh5DUoGl-xhNqCNhtY4vzHfCaSfdKSXcatHi9qhWOzkicxbaOu8ocU1XtqcTt2JMKEMJDK/s320/0Barbie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well, for Easter, Barbie's nieces and nephews were coming to HER house for dinner and games and stuff, and they SURE didn't need any more sugar, so she decided it would be fun to color a few eggs like she used to when she was a kid.<br /><br />(She made sure to get humanely raised, free-range eggs to at least.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9DOeDhxhw5bSTJAAOpNS85lVlxUJkKb5QDP98MRmMvr9_nkjppyxEISiLK3lRdBR4dY6HxOwkxHyAVrtp3DTy08_IpWLS4ykP1nDmIUgt6C7K631X0eEWvUdv6sJfHo64xycGpx-L49b/s1600-h/0Barbie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181124860784289602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9DOeDhxhw5bSTJAAOpNS85lVlxUJkKb5QDP98MRmMvr9_nkjppyxEISiLK3lRdBR4dY6HxOwkxHyAVrtp3DTy08_IpWLS4ykP1nDmIUgt6C7K631X0eEWvUdv6sJfHo64xycGpx-L49b/s320/0Barbie2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie put on her lab coat to keep herself somewhat clean, then she boiled all the eggs, (which stunk up the house something awful). Just one more reason not to cook eggs too often.<br /><br />Then she mixed up the dye and put the eggs in. She had to be careful, they were awfully LARGE eggs and tended to splash...<br /><br />She even had fun experimenting with the "magic crayon" from the egg-dye kit.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBAw_mDgHTOlKPLotvVAlHhEXD7l9T8GLdi5zDX1ZQaeEhyphenhypheneQ0y3-EtcrD1NlEKmbu8bQXzsEJEg2fEvIxYM8zdSPu3V5j2eyNSas7hJDjp5g4nAsdXmmaFhPeChmRszlH_hBX-dJBlB7/s1600-h/0Barbie3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181120312413923074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBAw_mDgHTOlKPLotvVAlHhEXD7l9T8GLdi5zDX1ZQaeEhyphenhypheneQ0y3-EtcrD1NlEKmbu8bQXzsEJEg2fEvIxYM8zdSPu3V5j2eyNSas7hJDjp5g4nAsdXmmaFhPeChmRszlH_hBX-dJBlB7/s320/0Barbie3.jpg" width="238" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately Ken wasn't there to appreciate her creativity, but Barbie knew he loved egg-salad sandwiches, so she decided to save a few of the eggs for him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZ_nM1KbQ1Zb-QOVs9c1i3_0S_z2oH8k-73nEKhtF3DXGvyMWppVnoQBJzwCwpHDGlh4V5IfmqLJKl2V5OC-N27UlFe7iwJHmp-b3ubQaOs6iaD2BLUkR08uy8kpX5Liq-45-PpHF6XuL/s1600-h/0Barbie3.jpg"></a><br />Well, the kids loved the eggs, the day was a success and everyone thought the colors were beautiful.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMnGeQYYwSdxBZVBqN-RZVWY6JUpPCiGQFmd-r13KqPJXBL3DgMx7t0C39OrSkEfWmLDQJjgpuYbHx-YCgDSD_52qcME0y27cqoGNeK2IT4lE6NUPVYUJQVD-YXPceJboWt40cRcHn0yc/s1600-h/0barbie4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181120316708890386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMnGeQYYwSdxBZVBqN-RZVWY6JUpPCiGQFmd-r13KqPJXBL3DgMx7t0C39OrSkEfWmLDQJjgpuYbHx-YCgDSD_52qcME0y27cqoGNeK2IT4lE6NUPVYUJQVD-YXPceJboWt40cRcHn0yc/s320/0barbie4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Hope you had a beautiful Easter too, (if you celebrate) or just a relaxing Spring weekend!<br /><br />Stay tuned, Barbie has several other adventures coming up, I promise.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-2928052156441060792007-12-24T23:37:00.000-08:002007-12-25T00:04:46.033-08:00Barbie Makes a Gingerbread House<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3srxLTcA7tDgub9VVk41lvv19YM11Pu_oYUY9SupafN4ZmQhyphenhyphenyvgklQcJSXhhFzzHm8adRGh-m1II8yBZdahRjnEPOCaNtHZElB3yCRfvKthj-Qy-wk_6XSE_mTUKD2KwLbbZQ-ACikd/s1600-h/1Barbie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147813993054020546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3srxLTcA7tDgub9VVk41lvv19YM11Pu_oYUY9SupafN4ZmQhyphenhyphenyvgklQcJSXhhFzzHm8adRGh-m1II8yBZdahRjnEPOCaNtHZElB3yCRfvKthj-Qy-wk_6XSE_mTUKD2KwLbbZQ-ACikd/s320/1Barbie.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wow! It's been a while, but Barbie's been busy with school and now the Holidays!! </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">..<br /></span><br />So we'll catch up a little here - for Christmas Eve, Barbie decided to make a Gingerbread house. What a lot of work fitting all those parts together with frosting! And the pieces were almost as tall as Barbie. Fortunately they were pretty easy to work with.</div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">..<br /></span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZhL2sadhVh8v2xVvMkXi83hbiVykp5Hz_ULfKeQOdnydMzW1yHTUIb2Pu2kxcnsxmWyrRjo6cZeMIZtJuDdFEo0L8zIZ-mzm_o4MbehKJDQT-1_wTKvBJrWSD0w5M13FMPYG7lUGnL7L/s1600-h/1Barbie3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147815345968718818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZhL2sadhVh8v2xVvMkXi83hbiVykp5Hz_ULfKeQOdnydMzW1yHTUIb2Pu2kxcnsxmWyrRjo6cZeMIZtJuDdFEo0L8zIZ-mzm_o4MbehKJDQT-1_wTKvBJrWSD0w5M13FMPYG7lUGnL7L/s320/1Barbie3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken was supposed to help, since Barbie thought he might be good with construction and all, but he was too busy admiring his favorite ornaments on the tree, some spiffy airplane models.</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNdoQCtyWkCelqoPVxJSdLoy_48FK0bi8ZPxOtVP2ZWw8ZGyT9rflaMKrCeov1TWkcTzRehwPACYfrZa-0sXt24rm2rSpvDZO0fgLT7hfnrZkNaXA-NhWIPNao45BOrOG6D5IU1jFTRZm/s1600-h/1Barbie+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147813993054020562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNdoQCtyWkCelqoPVxJSdLoy_48FK0bi8ZPxOtVP2ZWw8ZGyT9rflaMKrCeov1TWkcTzRehwPACYfrZa-0sXt24rm2rSpvDZO0fgLT7hfnrZkNaXA-NhWIPNao45BOrOG6D5IU1jFTRZm/s320/1Barbie+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>So Barbie made the houses herself, TWO of them in fact - loaded with candy and goodies and sweets -- and she thought they turned out pretty good. Ken wanted to eat them, but of course Barbie told him Gingerbread Houses were NOT to eat. (Sigh!) Poor Ken doesn't always get it.</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div></div><div>Anyway, Barbie's off to wrap presents - Merry Christmas to all. Watch for more Barbie blogs to return soon!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-55226064440811508212007-10-23T18:42:00.000-07:002007-10-23T20:01:16.293-07:00Ken Brings Home DinnerTonight was a beautiful fall evening.<br />Nothing like the stormy weather they had been having.<br /><br />Ken called Barbie, saying that he was bringing over some take-out, so they could have dinner on the patio.<br /><br /><br /><br />When Ken got to her house, he proudly showed Barbie the chicken and Jo-Jo potato wedges, looking as pleased as if he'd spent an hour making them himself.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXa2_s6ElIQDaSIHoh_uJHNljjZZdsJFMV8J_CNka-onjPZhC7yRIAE34LubAmzz4v74DWv2V5Dnf4hwiamFfujqqlMsW8TOeiCGt16eK3HYU_OM8D-3x-Ym8OtFI0qavMBRhM_hjQ0qB/s1600-h/Barbiechick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124731689676357570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXa2_s6ElIQDaSIHoh_uJHNljjZZdsJFMV8J_CNka-onjPZhC7yRIAE34LubAmzz4v74DWv2V5Dnf4hwiamFfujqqlMsW8TOeiCGt16eK3HYU_OM8D-3x-Ym8OtFI0qavMBRhM_hjQ0qB/s320/Barbiechick.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken said that he had heard some people say that vegetarians ate chicken, but Barbie informed him that chickens were <em><strong>not</strong></em> vegetables, and the people who ate chicken (or sealife) anyway weren't really vegetarians and they messed it up for everyone who really WAS.<br /><br />Ken said, yeah, he sorta figured they weren't really a vegetarian food, but it was just SO HARD to remember what was and what wasn't and how could she ever find enough to eat?<br /><br /><br />Barbie told Ken to relax, it was really easy to be vegetarian, and she did give him credit for thinking about her, and getting dinner anyway.<br /><br /><br />It was a nice thought, he just needed a little more information about what was vegetarian and what wasn't. Barbie told him they'd go shopping for take-out together next time if he wanted...<br /><br /><br /><br />So they enjoyed the cool fall sunshine and sat on the back porch and Ken ate his chicken and Barbie ate the potato wedges which were actually pretty good.Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-50654005035125129062007-10-21T11:02:00.000-07:002007-10-22T18:44:42.055-07:00Ocean Shores, Day 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4vQT8YvySQlXc8TIwG0b-6nu1ltNybDTVpnfMa299PqTuozqxhEDR2X-H31siWeWCxZt0h3WO6lQQxPlP10mCTVonGQEyYtZs-y5OxVFrAG_hfs-p5R_Jqomc7Hqs0qlFVrw6CACohQC/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123853248605241154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4vQT8YvySQlXc8TIwG0b-6nu1ltNybDTVpnfMa299PqTuozqxhEDR2X-H31siWeWCxZt0h3WO6lQQxPlP10mCTVonGQEyYtZs-y5OxVFrAG_hfs-p5R_Jqomc7Hqs0qlFVrw6CACohQC/s320/DSC03604.JPG" border="0" /></a>Today Barbie went out to the beach and drove along the sand.<br /><br />It was still very windy and cold, which it usually is on Washington's beaches during the winter months. The winds were about 35 miles an hour, which made it hard to drive.<br /><br />Barbie drove for a long time, she even drove past a dead seal, which was rather upsetting. But she enjoyed the rest of the drive. She drove way down the beach watching the seagulls and pelicans fly in the surf. Then she got out of her jeep and walked on the sand.<br /><br />She was going to go in the water but it was awfully cold and wet and windy. The waves were pretty high and she didn't want to get washed away.<br /><br />Besides, the wind was messing up her hair.<br /><br /><div>Barbie was very cold so she went back to the hotel to warm up by the fireplace. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AO6br89aus1GXc-2wcT-nCWU95UKruGWTPX7Z-ou_h29cHMNXgf2PVaKDxlkisDLLaqvH45assbCxEbVYYP1wNMGb8hIRoYUg-I0yXjJyD_MynOzhHFVS0H2tpMjDX3L-jPRIOP4IL-e/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123853849900662610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AO6br89aus1GXc-2wcT-nCWU95UKruGWTPX7Z-ou_h29cHMNXgf2PVaKDxlkisDLLaqvH45assbCxEbVYYP1wNMGb8hIRoYUg-I0yXjJyD_MynOzhHFVS0H2tpMjDX3L-jPRIOP4IL-e/s320/DSC03597.JPG" width="281" border="0" /></a>But it was so warm she almost melted, so she found other ways to entertain herself around the hotel.</div><br /><div>The Shilo Inn was very nicely decorated. It had beautiful sculptures and lots of things to do. </div><div> </div><div>First Barbie pretended she was riding on a whale, then played with dolphins, and last, went swimming with mermaids. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAP5NnoXhUPBKAD8i3k_ROqYuL-xA5bJP9zfhCRtqHrkYCoLpyGu2a4xv2lc94EugprMdfODftX2AHZ7pNV-E4Y35OLYaRFbmX8a69LMQbhtuRYiILWiKrvYEzIX84EEwTosfaKS-jbEo/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855327369412482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAP5NnoXhUPBKAD8i3k_ROqYuL-xA5bJP9zfhCRtqHrkYCoLpyGu2a4xv2lc94EugprMdfODftX2AHZ7pNV-E4Y35OLYaRFbmX8a69LMQbhtuRYiILWiKrvYEzIX84EEwTosfaKS-jbEo/s320/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPbLvO6r_7IobcRkPmIYTaonbau1LsTjNsaLwsqDyyBrVV9GiID_TZ9y3hn9UVaC9a5_SDF1gqnA9nR1vwLPy27ACBJclG9263c9FavTVlkW9RduFF03jIDJx2iMg7k_oZhJOR1q-pWbD/s1600-h/DSC03571.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855323074445154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPbLvO6r_7IobcRkPmIYTaonbau1LsTjNsaLwsqDyyBrVV9GiID_TZ9y3hn9UVaC9a5_SDF1gqnA9nR1vwLPy27ACBJclG9263c9FavTVlkW9RduFF03jIDJx2iMg7k_oZhJOR1q-pWbD/s320/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Finally it was time to go home. Barbie left the hotel and the beach feeling well-rested, relaxed and ready for her next adventure!!</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgNqs8YD9eTnXwtET7xfLtkM1e1i7pP1ktnsMWKfCV7qIWiOGH39vpbQQIk4wTZsHir2ObPgEcw4l4XeCFZcexDKb2e1tofTogoV6hoxXHfQA_8MEJZtQ8ceOk-9WzIZJkV6bse8SbAsc/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855323074445170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgNqs8YD9eTnXwtET7xfLtkM1e1i7pP1ktnsMWKfCV7qIWiOGH39vpbQQIk4wTZsHir2ObPgEcw4l4XeCFZcexDKb2e1tofTogoV6hoxXHfQA_8MEJZtQ8ceOk-9WzIZJkV6bse8SbAsc/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" /></a>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-68824222781839571222007-10-21T10:47:00.000-07:002007-10-22T18:32:32.723-07:00Ocean Shores Day 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhncld6TWxBxXbYn4e3rb6vX7gn-Xv5eCDaPZPAHPnXd3esD4xe7elQbfpvuAmW3TSY7YLhjUIgN6XxFfKvD3xVyj8-BQFpocCYV3shOHTofzs8uL0bvXnGXceCMN9f7to4srhx4SNRCZC/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850242128133922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhncld6TWxBxXbYn4e3rb6vX7gn-Xv5eCDaPZPAHPnXd3esD4xe7elQbfpvuAmW3TSY7YLhjUIgN6XxFfKvD3xVyj8-BQFpocCYV3shOHTofzs8uL0bvXnGXceCMN9f7to4srhx4SNRCZC/s320/DSC03577.JPG" border="0" /></a>On Barbie's second day at the beach, it was still VERY cold and stormy, so she decided to check out The Sailing Ships Museum.<br /><br />Barbie took a tour of the museum and read about the history of the various boats.<br /><br />There were alot of replicas of boats and ships there, and when no one was looking, Barbie sat in some of them. It was pretty exciting!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ3AMMG9u_6vtzgXHrAf94i11XmBvhQiO2TFwSr4G1bxB5A2LU-IGJk7dfCqFTJflASHev6BRsXOZWNVLuKfrUAkitGUraV9ho72AdyB7eE_HqBSG7eWn-hiVJ6fjX_J33DIbwpNl4Qhn/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850237833166610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ3AMMG9u_6vtzgXHrAf94i11XmBvhQiO2TFwSr4G1bxB5A2LU-IGJk7dfCqFTJflASHev6BRsXOZWNVLuKfrUAkitGUraV9ho72AdyB7eE_HqBSG7eWn-hiVJ6fjX_J33DIbwpNl4Qhn/s320/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" /></a>She saw a friendly looking fisherman sort of guy, but he just smiled when she said "HI".<br /><br />Barbie liked the museum because the ships were just her size!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju3UliCqx8ObuQVTBvVPXqqugqapWsSRv7FgLswllifb4dA5jQZUjcNH5J0yFrYMwyqjJ-7WOMhivsU1CYmJfhKmNB1tEu_9M5oaWiCYv98QgCeDNKFDz3G7zJICHPuIsHDh4ZeuLvP94j/s1600-h/DSC03560.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850237833166594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju3UliCqx8ObuQVTBvVPXqqugqapWsSRv7FgLswllifb4dA5jQZUjcNH5J0yFrYMwyqjJ-7WOMhivsU1CYmJfhKmNB1tEu_9M5oaWiCYv98QgCeDNKFDz3G7zJICHPuIsHDh4ZeuLvP94j/s320/DSC03560.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQoe_qobm31iL6vwhOyYuLgBy5TtRga9d2eaHf20dcHZJvKup426eWWUY9svcgR9XpTBNUqXEOq6bwHEOr8XKDPwfW0cGTgLprXjQAJgY2iVyH8tG0b1NcLHWsdTkskHVI9e4FUUjHxu9/s1600-h/DSC03557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850229243231986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQoe_qobm31iL6vwhOyYuLgBy5TtRga9d2eaHf20dcHZJvKup426eWWUY9svcgR9XpTBNUqXEOq6bwHEOr8XKDPwfW0cGTgLprXjQAJgY2iVyH8tG0b1NcLHWsdTkskHVI9e4FUUjHxu9/s320/DSC03557.JPG" border="0" /></a>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-75693914632123877822007-10-21T08:57:00.001-07:002007-10-22T18:06:55.563-07:00Barbie goes to the beach.Well, Barbie's recovered from her Canada vacation, and she's gotten used to her back-to-school schedule, so she decided it was time for another little vacation away. Barbie likes to go to interesting places!<br /><br /><div><div>This weekend Barbie decided to go to the beach. The town she was visiting was called Ocean Shores. It's on the Washington coast and can be very cold and wet and stormy during the winter.</div><br /><div>Ocean Shores is a few hours away from where Barbie lives, so she stopped at an AM-PM Mini-Mart on the way, to get some healthy snacks like coffee and popcorn. </div><br /><div>Well, she knew they weren't really all that healthy, but Ken wasn't there to see what she was buying and make comments about healthy snacks. (Like he should talk.) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkZDKM5oC_3cHTxv9IXkbEGuMpmAOYog7d_8axMxOMDuTnOxvJRyVlGi29Bz9nSQkr-BpnpqLLdlS6jGugkUs4XsM9afzABIugjO45Wiu3Ql6E_9WpZtJOhf5nvz0nK-HJj6dCRdDcRp0/s1600-h/9+07+BEACH+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124330780249079730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkZDKM5oC_3cHTxv9IXkbEGuMpmAOYog7d_8axMxOMDuTnOxvJRyVlGi29Bz9nSQkr-BpnpqLLdlS6jGugkUs4XsM9afzABIugjO45Wiu3Ql6E_9WpZtJOhf5nvz0nK-HJj6dCRdDcRp0/s320/9+07+BEACH+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Barbie was a little disappointed that there were only two bags of popcorn left, she wondered if they were stale... but she did like how warm the popcorn machine was inside.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQdxMjWOktK2JBzz-VtSPkDyu3PtOguML_En3wZ2zRfG2tHYTcsnN9FQXVQ3FC4z5KmYwUif2YMGPRwXRbed9zD4TogQXByaSf3X3NToy0OZsx17nRxAV-mFfkaKWnHiYL958Wg7lQZYU/s1600-h/DSC03562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847768226971346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQdxMjWOktK2JBzz-VtSPkDyu3PtOguML_En3wZ2zRfG2tHYTcsnN9FQXVQ3FC4z5KmYwUif2YMGPRwXRbed9zD4TogQXByaSf3X3NToy0OZsx17nRxAV-mFfkaKWnHiYL958Wg7lQZYU/s320/DSC03562.JPG" border="0" /></a>While operating the complicated coffee-making equipment, Barbie almost fell into the coffee cup. This time Ken wasn't there to save her. </div><br /><div>Ken is going to be on Dancing with the Stars, (well, he thinks he's going to be anyway) so he's practicing his stretching exercises and trying to loosen up a little.</div><br /><div>Anyway, that's why he couldn't come to the beach with Barbie. And that's fine, Barbie wanted a relaxing weekend by herself.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfmjZZgxRkMMHqtaOWKiKC_tHNV-MpoFD3TYlGxSTcalgbzWuMeWdPlzaPzZuv5FjuQETtHU5iXIHny_WU2bSysLbmwioL4JGmbnSB6A9v8P1DpoOD6LQ-hh80OEUiSrPa_FV1h3O1bIC/s1600-h/barbie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124328667125170082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfmjZZgxRkMMHqtaOWKiKC_tHNV-MpoFD3TYlGxSTcalgbzWuMeWdPlzaPzZuv5FjuQETtHU5iXIHny_WU2bSysLbmwioL4JGmbnSB6A9v8P1DpoOD6LQ-hh80OEUiSrPa_FV1h3O1bIC/s320/barbie2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When Barbie FINALLY got to Ocean Shores, it was a dark and stormy night. </div><br /><div></div><div>She drove her jeep right out on the beach, and saw some crazy people jumping waves out in the dark and rain and wind. Who jumps waves at 10:00 at night? Barbie decided to wait until it was daylight to enjoy the beach. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVkUNDxSuhfC1-z8Z_HfYEEhc_lADNqEqfNGhBmzgvGiOisgL7DGSCOUS3VRS0q2UYM4X-care7NT_whCbjYRnUapuR5JP4XlvLlmE7d0UXbAazcni3FNUqU2d9Oan4IBwR6LUCeD8w6C/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124328662830202770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVkUNDxSuhfC1-z8Z_HfYEEhc_lADNqEqfNGhBmzgvGiOisgL7DGSCOUS3VRS0q2UYM4X-care7NT_whCbjYRnUapuR5JP4XlvLlmE7d0UXbAazcni3FNUqU2d9Oan4IBwR6LUCeD8w6C/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie had reserved a room at the Shilo Inn and headed there right after she'd seen the beach. When she got out of her jeep, she couldn't believe how windy it was! She ran into the hotel, she was afraid she would get blown away in the wind! </div><div> </div><div>Since it was late, Barbie checked into her room and went right to bed.</div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-8018589985529490902007-10-01T21:42:00.000-07:002007-10-11T22:22:58.278-07:00Day Four. Barbie and Ken's Last Day Of Vacation.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv5dXyC0a0BuTGPWgYLPf9Sagl48rw4e6YFCSHgWEstza3t2y2xmiXY9qqO3F3ZbuxpAKuW1P9jrxlGC9D1iWWY36DcwFPgNgHgwvkVFPSO2u6fHgfEi5T5tMnfJWzIWQONYkVB2hjrgt/s1600-h/B+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120310026804917826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv5dXyC0a0BuTGPWgYLPf9Sagl48rw4e6YFCSHgWEstza3t2y2xmiXY9qqO3F3ZbuxpAKuW1P9jrxlGC9D1iWWY36DcwFPgNgHgwvkVFPSO2u6fHgfEi5T5tMnfJWzIWQONYkVB2hjrgt/s320/B+6.jpg" border="0" /></a>It was finally the last day of Ken and Barbie's Canadian adventure.<br /><br /><br />They took a walk through Beacon Hill park and found a really tall totem pole. The sign read "Tallest Totem Pole in North America".<br /><br />They could barely see the top of it. Ken wanted to climb it. Barbie said no.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin306GjvMWCLnlqub8PtuRhTf-vqYh0mXtu9d3IzIHYdXRc-pYBupQbb-AsaUfTuEJYQo9R9fmM1u4ibUksW4ypv7DnSUR__vtoTKA0KfytMws_mhCz6zguoL5igJg0Uu3sJRbo8xRbuAX/s1600-h/B+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120310018214983202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin306GjvMWCLnlqub8PtuRhTf-vqYh0mXtu9d3IzIHYdXRc-pYBupQbb-AsaUfTuEJYQo9R9fmM1u4ibUksW4ypv7DnSUR__vtoTKA0KfytMws_mhCz6zguoL5igJg0Uu3sJRbo8xRbuAX/s320/B+8.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken wanted to stop and watch the men playing sports for a while.<br /><br />Barbie said she thought they were playing cricket but Ken said he didn't see any insects and besides, he'd never heard of cricket so it must not be a sport. He thought it was golf. Barbie just sighed... What WAS she going to do with Ken? Sometimes she wondered if there was ANYTHING in that plastic head of his.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgPxIuy3KaAyr5cdDQJelGJS9lNYxinSArNngpd650afYUUat-Gsb39pL4t8VHHS9PrVrx5ad6dj6qSyCsWkQxxQTHtfd58C9iyQNuokF5mQ6Q5etSsbmFNSwOKEUvAeaqd93P739p_nO/s1600-h/B+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120313475663656562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgPxIuy3KaAyr5cdDQJelGJS9lNYxinSArNngpd650afYUUat-Gsb39pL4t8VHHS9PrVrx5ad6dj6qSyCsWkQxxQTHtfd58C9iyQNuokF5mQ6Q5etSsbmFNSwOKEUvAeaqd93P739p_nO/s320/B+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />They did a little more last-day shopping and wandered through some shops in Chinatown. Ken took a picture of Barbie in front of the famous "Dragon Gate" but his picture-taking skills aren't that great, you can't really see the dragon. Ken said just use your imagination.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiurjXL3tSm_6pYyHnr3wZXMTCDZggX7-PR_tQ4l69idfTIRgFzMQf5CzFebULXYU3QsL9DICJYDHaHk1TtlIHFX4hIRuKnoN1xfJyTw1oQkefoy3vPdCicynnVxyyEc7mt0LL0iy_m6xW/s1600-h/B+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120310022509950514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiurjXL3tSm_6pYyHnr3wZXMTCDZggX7-PR_tQ4l69idfTIRgFzMQf5CzFebULXYU3QsL9DICJYDHaHk1TtlIHFX4hIRuKnoN1xfJyTw1oQkefoy3vPdCicynnVxyyEc7mt0LL0iy_m6xW/s320/B+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Later they dropped by one last gift shop so Barbie could get her favorite treat, REAL Scottish shortbread. Ken said the cookies were as big as her head.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSmhKTQLLY9b1GuZfmYO8QSWMcAqf_lLUaaxSp8SRI0yGeGdkbBtS7KM3uFQQuvF5Ki_dC89lgERPOU__sYI4pEz85_IKmSLE23-YJTvtDPaJscXu_fj72dXH2F5PhjdAws_vhwnX2UY4/s1600-h/B+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120310039689819746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSmhKTQLLY9b1GuZfmYO8QSWMcAqf_lLUaaxSp8SRI0yGeGdkbBtS7KM3uFQQuvF5Ki_dC89lgERPOU__sYI4pEz85_IKmSLE23-YJTvtDPaJscXu_fj72dXH2F5PhjdAws_vhwnX2UY4/s320/B+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Right before starting home, they stopped in front of their hotel to take a picture with the hotel mascot, which was a giant bear wearing a kilt.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxK6Clne9aMPIV9cTXUQN8LZfL0tXJdh61oilXzsH2TLN924zlGj6zhN-pq0T6_X5PIvE5gvf7O6a8sdr51l_w6dEk0d3K2ateO1Q5X6BVMFgES8W-3Xkj2Cmf9ozT-_vafcWPBon_8Cs/s1600-h/B+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120310031099885138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxK6Clne9aMPIV9cTXUQN8LZfL0tXJdh61oilXzsH2TLN924zlGj6zhN-pq0T6_X5PIvE5gvf7O6a8sdr51l_w6dEk0d3K2ateO1Q5X6BVMFgES8W-3Xkj2Cmf9ozT-_vafcWPBon_8Cs/s320/B+3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken wanted to climb to the top, and again, Barbie had to tell him no.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ken, maybe there will be rocks to climb on our next vacation.Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-77488066621312028892007-09-20T21:10:00.000-07:002007-10-11T21:41:42.669-07:00More Vacation, More Canada, More Ken and Barbie...OK, to continue with Ken and Barbie's badly neglected vacation report, we find them stuck in bloggerland on day three of their Victoria, Canada trip.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgfmt9Sq503N-75TNhNLwRRA4oY-dS5rw7hWneE72B4gfSB1AwaI2C7RSpeyhJ2aA84Tqpwh2J15nT0pZ9IIUbTjStFFy3Zta1klYOUOvbObG4lwvIWMF112AN4MBz9pFBsK7dR1uqJo1/s1600-h/1+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120298469047924162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgfmt9Sq503N-75TNhNLwRRA4oY-dS5rw7hWneE72B4gfSB1AwaI2C7RSpeyhJ2aA84Tqpwh2J15nT0pZ9IIUbTjStFFy3Zta1klYOUOvbObG4lwvIWMF112AN4MBz9pFBsK7dR1uqJo1/s320/1+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Actually they aren't stuck at all. As you can see, Barbie had decided today was perfect for a little SHOPPING!</div><div> </div><div>Their first (and most looked-forward-to) stop was the Converse Tennis Shoe store. Barbie and Ken were very excited, especially since Ken read in the guide book that it might have the largest selection of Converse in the WORLD. That's a LOT of shoes. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8fbQ_ueO9Sx0rV4q35KaSV8jVP_eKklwXQyx-e3Nf6ndL_rqeIfrHLTOyo8tNAdiCQaEGlPttC6-mXEq-BFqMkC-17hxBP0eHCn-5zcxPMDWHkGZuUCOy0Yr09ncQcAZ24gWFZVRZqNy/s1600-h/1+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120298481932826098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="167" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8fbQ_ueO9Sx0rV4q35KaSV8jVP_eKklwXQyx-e3Nf6ndL_rqeIfrHLTOyo8tNAdiCQaEGlPttC6-mXEq-BFqMkC-17hxBP0eHCn-5zcxPMDWHkGZuUCOy0Yr09ncQcAZ24gWFZVRZqNy/s320/1+4.jpg" width="226" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8fbQ_ueO9Sx0rV4q35KaSV8jVP_eKklwXQyx-e3Nf6ndL_rqeIfrHLTOyo8tNAdiCQaEGlPttC6-mXEq-BFqMkC-17hxBP0eHCn-5zcxPMDWHkGZuUCOy0Yr09ncQcAZ24gWFZVRZqNy/s1600-h/1+4.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFOa_hfKjSaD9gUGvi3-oA9RCo97ZK-b0mMu9vtkbD0iiHY52IYYr4qTiI4sCwsjJZksav5xAjZbdzz5E6fvWQ6Sc6PbXNwGcvPxavEPN98mQrGS6rZtYmRyUAiEQoc7FsxOVNe50FJ5g/s1600-h/1+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120298477637858786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="334" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFOa_hfKjSaD9gUGvi3-oA9RCo97ZK-b0mMu9vtkbD0iiHY52IYYr4qTiI4sCwsjJZksav5xAjZbdzz5E6fvWQ6Sc6PbXNwGcvPxavEPN98mQrGS6rZtYmRyUAiEQoc7FsxOVNe50FJ5g/s320/1+3.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></a>Barbie liked the fact that most Converse were leather free too, of course.</div><div> </div><div>They spent most of the morning there, trying on lots of shoes; there were SO MANY to choose from!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcu39wgOnaNLA1n-rFVALw_H5lgpBfFI2rMA-ZmkqwgnlTpdN8vkgVjTzD9CjIQg8nqAzz_WVXuStcMGNIb49eDlW_e1QhfT9ffDwRgJ8BIePSC9UVWr16uIg3opBMGFb2werE4YOKqYq/s1600-h/B+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120300126905300498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcu39wgOnaNLA1n-rFVALw_H5lgpBfFI2rMA-ZmkqwgnlTpdN8vkgVjTzD9CjIQg8nqAzz_WVXuStcMGNIb49eDlW_e1QhfT9ffDwRgJ8BIePSC9UVWr16uIg3opBMGFb2werE4YOKqYq/s320/B+1.jpg" border="0" /></a>The next shop was interesting, lots of native crafts and "Canada" souvenirs however Barbie found the animal furs - REAL fox and rabbit - and became very upset. They had to leave. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyoid04L7m6OQVrAC0VpeFo44tGftE2LoLNe1aAtJL9VtdPw5d9RQOSYjPvZdBDSviORTorZ2yZm9119sOS46SKfyRwhQxzeG_GdYxRC7S1mA0h4YAE3XHXdIOW7WAFCdUe__9vVOV2aF/s1600-h/1+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120298490522760706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyoid04L7m6OQVrAC0VpeFo44tGftE2LoLNe1aAtJL9VtdPw5d9RQOSYjPvZdBDSviORTorZ2yZm9119sOS46SKfyRwhQxzeG_GdYxRC7S1mA0h4YAE3XHXdIOW7WAFCdUe__9vVOV2aF/s320/1+5.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken distracted Barbie by showing her some beautiful fashions in an all-pink store. Barbie said they were perfect! Ken said they looked like they were made just for her!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZdGuryu8alPnsdiHo1PSmsn0SLtCJzJ-O1CaY5_F365AO7XPMXbrZ0X_KHt4P9Tja8MmD7IHbOe3YU8GNzt1j_QUNhzslJKfc811mnTUs8zqZUbTNiHuwNR28KITfTSShXRS0Zu6rWPB/s1600-h/1+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120298473342891474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZdGuryu8alPnsdiHo1PSmsn0SLtCJzJ-O1CaY5_F365AO7XPMXbrZ0X_KHt4P9Tja8MmD7IHbOe3YU8GNzt1j_QUNhzslJKfc811mnTUs8zqZUbTNiHuwNR28KITfTSShXRS0Zu6rWPB/s320/1+1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>As they walked back to their hotel, they passed The Royal London Wax Museum. Barbie asked Ken if he wanted to go in, it seemed to be a very popular attraction. </div><div> </div><div>Hmmm... Ken thought about it and said No. He wasn't interested in seeing a lot of unnatural, stiff, plastic-looking people. Barbie had to agree with him.</div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-69866719240620099442007-09-10T19:43:00.000-07:002007-09-10T20:52:28.916-07:00More of Barbie and Ken's Excellent Vacation! Yay!Another post about Ken and Barbie's vacation to Victoria, Canada.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XdTOAuZauaX7XoDsGCqiG_KXf8cS1tVxY5ncOXkEI9cxBAyUx86jtfgDKDJTPllBf7MOe2bRlubIstngGdJcv8tYCVXI2z2EdXQt_yjhtgI3Nmgv2OBrahyYFVDf0W4kICxBVgdK3qUk/s1600-h/8+07+184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108775342342507154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XdTOAuZauaX7XoDsGCqiG_KXf8cS1tVxY5ncOXkEI9cxBAyUx86jtfgDKDJTPllBf7MOe2bRlubIstngGdJcv8tYCVXI2z2EdXQt_yjhtgI3Nmgv2OBrahyYFVDf0W4kICxBVgdK3qUk/s320/8+07+184.jpg" border="0" /></a>While on vacation in Victoria, Ken and Barbie stayed at the Royal Scotsman Suites.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN13nQIc4MnwcxfOLdT159eBsL-Q-AhBnrouu7k6uYLvQxnCCb2k5QFZtUvzangFdRjvoYTX6vn42tzJVb0Orq2t9G0Yoh8OOuqXzlUlhQ-GzKNlAH62Zfr07vUIGsNBf__cmuYVbGeCME/s1600-h/8+07+183.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108775338047539842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN13nQIc4MnwcxfOLdT159eBsL-Q-AhBnrouu7k6uYLvQxnCCb2k5QFZtUvzangFdRjvoYTX6vn42tzJVb0Orq2t9G0Yoh8OOuqXzlUlhQ-GzKNlAH62Zfr07vUIGsNBf__cmuYVbGeCME/s320/8+07+183.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie LOVED her room, although she discovered the robe they provided was just WAY too big. One size does NOT fit all!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />The pillows were huge too, but they were very comfortable. Barbie decided they were just the right place for her to sleep.<br /><br />Ken said <em>his</em> hotel room was the best room he'd ever stayed in, because it had a big-screen TV! Barbie said they weren't here to watch TV but Ken kept forgetting.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTG98jixeQu5W7HTYMplXengTUx7ErVGEb4OCFVPhevNnCYZk8LpCigAB2FhwOb_SsayfS8ajrqtQ6TxSbgOC0QnagQE2SPcsLGstBiQfRDDbKq2HvuL5qOgIC2I9aTM4D9mIpu8N3WpS/s1600-h/8+07+186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108775346637474466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTG98jixeQu5W7HTYMplXengTUx7ErVGEb4OCFVPhevNnCYZk8LpCigAB2FhwOb_SsayfS8ajrqtQ6TxSbgOC0QnagQE2SPcsLGstBiQfRDDbKq2HvuL5qOgIC2I9aTM4D9mIpu8N3WpS/s320/8+07+186.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie also liked the selection of shampoos and lotions in the bathroom. They were almost her size!<br /><br />No more clunking her head on giant bottles in the shower!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7_hhY1r6tSGO5emkWNmE4osyH3kvtViXhQh1IBOjQNTjAHNlievpj3dWWb2N5hq-XeWYPEOJCakYNEcAQnhItAXffHeKpIHKCkYxh4GF_gHjjfdIvDhC_co_eCXT18vnqwmiMTIGqybR/s1600-h/8+07+161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108779594360130226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7_hhY1r6tSGO5emkWNmE4osyH3kvtViXhQh1IBOjQNTjAHNlievpj3dWWb2N5hq-XeWYPEOJCakYNEcAQnhItAXffHeKpIHKCkYxh4GF_gHjjfdIvDhC_co_eCXT18vnqwmiMTIGqybR/s320/8+07+161.jpg" border="0" /></a>OK, so today Ken and Barbie ate lunch at this really fun and funky vegan-friendly restaurant called "ReBar".<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Barbie had curried rice that was really yummy. Then she tried one of Ken's giant sweet potato fries. Ken especially loved the giant vat of super-spicy chipotle dipping sauce that came with the fries. Barbie thought it was too hot.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />A cute teenage girl at the next table tried some of the same chipotle dipping sauce, because her evil sister told her it was ketchup.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />The poor girl had to drink three glasses of water and almost choked! Ken thought that was pretty funny but Barbie kicked him under the table and told him to quit snickering, it was rude. His plastic leg hurt after that, so he stopped. Ken forgets his manners sometimes. {Sigh!}<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOcZMM_jj1ODL1Krm5xFjI1FnD92veZL5kwyVOc7TDeKR0wW4m63WTLJ-4lCu-5PmdUGw7MK_1olRinGlxkGHawr6W_1-x2YoBcI50KxjUqe6O_3pNDukHR29Wd5-1iQO6VyxLRzlaSQ6/s1600-h/8+07+124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108775333752572530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOcZMM_jj1ODL1Krm5xFjI1FnD92veZL5kwyVOc7TDeKR0wW4m63WTLJ-4lCu-5PmdUGw7MK_1olRinGlxkGHawr6W_1-x2YoBcI50KxjUqe6O_3pNDukHR29Wd5-1iQO6VyxLRzlaSQ6/s320/8+07+124.jpg" border="0" /></a>Later, Ken and Barbie walked along the waterfront admiring the flowers. Well, Barbie liked the flowers.<br /><br />Ken kept looking for a good spot to fish! Barbie had to remind him you couldn't exactly FISH here. Plus fishing was cruel to the poor fishies of course!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbfn5mxz-qVtENZNhEp0Zt14BymTEcoZiSLphhmiEzozcIK2V_eNOcGnTBwuGomcTOLCAAa-K_-NBDvTIbbU7eU3acwk9YEudQBl75u6zsxKy9hXyDAxOYk4PFwYfrox3SXjX9ZHyWpuZ/s1600-h/8+07+108.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108779602950064850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbfn5mxz-qVtENZNhEp0Zt14BymTEcoZiSLphhmiEzozcIK2V_eNOcGnTBwuGomcTOLCAAa-K_-NBDvTIbbU7eU3acwk9YEudQBl75u6zsxKy9hXyDAxOYk4PFwYfrox3SXjX9ZHyWpuZ/s320/8+07+108.jpg" border="0" /></a>That evening, Ken took Barbie for a horse-drawn carriage ride.<br />Barbie loves horses and she thought the ride and the sunset were so romantic. Ken said it was chilly and he was allergic to horses and his nose was itchy. So much for that!! Ken is such a whiner sometimes!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jcGuGyyEwBbvmMjXM-vkQUiEVT7fRVbfJtdz64nzhqvjXi9mV04cKWDOvoZJu1siWdwtAXUAY8vmjpfSDHD_HsN_eKJ7nk0LmE0uEOcJqgonjzwm8FXw6fdfkwQrwz8zAIPr9zj7etnh/s1600-h/8+07+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108779598655097538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jcGuGyyEwBbvmMjXM-vkQUiEVT7fRVbfJtdz64nzhqvjXi9mV04cKWDOvoZJu1siWdwtAXUAY8vmjpfSDHD_HsN_eKJ7nk0LmE0uEOcJqgonjzwm8FXw6fdfkwQrwz8zAIPr9zj7etnh/s320/8+07+116.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie loved it, cause she got to feed the horse a treat after the ride. The horse's name was "Jack", just like Barbie's cat at home!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Ken said Be Careful! Horses were dangerous and could bite off her head! Barbie said not to fear, horses were vegetarian and vegetarians weren't all that dangerous.<br /><br />Stay tuned. More stuff tomorrow maybe.Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-1925708444553109662007-09-07T15:53:00.000-07:002007-09-07T17:24:52.547-07:00Barbie's Been on Vacation, Sorry!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOu0hq4WhBUseY_WHspScEkiDiEw9WfbbfmyF0fobpHl6Z3VusoMZlRSt2oej872wsvI-igAUH7WvKXNlbl5SXBhKFWD2FfDtVWg7a7tU9oR47eZKwjcZmYeJGZkDd71V7f9Y0UF2bVkY/s1600-h/1f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107614150689393234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOu0hq4WhBUseY_WHspScEkiDiEw9WfbbfmyF0fobpHl6Z3VusoMZlRSt2oej872wsvI-igAUH7WvKXNlbl5SXBhKFWD2FfDtVWg7a7tU9oR47eZKwjcZmYeJGZkDd71V7f9Y0UF2bVkY/s320/1f.jpg" border="0" /></a>Well, sorry about the long delay, but Barbie was on a little vacation, which we'll talk about in a minute. </div><br /><div></div><div>AND then Barbie had computer problems, and then...well... Barbie has another surprise happening really soon but you have to wait for that!<br /><br />First, let's talk about vacation.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCyY_N2rzHQbw-9-ygfWZnH5YH6MzlBaSVDj_hE6m4nfqWHi595nURsgRcG3OA7aSAdWy1J7nL0Fsz3XMfrnoPa02WylcNnt2K6PJBb94VuobNQdIpz4emV_2rleKYOKq6hA9tFgbCee4/s1600-h/0101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107619738441845346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="224" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCyY_N2rzHQbw-9-ygfWZnH5YH6MzlBaSVDj_hE6m4nfqWHi595nURsgRcG3OA7aSAdWy1J7nL0Fsz3XMfrnoPa02WylcNnt2K6PJBb94VuobNQdIpz4emV_2rleKYOKq6hA9tFgbCee4/s320/0101.jpg" width="202" border="0" /></a>OK, so a couple weeks ago, Barbie and Ken decided to go to Victoria BC, Canada for a week. </div><br /><div></div><div>To do this, they had to take a Washington State Ferry boat ride through the San Juan Islands to the town of Sidney, on Vancouver Island in Canada. Then drive to Victoria from there. </div><div> </div><div>Ken marked the ferry route in red so they wouldn't get lost. Barbie said Ferry-boats don't get lost. Ken wanted to be sure though.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheIi3jmBfSkvdQqHzSqJ1vHeH8IDx59UvombP5hagVpaU6M6hwcyc6comZmgoCuNSdWyd6652HBNW3-xYldypDQ6sI6RzyJP4BUKjdk2Q90_1Oows02e1Jo36v91kD0XxSuSnklasbhaK/s1600-h/1a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609254426675730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheIi3jmBfSkvdQqHzSqJ1vHeH8IDx59UvombP5hagVpaU6M6hwcyc6comZmgoCuNSdWyd6652HBNW3-xYldypDQ6sI6RzyJP4BUKjdk2Q90_1Oows02e1Jo36v91kD0XxSuSnklasbhaK/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barbie and Ken got to the Ferry dock about an hour early. They didn't want to miss the boat. </div><div> </div><div>They parked the Jeep in the line of cars. It was a car ferry where you drive on, but they had to wait a while for the ferry to get there.</div><br /><div>Barbie had packed veggie sandwiches and potato salad in the cooler, and they ate on the dock while the waited for the ferry. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvHXY7lIY_GxMRw6SXziwOLhoInSXOZ0xub7gYFfVz_ZmnAGYrzATUK_C_ILRvlHcNqL9nbjGnVFpN334JfmNKr0BqNt-zY5-yDAR1HD3eQKxnBkGdKUFVQPGgzi5OON1_tbXxQikjM28/s1600-h/1b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609254426675746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvHXY7lIY_GxMRw6SXziwOLhoInSXOZ0xub7gYFfVz_ZmnAGYrzATUK_C_ILRvlHcNqL9nbjGnVFpN334JfmNKr0BqNt-zY5-yDAR1HD3eQKxnBkGdKUFVQPGgzi5OON1_tbXxQikjM28/s320/1b.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ken said Barbie made the perfect size sandwich. Barbie knew better, Ken's eyes were always bigger than his stomach. </div><div> </div><div>She wasn't surprised when there was leftovers. </div><div> </div><div>While Ken was putting the leftovers away he accidently fell into the picnic cooler. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUb8pltEv8u4fB33fVScb7VSyxRqPZKf41OPSaEbIKSJf1uqannx36NE6q9bdtGF8gHKv-DmS_HgKKCzeL2A7tqWKxF1UFO4xx_UR8zP0jPvKZTQG9_3r_inuNEkZvQD3K-axP6vz_cCT/s1600-h/1e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609263016610370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUb8pltEv8u4fB33fVScb7VSyxRqPZKf41OPSaEbIKSJf1uqannx36NE6q9bdtGF8gHKv-DmS_HgKKCzeL2A7tqWKxF1UFO4xx_UR8zP0jPvKZTQG9_3r_inuNEkZvQD3K-axP6vz_cCT/s320/1e.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quit goofing off Ken! </div><div> </div><div>Barbie wasn't amused. And she didn't want him squashing the leftovers either!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5h_JDeYL8Qd44-1v6YyXHXUlQcUBJjYsLikiyIYnT-LrdvYk7v6IpkU1mzGJEkW7FbU6DFA90800q1k7CNBaKw8jsMsb9gXi9Ekw6eb04jG5nqpJsZaNxZAWnJdfa2LDi5ofH-I34uDY/s1600-h/1c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609258721643058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5h_JDeYL8Qd44-1v6YyXHXUlQcUBJjYsLikiyIYnT-LrdvYk7v6IpkU1mzGJEkW7FbU6DFA90800q1k7CNBaKw8jsMsb9gXi9Ekw6eb04jG5nqpJsZaNxZAWnJdfa2LDi5ofH-I34uDY/s320/1c.jpg" border="0" /></a>Later on, Ken and Barbie boarded the ferry and spent the afternoon looking out the window and enjoying the view. It was beautiful weather!</div><div> </div><div>It was almost sunset when they got to Canada so they just drove straight to their hotel and they were too tired to take any more pictures...</div><div> </div><div>Stay tuned for more tomorrow!</div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-82470914733727221102007-08-12T12:47:00.000-07:002007-08-12T14:13:18.937-07:00Barbie and Ken go to the Dog Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hsd45_jFPSV8BmX3jNXLKmoJwV6Nrls1vWWQ8VGkEybDMylOYYUsTSIuqgTZ0lNyNxAFV9oOzb61hyUzb2ZcPJPhmHF7u9SIH5EfSGvtIMP9j91sNISeCBXAOhAUTYOq1kfAw8RXwNDs/s1600-h/0b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097920754053043986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hsd45_jFPSV8BmX3jNXLKmoJwV6Nrls1vWWQ8VGkEybDMylOYYUsTSIuqgTZ0lNyNxAFV9oOzb61hyUzb2ZcPJPhmHF7u9SIH5EfSGvtIMP9j91sNISeCBXAOhAUTYOq1kfAw8RXwNDs/s320/0b.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today Barbie and Ken went to the Dog Park with their dog <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BR7rJNZ3ICWMoUIgOhJNxjZbHNi3Tu3uIF_Um4fcxBFPPXBADBrqt-K8aNJacXNFiBM_kZ-F7aPc_n5naDol4rRsC5EdbQEh4ZzZOtotrkDT9ki4sV34MiRY6YymhLWoI1vaELyooXv1/s1600-h/0c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097915853495359218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BR7rJNZ3ICWMoUIgOhJNxjZbHNi3Tu3uIF_Um4fcxBFPPXBADBrqt-K8aNJacXNFiBM_kZ-F7aPc_n5naDol4rRsC5EdbQEh4ZzZOtotrkDT9ki4sV34MiRY6YymhLWoI1vaELyooXv1/s320/0c.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wilson.<br /><br />They read the rules carefully to Wilson.<br /><br /><div><div><div>Barbie was a little worried about how <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0V38lpDz8no4iqlRxjkQd4VOrg3LzS5KvCs-DR-1Vur2xXCcediI558Oqd8lwnpHfN3SQd70qKjsJu_4hnHjl6BsYipefHDjNYgpEphfM-QmMrsPIq9qr1vRWXkrsqacc5qS7YOU-Mjs/s1600-h/0d.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097917494172866306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0V38lpDz8no4iqlRxjkQd4VOrg3LzS5KvCs-DR-1Vur2xXCcediI558Oqd8lwnpHfN3SQd70qKjsJu_4hnHjl6BsYipefHDjNYgpEphfM-QmMrsPIq9qr1vRWXkrsqacc5qS7YOU-Mjs/s320/0d.JPG" border="0" /></a>BIG some of the dogs were. </div><br /><div></div><div>It was a nice park with shady trees, grass and dirt and bark-chips and even a "fire-hydrant" water fountain for the dogs...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFS8Xv6piP-MEziizX_glWhJzNCHzvv77V6rAkrlBpDOL73_yN4e1o77eHy4l6rgu61MxXS8PyytEVxXyktlKxT9GtD_cxd3vJWNJXN-VIC6aT8Q6dBW47SveRHCN2yXBPV0tPoB_Qkzi/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905678717834882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFS8Xv6piP-MEziizX_glWhJzNCHzvv77V6rAkrlBpDOL73_yN4e1o77eHy4l6rgu61MxXS8PyytEVxXyktlKxT9GtD_cxd3vJWNJXN-VIC6aT8Q6dBW47SveRHCN2yXBPV0tPoB_Qkzi/s320/DSC03137.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Since the park was an "off-leash" park, Barbie and Ken sat on a bench in the shade and watched the dogs run and play. </div><div></div><div>A nice old dog named Abby came and sat beside them.</div><br /><div></div><div>Wilson was faster than all the other big dogs! It was fun to see him run so fast.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGO1Gv21sVbOOLA0l_gCEpfmE8lCH7NDqN-0XhnbLnHvwskqTD0ZeY682zxg9J8Ewe7If_buhugXH6A86QVCkUn9Haqt34nC73KFjUBMbYyyNRwtNc8tv0usZF4MSiDEfn4lkGAi_Ikak/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905657242998370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGO1Gv21sVbOOLA0l_gCEpfmE8lCH7NDqN-0XhnbLnHvwskqTD0ZeY682zxg9J8Ewe7If_buhugXH6A86QVCkUn9Haqt34nC73KFjUBMbYyyNRwtNc8tv0usZF4MSiDEfn4lkGAi_Ikak/s320/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>But then Wilson did his doggy "business" and Ken gallantly offered to clean it up. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He had a little difficulty getting the clean-up bags out of the dispenser however, and almost hung himself! Typical guy, he neglected to read the directions. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zpkOz0svxoUXR_WMzXw_AyAlkj26cvikiqKL2WrxiF8TViMk_hwY50gYyem4iphyphenhyphenyGW3NbGCM-lz1AX35vowLvW34kr-MuYZKWiDanxERsw6xMd9HrtZm-9x5-YXq382wzuLoY9mbq9M/s1600-h/0a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097912804068579042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zpkOz0svxoUXR_WMzXw_AyAlkj26cvikiqKL2WrxiF8TViMk_hwY50gYyem4iphyphenhyphenyGW3NbGCM-lz1AX35vowLvW34kr-MuYZKWiDanxERsw6xMd9HrtZm-9x5-YXq382wzuLoY9mbq9M/s320/0a.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>When Ken was done cleaning up the poo, he threw a giant foam ball for the dogs. It was difficult for him to throw it very far, since it was such a huge ball, but the dogs didn't seem to mind.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Unfortunately, one dog thought that Ken was just another plastic chew toy and chewed on Ken's head instead!!</div><div> </div><div>Poor Ken. Barbie reminded Ken that rule #8 said "Use the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5R-bhLl1rP2ITz50M-VoFdlejmHcG0ycgEkZuw4LUZoxrVoWYhK42XRkedWH2LKJgozUq8rgVMQOz2rX2G6rNCTrX4RnN6IGT2-a4mXUz5yYd95CmP01T_NW8DvhOCuilBDGOf9y-TOgG/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097906670855280306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5R-bhLl1rP2ITz50M-VoFdlejmHcG0ycgEkZuw4LUZoxrVoWYhK42XRkedWH2LKJgozUq8rgVMQOz2rX2G6rNCTrX4RnN6IGT2-a4mXUz5yYd95CmP01T_NW8DvhOCuilBDGOf9y-TOgG/s320/DSC03140.JPG" border="0" /></a>park at your own risk." Be careful Ken.</div><br /><div></div><div>Fortunately, Ken doesn't have much inside his head, it bounced back into shape just fine. </div><div>His hairstyle was a little smushed though. He said it didn't even hurt! Barbie thought he was just acting tough...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheVqtS_MovZMPwgn27ye7aSIT7xtBQoO4FjG_mXUrwssD1Kmfsd6_8BYu_7vb3_5Z3RV7GWS3rhSu8VURAKIv9jr7PB7BGCjBD_PcmxMjDLMS20z_LGVRignJFDgVq_eoa-3kw3nbi09Q/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097906679445214914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheVqtS_MovZMPwgn27ye7aSIT7xtBQoO4FjG_mXUrwssD1Kmfsd6_8BYu_7vb3_5Z3RV7GWS3rhSu8VURAKIv9jr7PB7BGCjBD_PcmxMjDLMS20z_LGVRignJFDgVq_eoa-3kw3nbi09Q/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When it was time to leave they got Wilson some more water; Barbie told Ken he really should wash the dog slobber out of his hair because it was making his hair stick up. </div><div></div><div>Ken told Barbie his hair looked like that regardless of what he did. Barbie gave up trying to give Ken hairstyle advice.</div></div></div>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-2695985253645736112007-08-07T15:50:00.000-07:002007-08-07T17:08:50.040-07:00Ken and Barbie Go to a Car Show<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboO8mYEIfa-DoebkOee17JKxADOLY9HNPxNOiadxAsw-YU77vcIlmEse2VRGvmosaVVeWU7wQ54XTpHgNVfNvsPDW0hUSM5P4lyyJvf8_51v32u-25GzktjU_r5vKHwPPov4ZyL8_d1_Y/s1600-h/01+ac.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096098047242032658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboO8mYEIfa-DoebkOee17JKxADOLY9HNPxNOiadxAsw-YU77vcIlmEse2VRGvmosaVVeWU7wQ54XTpHgNVfNvsPDW0hUSM5P4lyyJvf8_51v32u-25GzktjU_r5vKHwPPov4ZyL8_d1_Y/s320/01+ac.jpg" border="0" /></a> Barbie saw her name in the paper today!<br /><br />She read a movie review about the new <a href="http://www.thebratzfilm.com/">"Bratz" movie</a>, . It was saying that the Bratz tried to copy Barbie. Well, Barbie <em>KNEW</em> that.<br /><br />The review said the Bratz were stupid and materialistic - and that at least Barbie was usually intelligent and had a career and a steady boyfriend and all.<br /><br />Barbie wasn't sure that was a flattering comparison - and she really didn't like calling anything "stupid" . But she didn't like the Bratz trying to be HER either. They were nothing alike. The nerve!<br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~</span></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8_PhEWCS2_EnSm05gbBBf1Jz_Dc0g9f4qWl8IapQLDTm4SivU9XZhz1cDD9cjzJF2OsaEmxmGIzYTHkiksQimytvU7QQlJ5QGqhiNhM3KsKDYLopdGnDyqJcsBCzYyyfStcZV9gcE8tT/s1600-h/01+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096098051536999970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8_PhEWCS2_EnSm05gbBBf1Jz_Dc0g9f4qWl8IapQLDTm4SivU9XZhz1cDD9cjzJF2OsaEmxmGIzYTHkiksQimytvU7QQlJ5QGqhiNhM3KsKDYLopdGnDyqJcsBCzYyyfStcZV9gcE8tT/s320/01+a.jpg" border="0" /></a>When she was reading the paper, Ken saw an ad for a Car Show.<br /><br />That sounded like fun, so they spent the afternoon there.<br /><br />The car show was really busy when they got there. Ken said he didn't know it was going to be a Monster Car Show.<br /><br />There were lots of people to talk to, and lots of really cool old cars. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qOHVHmGM4iAiaMIUJ0hhFvUKiqDOhKMJHoktbyWgosyzR2gXT5gxTl7TzXB2b3HZ-3s1Xr9N62rLNFs_HFdEpKNnNwk3hIylJZvv6GG2lTiU8LY2F7w_tN6cKg8alMFz6yW558s_SaOO/s1600-h/01+ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096098060126934578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qOHVHmGM4iAiaMIUJ0hhFvUKiqDOhKMJHoktbyWgosyzR2gXT5gxTl7TzXB2b3HZ-3s1Xr9N62rLNFs_HFdEpKNnNwk3hIylJZvv6GG2lTiU8LY2F7w_tN6cKg8alMFz6yW558s_SaOO/s320/01+ab.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Barbie and Ken had fun taking their pictures beside some of the cars...<br /><br />Ken liked looking at the really big engines.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfQ5NoCcqfeaccbAd0uQqGhV7NWVAlbpA3-RuW9yXTZIFqqqc5o-JO2vbHro0ahcL-d7dpKl1ArwIST7CpwhQgg0BRRhBuLL7UEsLrjk4fPX3d-3_kNQl2lY9HlSYMWnws8Qkux_yI_02/s1600-h/01+ad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096109858402096722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfQ5NoCcqfeaccbAd0uQqGhV7NWVAlbpA3-RuW9yXTZIFqqqc5o-JO2vbHro0ahcL-d7dpKl1ArwIST7CpwhQgg0BRRhBuLL7UEsLrjk4fPX3d-3_kNQl2lY9HlSYMWnws8Qkux_yI_02/s320/01+ad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Barbie liked the pretty colors, especially the pink 1959 Cadillac. Sadly, she couldn't get close enough to stand beside it for a picture.<br /><br />Ken was suprised how much Barbie knew about cars. Barbie didn't tell him she mostly just knows stuff about <strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;">PINK</span></em></strong> cars...<br /><br />Barbie was glad they came to the car show instead of the Bratz movie.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096098064421901890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxpSYO2p4x8osHWdpdiU8nu3fc2zMMT0n89SNJ3htG0i3tEUkldzI84nmdGT7lIiRohAJ5nKbK9KRId4zEGJoXEXmL5adajx9v2VAwRakOtM_Vh5sCHF2PLYIX9qKPRIPyQ4_JwCByNVE/s320/01+b.jpg" border="0" />The weather was beautiful and it was a nice way to spend a sunny afternoon - even if Ken whined a little about how much walking they had to do.<br /><br />Barbie let him rest his plastic muscles in the shade every now and then.Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-7787670801053501812007-08-06T15:09:00.000-07:002007-08-07T15:49:59.012-07:00Barbie Bakes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsUBL-BGIAVLn8PwVgQlJg7xlNRFdXpy1EWhfLOvwhS3K2JX7XYHn4js-_Aq_fNdBJ45jHi9yHbO1iMsJUd8fN12Ih-OsZ6aRsZbuWkrMavhZtjH50tbJJJi8VlqLXW2D3k9pRYpNL7lX/s1600-h/01+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096087279759021506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsUBL-BGIAVLn8PwVgQlJg7xlNRFdXpy1EWhfLOvwhS3K2JX7XYHn4js-_Aq_fNdBJ45jHi9yHbO1iMsJUd8fN12Ih-OsZ6aRsZbuWkrMavhZtjH50tbJJJi8VlqLXW2D3k9pRYpNL7lX/s320/01+a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">BARBIE BAKES CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!</span></strong></div><br /><br />Barbie was in the mood to make cookies today. Even though she's not vegan, she decided to it would be fun to try making a <a href="http://tofu-n-sproutz.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-ever-foolproof-vegan-chocolate.html">vegan chocolate chip cookie recipe</a> that she'd got from a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2O8AgyB9D2ASjKttKUi1J8-k8SDi7u1-vavAz6WWJtuEn6rRVVjRr9La_SPj2ColDti9FYviSV7pLKefRdkLoScwUF7OaPOmzuKTYsmsUd4MCwoMd0kw0HUhHoT87tnO_ft-CVXy8tsuy/s1600-h/01+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096087284053988818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2O8AgyB9D2ASjKttKUi1J8-k8SDi7u1-vavAz6WWJtuEn6rRVVjRr9La_SPj2ColDti9FYviSV7pLKefRdkLoScwUF7OaPOmzuKTYsmsUd4MCwoMd0kw0HUhHoT87tnO_ft-CVXy8tsuy/s320/01+b.jpg" border="0" /></a>friend.<br /><br /><br />She even found a brand of chocolate chips without any milk ingredients in them. She was excited.<br /><br />Ken was skeptical. He thought vegan cookies sounded way too healthy and not much fun at all. Barbie kicked him out of the kitchen.<br /><br />Barbie measured everything carefully.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUjGjEZL5qMV04bUhXyJYSVMLypLy5S-Gui25q0TruHcErBCOZgdkPC-nJ7IFiCzkHTmgCPLZf2Noqh3MqDgDOnMR-IQ4hooMTsCkj91haApKOp2G8oHNCCURwxRtc4NN2kvb6yf0fkNE/s1600-h/01+e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096087292643923458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUjGjEZL5qMV04bUhXyJYSVMLypLy5S-Gui25q0TruHcErBCOZgdkPC-nJ7IFiCzkHTmgCPLZf2Noqh3MqDgDOnMR-IQ4hooMTsCkj91haApKOp2G8oHNCCURwxRtc4NN2kvb6yf0fkNE/s320/01+e.jpg" border="0" /></a> She didn't want to fall in the mixing bowl.<br /><br />Some of the items were pretty large, she could <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlIhI0jhpRSf8-UslLchL496I1jB5yc7pELdghuee1sRC62OnHy4IicN49NcO6JIQ2bbRWh4_OqMGWRVP2tas3KPmXbfvTQKeyywpkPG4Jyvr7n6gabs2AcrSu1ec_NUni7Wm981J9OrZ/s1600-h/01+c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096087284053988834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlIhI0jhpRSf8-UslLchL496I1jB5yc7pELdghuee1sRC62OnHy4IicN49NcO6JIQ2bbRWh4_OqMGWRVP2tas3KPmXbfvTQKeyywpkPG4Jyvr7n6gabs2AcrSu1ec_NUni7Wm981J9OrZ/s320/01+c.jpg" border="0" /></a>have used Ken's help but he was off pouting, and playing video games.<br /><br />Taking the cookies out of the oven was tricky. Barbie almost melted her arm!<br /><br />They turned out perfect! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmVzopt9zdo0qOGlgpDtERDxMCDRefsZ3JjtFwAGzInRhN5nyjlXu7Ur5PfS4-Mb1Fqwt18uFJ27JQyNWC8oZSedfq8WR2XDFtnQ8ktrVqU5Dqvx2kuQByf6LlLAvUh1dOu96iiZXD57d/s1600-h/01+d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096087288348956146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmVzopt9zdo0qOGlgpDtERDxMCDRefsZ3JjtFwAGzInRhN5nyjlXu7Ur5PfS4-Mb1Fqwt18uFJ27JQyNWC8oZSedfq8WR2XDFtnQ8ktrVqU5Dqvx2kuQByf6LlLAvUh1dOu96iiZXD57d/s320/01+d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Barbie and Ken had cookies and (soy) milk for snack.<br /><br />Ken said the cookies were the best vegan cookies he'd ever had and he couldn't even taste the granola and twigs. <br /><br />Barbie pointed out that he had never HAD vegan cookies, and there was no granola or twigs in these cookies. Ken said they were still good.<br /><br />Barbie didn't tell him the cookies had flax seed.Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043894575792344595.post-53608401231537240092007-08-03T19:39:00.000-07:002007-08-03T20:10:26.759-07:00Barbie Goes to Taco Bell.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dszjL_PfkNveeOSQgSePiEzuGyyLJqFWHEJKg7XaVMHAbhVpAyR0-QaXcVOZc4ifwI969KyqUdiI6-8dsByVUwIf4evlzZ6MpkQrHIWggVwiE5Oxxe_0e-Veur6NUe8NTP8S_cvJLtsk/s1600-h/Taco+Bell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094673131712042402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dszjL_PfkNveeOSQgSePiEzuGyyLJqFWHEJKg7XaVMHAbhVpAyR0-QaXcVOZc4ifwI969KyqUdiI6-8dsByVUwIf4evlzZ6MpkQrHIWggVwiE5Oxxe_0e-Veur6NUe8NTP8S_cvJLtsk/s320/Taco+Bell.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ken has been wanting some junky fast-food lately, so this afternoon they were running late, so Barbie suggested they stop at Taco Bell.<br /><p><br />Ken was surprised. </p><p><br />He said he thought vegetarians couldn't eat fast food. </p><p>Barbie said even vegetarians eat junk food sometimes and usually you could find plenty of vegetarian stuff at Taco Bell. </p><p><br />She's heard the sour cream has gelatin in it though, so she doesn't order that.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGlGr5CuAYG-8d6RCAVYnCUCnHDzZW-5T3cbKk8QCo6kwehYnSJ_C2s05mSPgHYovHBcVswxTzDXuiZsQ6bI_jqNjZo72grm5RphrRrXahGO4ZM31I8eKvggntXtRpAdV3of5yp4YfKwa/s1600-h/Taco+Bell2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094673136007009714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGlGr5CuAYG-8d6RCAVYnCUCnHDzZW-5T3cbKk8QCo6kwehYnSJ_C2s05mSPgHYovHBcVswxTzDXuiZsQ6bI_jqNjZo72grm5RphrRrXahGO4ZM31I8eKvggntXtRpAdV3of5yp4YfKwa/s320/Taco+Bell2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Barbie ordered two bean burritos.<br />Ken ordered three huge meaty, cheesy things. And a gigantic soda. </p><p><br />Barbie said the soda was bigger than his head - she said he could SWIM in it!</p><p><br />Ken, of course, said she was exaggerating.</p>Olivia H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229279178097342863noreply@blogger.com8