tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57460002518686363082012-02-16T10:03:01.912-08:00hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-70536928075035396972010-06-22T09:05:00.000-07:002010-06-22T09:19:02.821-07:00<span style="color:#66ff99;">Last month (May) Something tragic occured..Buster died...</span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">He was my favorite dog my whole life, or should I say my only dog, but you get the point. I loved him so much.</span> <span style="color:#006600;">He slept with me...</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Snuggled with me...</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">Played with me...</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Chewed up my</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">barbies...</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Went on walks with me ( only if I had food)</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">You get the point I Loved Him</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ff33;">One quick story of what happened.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">On May 1st my dad woke me up and said he was taking Buster to the vet to see what was wrong with him. I had a feeling He was going to be put to sleep, but I didn't want to think that. My dad soon came home. He had Buster's collar , so I got excited for nothing. I looked it to my dad's eyes ( that had been crying) and I cryed. He was gone for good. I will never forget him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Buster</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">June 23rd 1998-May 1st 2010</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-7053692807503539697?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-1617726224085737542010-06-22T08:52:00.000-07:002010-06-22T09:04:39.116-07:00<span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This summer is going to be amazing. Even though I have nothing planned, I'm still going to have an awesome summer.I just barely ended elementary school, and am now going into middle school. I am super</span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">scared</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">for middle school.</span> What if I can't <span style="font-size:130%;">find my locker? What if I can't find my class? What if...What if...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">In August we're taking my sister to the MTC, but I think that is the only thing we are doing. Unless there is something else I don't know about. All I know is I'll have an amazing summer break!!!!!</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">There is an amazing summer coming my way!!!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-161772622408573754?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-73145732260455249532010-03-31T09:26:00.000-07:002010-03-31T09:39:40.590-07:00I am so excited for Easter. I get to go Easter egg hunting in the dark, go have a tea party, watch general conference with my mom's side of the family, get a homemade Easter dress, play with my cousins. I can't wait to go to St. George and play. I also love being on spring break. It is soooooooooo much fun, but of course summer break is better.<div>What are you doing for Easter? Are you going to play with your family? Or have a tea party?</div><div>Well, I hope you have a great Easter Sunday.</div><div>I'll put out Easter pictures after Easter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>I ALSO WANTED TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM AND EMILY TONKS!!!</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-7314573226045524953?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-66087975846546772772010-03-28T15:45:00.000-07:002010-03-28T15:59:01.097-07:00You know that my birthday was March 12th. I had a smashing birthday. Only one thing that I didn't like my sister wasn't there. Here is the story:<br />So my sister comes down Monday, March 8th, andwe we have a great time. My teacher in school is gone the entire week. My sister leaves on<strong> March 11th. </strong>So I'm sad. But on March 9th, we decide since Flip'n Out won't be open we should just have a sleep over. LATE NOTICE TO EVERYONE. At least everyone showed up. Then, on my birthday my mom subs my class. Great day because that week was Nevada Reading Week, and it's Hawwian day. Then I had a amazing birthday party.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-6608797584654677277?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-61949224986803397192010-02-03T16:31:00.001-08:002010-02-03T16:40:09.387-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/S2oV7eTXH1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/yk_5KFHJM_c/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/S2oV7eTXH1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/yk_5KFHJM_c/s200/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434180011866660690" /></a>Look very closely, you see.No braces. Ta-da. I'm magical. I know what your thinking.... She de bomb!!!<div>One more thing, if you ever want to see my pictures up close,JUST CLICK ON THEM!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-6194922498680339719?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-78889163686959218932010-01-29T22:09:00.000-08:002010-01-29T22:22:38.501-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/S2PQD7EtVUI/AAAAAAAAABw/HRIdJxOKDi4/s1600-h/amy%27s+pics+059.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432414341354575170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/S2PQD7EtVUI/AAAAAAAAABw/HRIdJxOKDi4/s200/amy%27s+pics+059.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#660000;">As you know everyone gets braces sooner or later in life. Some people don't get braces. Well, moving on...as you know I got braces in third grade on February 27. I have had braces everyday since then.Now it is time for MY lucky day on February 1st. I FINALLY get my braces off. I'm so happy... I'll send pictures of me after. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#660000;">Here is some before pictures...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-7888916368695921893?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-22359770426264125272010-01-21T21:28:00.000-08:002010-01-21T21:39:20.194-08:00Hey, sorry I haven't been writing so here is a new post...<div> My mom has been begging me to give away Sophie, but I tell her a simple NO because...</div><div>Well if I give her away I have to get a yorkie terrier. So I'm not giving away Sophie for awhile. If you're ever wondering why I still have Sophie, now you know. My mom is mad at me, but she is being mean. (not really)!!!!! I LOVE SOPHIE!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-2235977042626412527?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-8258553696645144142009-12-25T23:26:00.000-08:002009-12-25T23:39:17.205-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/SzW8-Saje5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QOF05k7R4JU/s1600-h/121.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/SzW8-Saje5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QOF05k7R4JU/s320/121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419445504891386770" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I know that you're thinking uurrhh...another picture, but I can't help it </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-825855369664514414?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-23786623788786668322009-12-25T23:19:00.000-08:002009-12-25T23:25:27.780-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/SzW56MI3EWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3VlP7FP0SjM/s1600-h/168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg34oDSKKQ/SzW56MI3EWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3VlP7FP0SjM/s320/168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419442135952200034" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-2378662378878666832?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-66592162937938692942009-12-25T22:58:00.000-08:002009-12-25T23:14:10.587-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Guess what... Emily (my bff) just moved to Salt Lake a couple months ago in October.</i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>My whole life is ruined because she left.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She was the only one I really played with at recess. The fun thing we do to play with each other is...</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>1.Talk on the phone</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>2.play on webkinz together...(we really actually never done that)</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I WISH SHE'D COME BACK AND LIVE HERE AGAIN...I MEAN HAVE YOU EVER HAD A BFF AND THEN SHE MOVES? REALLY?</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#CC33CC;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(ANY FRIENDS READING RIGHT NOW </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">YOU GUYS MY HOME SKILLA BISKUT TO...DON'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">T BE SAD)</span></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-6659216293793869294?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746000251868636308.post-82409406590519875462009-12-25T22:47:00.000-08:002009-12-25T22:57:42.441-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">This Christmas was the best because:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">1.I got a camera</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">2.It was Sophie's first Christmas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">3.Tons of money</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">4.I saw Emily in Salt Lake where she lives</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">5.Everything was great except...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">NO SNOW! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Did you have a great Christmas?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746000251868636308-8240940659051987546?l=haileygibson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hailey nicole gibsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08040695734801314942noreply@blogger.com3