<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:33:54.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Bella Ellen</title><subtitle type='html'>little dog...big ideas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-467811329818671359</id><published>2009-04-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:51:45.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This pic's gonna need some explaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SeDjy9Ye0pI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GSSSFHDKb4g/s1600-h/Bella+and+Becca"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505224162136722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SeDjy9Ye0pI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GSSSFHDKb4g/s320/Bella+and+Becca" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know if you guys knew this, but dogs have a special talent for knowing things about babies before they're born. Yep. It's true. So when I saw my chance to give Aunt Becca some info about baby Jax, I took it. Jax told me that he's gonna be a BIG BOY (which came true!) and that he's gonna have the most gigantic cheeks we've ever seen, right from day one (and yes...that one came true too). He told me that his dreams are to play linebacker for the sooners, and that he hopes to one day be a meteorologist so that he can break the cycle of breaking in on good shows like American Idol or The Office to tell us what's happening in Bug Tussle, Oklahoma. Fortunately, I got to hang out with Jax last night, and even though I'm not allowed to lick him like I do his big sister Emmy, we had a moment. A bonding moment. We're buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Life is looking up--the sun is shining today and I've been promised that the snow is gone for awhile. Mom's going to get me an Easter dress today, so I'll post some pics for you guys to drool over. Yea...I'm that cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off to take a little nap...and dream of big dobermans. OOPS...I mean. Um. Christian dobermans. that's what I meant to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-467811329818671359?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/467811329818671359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=467811329818671359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/467811329818671359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/467811329818671359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-pics-gonna-need-some-explaining.html' title='This pic&apos;s gonna need some explaining'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SeDjy9Ye0pI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GSSSFHDKb4g/s72-c/Bella+and+Becca' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-4962544402770824129</id><published>2009-03-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:49:24.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/Sc07IAKQfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QIUk530Quts/s1600-h/100_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317971743662439858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/Sc07IAKQfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QIUk530Quts/s320/100_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;what does this picture tell you? IT'S TOO FRICKIN COLD!!!!! Starting to get a little distrustful of my mom, who told me that warmer times, longer walks, trips to the dog park, outings to outdoor concerts were on their way. But now, it looks like we're getting some snow tomorrow, which means I'm gonna have to do my bizness in the house. Take that mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And just in case you didn't see me in my halloween costume...here ya go. Someday, my prince will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317972172918397698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/Sc07g_Q2mwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e7EuRzHbZbM/s320/100_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-4962544402770824129?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/4962544402770824129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=4962544402770824129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4962544402770824129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4962544402770824129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummm.html' title='ummm...'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/Sc07IAKQfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QIUk530Quts/s72-c/100_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-8328642519950700277</id><published>2009-03-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:08:51.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheesh...my mom is LAME! I've been telling her all kinds of good stories and life lessons learned and she hasn't been adding them to my blog for me! We just made an agreement, and there will be more Bella wisdom coming on a more regular basis from now on. After all...I think everyone could stand some wise words from a chihuahua. We see the world unlike any other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-8328642519950700277?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/8328642519950700277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=8328642519950700277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/8328642519950700277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/8328642519950700277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time, no blog'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-2991275716419406298</id><published>2008-09-11T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:59:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;would YOU want to squat down and potty in the rain, in the mud, with no toilet paper? that's what I thought. So give me a break mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-2991275716419406298?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/2991275716419406298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=2991275716419406298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/2991275716419406298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/2991275716419406298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-just-say.html' title='can i just say'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-3529490476116957698</id><published>2008-07-30T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:11:06.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Bella, and I'm an alcoholic</title><content type='html'>Well, it was bound to happen. I had my first taste of sangria last night (much to my mom's dismay) and spent the rest of the evening trying to sneak a drink. We were next door hanging out with Roxie, May May and Sparky (and their moms). Margie put her drink down to go get bug spray, and I snuck over to get as much of the sweet nectar as I could before anyone saw me. I got in trouble, but it was delicious. I need to hang out with Margie more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-3529490476116957698?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/3529490476116957698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=3529490476116957698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3529490476116957698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3529490476116957698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-my-name-is-bella-and-im-alcoholic.html' title='Hello, my name is Bella, and I&apos;m an alcoholic'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-4866862719256862318</id><published>2008-07-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:30:11.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyDbxrH1LI/AAAAAAAAADY/z9ANefNWbIc/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227697780684215474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyDbxrH1LI/AAAAAAAAADY/z9ANefNWbIc/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;uh yep, that's right. I'm a big bad advanced class graduate from the esteemed college of petsmart. But it was not without some stress--I was a little off on some of the tasks and had to do them over, but it was just because I was so excited to see my trainer Amy. But the best news is that I passed, and I am now the coolest dog on my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyEEab-6aI/AAAAAAAAADg/30ZXNxu-5gw/s1600-h/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227698478821337506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyEEab-6aI/AAAAAAAAADg/30ZXNxu-5gw/s320/100_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Here's me and my friend Boo..his dad said he was fixed, but he always let me know he was still a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyFE0Gi4aI/AAAAAAAAADw/xV6D7EB6j5A/s1600-h/100_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699585222369698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyFE0Gi4aI/AAAAAAAAADw/xV6D7EB6j5A/s320/100_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Here's me and my girl Lotto, gossiping about boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyFcwA0UbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SDJ1dSKCVCw/s1600-h/100_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699996441465266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyFcwA0UbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SDJ1dSKCVCw/s320/100_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;And HERE is one of my new BFFs Gracie. We ate dinner at Gracie's house this weekend, and it was so nice to finally meet up with someone who really understands what it's like to be a chihuahua. Gracie is pure black except for a white front paw, and is just SO cute. We had fun, after a few minutes of fighting. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-4866862719256862318?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/4866862719256862318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=4866862719256862318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4866862719256862318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4866862719256862318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIyDbxrH1LI/AAAAAAAAADY/z9ANefNWbIc/s72-c/scan0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-6396779878662087370</id><published>2008-07-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:21:40.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger--My Mom, Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Bella decided to let me take control of the keyboard tonight and I thought I would share some very valuable lessons I learned this weekend at my 20-yr High School (GO ROUGHERS!) Reunion. I know...many of you thought I was only 26, but I am in fact old enough to be going to my 20 year reunion. So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;1) Set your expectations low. My main goal for the weekend was to SIMPLY walk away feeling like I looked better than ten people. That's it...I look better than ten people and I suddenly feel so much better about myself. Well, I'll just say that not only did I look better (wardrobe, hair, skin and nails counted) than ten people, but more like 30 people. Trust me...no matter who you are, you will always look better than at least ten people at your 20 year high school reunion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;2) Anti-aging cream. Use it. Abuse it. Drink it. Take the jar to bed with you and put it under your pillow. Just trust me on this. Go to the cosmetics counter, get some advice and cough up the dough. Good skin goes a long way...and can make you look better than ten people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;3) If you walk into a room and people think you're someone else, just go with it. They thought I was someone who was prettier, more popular and all-around more fun than I was in high school. They all seemed just a tad bit disappointed when I told the truth. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;4) Nothing feels better than knowing what you're going to wear days in advance. Now I will admit...I had some wardrobe demons try to mess me up 10 minutes before I left, but overall I felt pretty good about it. The shoes were amazing and the blouses were just 'flowy' enough to make one think there was actually a skinny person underneath there. Ha. Again, trust me on this. I actually just received an email from someone tonight who said I was HOT. Ok, well, it was from my friend Julianne, and she was saying it in a 'best girl friend' kind of way, but I'm just saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;5) The most important accessory...confidence. Wear it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;6) Most everyone will be happy to see you, especially if you're working the registration table and you're the first person they see. Even the girl who wanted to beat me up in Junior High was THRILLED to see me and gave me a huge hug. Reunions are overall pretty fun. Go to yours. You'll regret it if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;7) And the last thing I'll say is that at the end of it all, just pack it up and go home and get kisses...in whatever form they take. That special someone, your dog (BELLA!!!), 2 scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream, bubble bath, DVR'd episodes of Sex and the City...whatever makes you happy. Do it. You'll need a little pick-me-up after seeing your major crush all bald and chunky and selling women's shoes at JC Penneys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Here's a picture of my class on Friday night, Max's Garage in Muskogee. Those of you who know me won't be surprised one bit to find me front and center. :) And for those of you wondering about Bella's advanced class graduation, AKA Canine Good Citizen certification, AKA PhD in Dog Obedience, she barely passed and I will post pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226399615379018802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIfmwnDnlDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A6RUKHPHIEA/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-6396779878662087370?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/6396779878662087370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=6396779878662087370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/6396779878662087370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/6396779878662087370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/07/guest-blogger-my-mom-lisa.html' title='Guest Blogger--My Mom, Lisa'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SIfmwnDnlDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A6RUKHPHIEA/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-8869633697162588404</id><published>2008-07-07T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:57:01.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIYqQyZxYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pj9yUOzKV3Q/s1600-h/4th+of+july.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220262032415769986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIYqQyZxYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pj9yUOzKV3Q/s320/4th+of+july.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Hi everyone...I'm so sorry it's been such a long time since my last post. Mom and I have had a busy summer, and I've posted some pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH--and big news, my test for becoming "canine good citizen" certified is tonight so pray that I remember everything I'm supposed to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But first, I have to talk about my very first 4th of July as a member of the Roth/McMillan family. Mom and I went down to Muskogee for the evening, had hamburgers that Baba made (well, I didn't get one, but I did get to smell them and they looked delicious), and then went outside to watch the fireworks. Mom put out a blanket for me to lay down on, but I was too excited to lay down! She said that we might need to go inside if I got scared, but I'm a big girl and LOVED the fireworks! Even the 'homemade' loud ones that the neighbor kids set off didn't scare me. I thought it was fun, and I can't wait until we get to see them next year. (the picture is of me watching the fireworks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIZZzql-uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6YaXoANa3FA/s1600-h/4th+of+july+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220262849232108258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIZZzql-uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6YaXoANa3FA/s320/4th+of+july+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's Mimi and my cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And here's some pictures from this summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIaIko4-pI/AAAAAAAAACY/qFZdFpri8yk/s1600-h/100_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220263652652284562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIaIko4-pI/AAAAAAAAACY/qFZdFpri8yk/s320/100_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; My friends Kate and Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIbEwTPIbI/AAAAAAAAACo/GBUOeP1f9Ls/s1600-h/100_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220264686574838194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIbEwTPIbI/AAAAAAAAACo/GBUOeP1f9Ls/s320/100_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Silly Aunt Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIbxYpOC-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/N7QF-noDQ78/s1600-h/100_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220265453318704098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIbxYpOC-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/N7QF-noDQ78/s320/100_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Mimi came to spend the night with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIuTbVtzEI/AAAAAAAAADI/_6ISt6Ea51U/s1600-h/100_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285829367057474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIuTbVtzEI/AAAAAAAAADI/_6ISt6Ea51U/s320/100_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baba and his three grandchildren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIaswa6KEI/AAAAAAAAACg/F5Yekv0Qw2s/s1600-h/100_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220264274290157634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIaswa6KEI/AAAAAAAAACg/F5Yekv0Qw2s/s320/100_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me relaxing with Aunt Jennie after the LifeGroup girls have gone home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220265854522771666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIcIvPuSNI/AAAAAAAAADA/GpSMt7vVy4w/s320/100_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love sitting here and watching all the people and dogs walk by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-8869633697162588404?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/8869633697162588404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=8869633697162588404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/8869633697162588404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/8869633697162588404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks!'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SHIYqQyZxYI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pj9yUOzKV3Q/s72-c/4th+of+july.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-3028546063666829748</id><published>2008-05-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:24:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BASEBALL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxgADo7CqI/AAAAAAAAABI/YuR02dnIgqk/s1600-h/100_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200637223799294626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxgADo7CqI/AAAAAAAAABI/YuR02dnIgqk/s320/100_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never knew I would love baseball so much! Mom got me a t-shirt with my cousin Parker's number on it, and we traveled down to Muskogee to watch his game with mimi, baba, Becca, Emmy and Pam (Grammy). It was so fun...lots of good morsels to pick up on the ground, and lots of attention from all kinds of strangers! Here are a few more pics from the evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxhJzo7CrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bfdzgybwGGQ/s1600-h/100_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200638490814646962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxhJzo7CrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bfdzgybwGGQ/s320/100_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w cute am I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxhKjo7CtI/AAAAAAAAABg/IrKHxL2k8eo/s1600-h/100_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxhLDo7CuI/AAAAAAAAABo/l-Hd46U5AXE/s1600-h/100_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and my cool cousin Parkie...he's so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxiNjo7CvI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgt12bApYzU/s1600-h/100_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200639654750784242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxiNjo7CvI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgt12bApYzU/s320/100_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and my aunt becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxiiTo7CwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m6-C3EzrmDA/s1600-h/100_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200640011233069826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxiiTo7CwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m6-C3EzrmDA/s320/100_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Showing my teethies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxi3Do7CxI/AAAAAAAAACA/rdUL23_eP7U/s1600-h/100_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200640367715355410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxi3Do7CxI/AAAAAAAAACA/rdUL23_eP7U/s320/100_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-3028546063666829748?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/3028546063666829748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=3028546063666829748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3028546063666829748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3028546063666829748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-baseball.html' title='I LOVE BASEBALL!!!'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SCxgADo7CqI/AAAAAAAAABI/YuR02dnIgqk/s72-c/100_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-4937471436316737290</id><published>2008-05-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:42:33.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom didn't let me get a paw-dicure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_QLGkeV1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sv2rOmEzX3E/s1600-h/Bella+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197101384169576274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_QLGkeV1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sv2rOmEzX3E/s320/Bella+graduation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_PFGkeVzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bLd4w13o36I/s1600-h/Millie+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197100181578733362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_PFGkeVzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bLd4w13o36I/s320/Millie+graduation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I begged. Literally. But she said I can get a pawdicure only when I graduate from the Advanced class. Something about her having to wait until she was 10 to get her ears pierced, and that we don't always get what we want when we want it...I don't know what she was saying, I just was mad that I wasn't going to have hot pink nails for my graduation pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the good news is that I GRADUATED!!! It was so good to be back with my little friends. Especially Millie (whose real name is Mildred Rose...just another tidbit I found out tonight!) because her parents had tickets to the Daughtry concert 2 weeks ago and she didn't get to come to the last class. (my mom was SOOO jealous because she loves Chris Daughtry, whoever that is) We were so glad to see each other, (Millie is the other dog above, in the cap, isn't she cute?) and played with our other little friends in the class...Shiloh, Hook 'em and Molly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197104437891323746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_S82keV2I/AAAAAAAAABA/FSgxU-DeGT0/s200/Bella+graduation+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AND--I learned some new tricks...wave bye bye, take a bow, play dead and crawl. I'm still working on them because they don't really make sense to me yet, but I DO have a mean 'bye bye' already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PS--Trainer Amy is engaged!!! I hope she needs a little black and white flower girl. :) Congratulations Amy--I'll miss seeing you these next few weeks, but looking forward to the Advanced class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-4937471436316737290?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/4937471436316737290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=4937471436316737290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4937471436316737290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/4937471436316737290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-didnt-let-me-get-paw-dicure.html' title='Mom didn&apos;t let me get a paw-dicure.'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SB_QLGkeV1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sv2rOmEzX3E/s72-c/Bella+graduation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-3851218373055825137</id><published>2008-04-29T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:27:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness in the Roth Household</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, sadness for me, anyway. Mom came home from lunch with Aunt Lacey to tell me that graduation was cancelled. Trainer Amy called very sick, so it's going to be NEXT week *whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So to make up for it, mom took me to LaFortune Park...oh my rawhide! It was amazing...so many new smells, so many new people. Mom said I acted like a woman who has walked into Sephora for the first time (Mom says to write that Sephora is a huge awesome makeup store where you can try stuff and get totally taken in while you shop for the perfect shade of red lipstick). I could NOT be bothered while I sniffed out the park, so mom's idea of working on our training went out the window. I did a few things, like sit and stay, come, but COME ON...those are easy. So I probably got in trouble, and I'm probably going to have to do more trips to the park until I start to *listen* to mom. Blah blah blah...parents just don't understand what life's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye everyone--there's a squeaky toy that has my name on it...and then it's off for my morning snooze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-3851218373055825137?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/3851218373055825137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=3851218373055825137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3851218373055825137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/3851218373055825137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadness-in-roth-household.html' title='Sadness in the Roth Household'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649274123201156585.post-1776771097900804656</id><published>2008-04-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:02:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!! WOOF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Hi everyone...I just thought it was high time I let you all in on what my life is like. I have LOTS to say, and finally, my brilliant thoughts will be made known! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is a big day...I am graduating from Intermediate School tonight! WOW...who knew just three months ago I would go from being Bella Bin Laden, to Bella Cum Laude. So exciting. I'll have my mom take some pictures tonight and post them so you can see all my friends in class. I LOVE going to school. My personal trainer's name is Amy, and she is the coolest thing ever. She said I was doing so well on my 'heeling'...my mom had tears in her eyes when she said that, not sure what that's all about. All I know is, I like staying close to mom when we're out and about, and she gives me a treat for staying close. Why would I NOT want to do that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I played with Roxie this morning, my all-time BFF. She's so fun...we run around and sniff and wrestle...all before 7:30 am. Then I come in, eat a little of my delicious food and go to sleep on the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll write more later...I'm nodding off....sleepy...dreaming of liver treats and peanut butter...mom is so cool...*snore*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649274123201156585-1776771097900804656?l=bellaellenroth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/feeds/1776771097900804656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3649274123201156585&amp;postID=1776771097900804656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/1776771097900804656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649274123201156585/posts/default/1776771097900804656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaellenroth.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-woof.html' title='HELLO!!! WOOF!'/><author><name>Bella Ellen Roth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09851583054227406996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzT01EDpjI8/SBXWB2keVxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Gs37B2T50Q/S220/100_0495.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
