<?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-4763187868483000603</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally Watty's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Inside the dramatic life of an imaginary friend</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-7650280683261549433</id><published>2009-02-23T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:45:16.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>And I quote, "Sally Watty was sick, and she went to a hotel, and they had doctors-they only have doctors at hotels, not outside, just in the hotel, and then the ladies made her bed, and her parents just leaved her with her brother and sister. The mom went at a church meeting. Sally Watty took a nap with her daddy, and when she waked up, the doctor gave her some medicine and she felt better. So they went home, she took another nap. She was a whole bunch of sick. She like took a whole bunch of candy, she only has candy that has a little bit of sugar in it, and got some of those things that you get in your mouth (cankers) and she had them all around in her mouth, and that's how she got sick. She told me about it, she has a book about it. And she has a Tinkerbell book and 5 Tinkerbell movies. And that's the story."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-7650280683261549433?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/7650280683261549433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=7650280683261549433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/7650280683261549433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/7650280683261549433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-182446299212895360</id><published>2009-01-22T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:18:08.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have felt the passing of Sally Watty's mom heavily, never fear, a miracle has occured! She has been resurrected! And not only that, she's pregnant to boot. I questioned and quizzed Abby about this and told her that people don't get resurrected that quickly, but trying to argue this abstract, spiritual concept with a four year old and her imagination is really futile. So let it be: miracles can happen in an imaginary world. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-182446299212895360?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/182446299212895360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=182446299212895360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/182446299212895360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/182446299212895360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2009/01/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-5483237785183626926</id><published>2009-01-08T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:16:48.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tragedy</title><content type='html'>It is with much sorrow, but not too much surprise to announce that over the holidays Sally Watty's mom worked herself to death by sewing too much. She just sewed and sewed until she was so tired, she went outside and laid down on the ground and died. And just to make sure she was dead, somebody told the police to stab her.  (I'm not making this stuff up.) Fortunately she still has a dad, but Abby will now be Sally Watty's mother.  But since Sally Watty's mom used to make Abby clean for hours on end, I don't think Abby will miss her much. So Sally Watty got to join us for a lot of the holiday festivities, which I'm sure kept her mind off her mother's awful departure from this life. But I gotta say, her mom seemed to always be ill or injured, so maybe it's better this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-5483237785183626926?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5483237785183626926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=5483237785183626926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5483237785183626926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5483237785183626926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2009/01/tragedy.html' title='A Tragedy'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-2689712299723262123</id><published>2008-11-05T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:51:03.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeons</title><content type='html'>When I asked Abby what she thought of Sally Watty not winning president, she said, "You know what Sally Watty likes? She likes pigeons. She only likes girl pigeons. President Monson just told her that." I'm afraid President Monson would not think kindly of our plots and plans to get rid of our pigeon problem. Sorry, but these are pure pests, not pets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-2689712299723262123?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/2689712299723262123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=2689712299723262123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/2689712299723262123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/2689712299723262123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2008/11/pigeons.html' title='Pigeons'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-5935667150694642462</id><published>2008-11-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:35:06.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALLY WATTY FOR PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>This morning as Nathan was leaving to go hang thousands of Prop 8 door hangers, Zach started talking about elections and who we were voting for, etc. and Abby chimed in with, "You know who I would vote for? Sally Watty!" We would expect nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-5935667150694642462?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5935667150694642462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=5935667150694642462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5935667150694642462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5935667150694642462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2008/11/sally-watty-for-president.html' title='SALLY WATTY FOR PRESIDENT'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-5212494933835515088</id><published>2008-10-30T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:27:39.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chully Lully</title><content type='html'>So, apparently Abby likes to rhyme. She's got a little bunny from Dad on a trip they went on, and she named it Chully Lully. It sounds like her and Sally Watty could be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-5212494933835515088?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/5212494933835515088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=5212494933835515088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5212494933835515088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/5212494933835515088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2008/10/chully-lully.html' title='Chully Lully'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-610059376716821835</id><published>2008-10-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:36:12.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30, 2008</title><content type='html'>According to Abby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sally Watty has the same everything as me. She like to copy me. I let her copy me. She has the same clothes, pajamas, dresser, everything. Her name is Sally Watty Grace Crum, just like me." And of course, Sally Watty is dressing up as Leia for Halloween with a white dress, silver shoes, and buns in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sally Watty's mom's friend got a knife and stabbed her mom in the tummy. She had to stay in the hosible (hospital) the whole entire day until she felt better. -Very mysterious. Grandpa Crum thinks maybe Sally Wally is from East L.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-610059376716821835?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/610059376716821835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=610059376716821835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/610059376716821835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/610059376716821835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-30-2008.html' title='October 30, 2008'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763187868483000603.post-1681085391139365829</id><published>2008-10-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:29:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Sally Watty?</title><content type='html'>So several months ago, Abby, who was then 3 1/2, started talking about her friend Sally Watty. Since she couldn't say her "r" sound very well, we weren't sure if it was Watty or Ratty, but we were pretty sure it was Watty. Well, it's not that unusual for little people to have imaginary friends, but Abby has taken Sally Watty to a whole new level! She doesn't really play with Sally Watty, but brings her up at random, and mostly to tell us of another horrible thing that has happened in Sally Watty's life. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the very beginning, Sally's mother was in the hospital, very ill with a mysterious disease, thus, Sally Watty had to live with her grandparents. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It turned out that her mom had blood in her head, very grave indeed, so it took months for Sally Watty's mom to get out of the hospital, but her dad stayed with her, so it was okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sally Watty has 4 houses, 5 brothers, and 6 sisters, thus needing the 4 houses! But, you won't belive what happened last week: one of her houses got on fire. "There was this mean man that started a fire in her house." Thank goodness she has 3 other houses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On vacation this summer, Abby had fallen asleep, and as soon as she woke up, very groggily she said, "Sally Watty's mom is okay."-like she had been dreaming of her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often when we're driving around and Abby sees a small girl about her age, she'll go, "Mom, mom! That was Sally Watty!" We drove past one of her houses last week: it's on Davis Rd here in Lodi, it's one of those HUGE houses on a vineyard, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're learning that perhaps Sally Watty is Abby's alter-ego. She can make up these dramatic things that happen to her and play out this bizarre scenario and everyone is captivated by it. She totally knows it's a fun game and doesn't get upset when we talk about it or tease her, it's all part of the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and there is a Sally Batty too. But he's a boy. And he's mean. "Soooo mean, that I don't even care that I can't talk to him at school."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763187868483000603-1681085391139365829?l=sallywatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/feeds/1681085391139365829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763187868483000603&amp;postID=1681085391139365829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/1681085391139365829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763187868483000603/posts/default/1681085391139365829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallywatty.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-is-sally-watty.html' title='Who Is Sally Watty?'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11810086209174451346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIV_yOgUfjU/SRRsmKEnGiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QPoc8rCT8Dc/S220/Cropped.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
