<?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-6749096664096409643</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:27:00.095-08:00</updated><category term='Grimm party'/><category term='untold grimm'/><category term='Star wars party'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Poptropica'/><category term='Spider-Dog'/><category term='song'/><category term='Humans are High in Fiber'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Elizabeth Swan'/><category term='Silvanna De Mari'/><category term='The Last Dragon'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='web games'/><category term='Keyboard cat'/><category term='Flash'/><category term='Art on the Street'/><category term='Iran Mousavi'/><category term='Hot dog'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Whistle stop cafe'/><category term='Theodosia and the Last Pharoh'/><category term='Stop Motion Animation'/><category term='video'/><category term='Pumpkin rolling'/><category term='Athena'/><category term='Les Mis'/><category term='Sticky Silverware'/><category term='Robin'/><category term='Wild Things'/><category term='Universal'/><category term='X-Men'/><category term='ferry elementery'/><category term='Greek Mythology'/><category term='Aisling'/><category term='Phoenix'/><category term='Script'/><category term='Laurie Keller'/><category term='Audrey'/><category term='Red Riding Hood'/><category term='title'/><category term='Kaya'/><category term='Adrien'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Godzilla'/><category term='camp'/><category term='Magnets'/><category term='Lockers'/><category term='Tubby Paws'/><category term='12 Angry Jurors'/><category term='Fried green tomatoes'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Food Drive'/><category term='The Secret of Kells'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='yard teachers'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Music Meister'/><title type='text'>Awesome Things</title><subtitle type='html'>Yzzy's description of life with the Golden's and the most awesome writing on the net!!!!!! Well, thats my opinion. It's hard to judge this type of thing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6197645336369159102</id><published>2012-01-26T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:23:46.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotoshop</title><content type='html'>I realize I'm posting videos ALL THE FREAKING TIME now, but I'll deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Adobe shows us the way models really make themselves flawless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34813864?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34813864"&gt;Fotoshop by Adobé&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jesserosten"&gt;Jesse Rosten&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this reminds me a bit of uglies. Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6197645336369159102?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6197645336369159102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-realize-im-posting-videos-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6197645336369159102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6197645336369159102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-realize-im-posting-videos-all.html' title='Fotoshop'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1382002168975074665</id><published>2012-01-25T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:27:00.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOPA is dead, MWA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Okay, SOPA isn't &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;, but I don't want to explain what actually happened. So it's dead. There, I said it, so it's true. In any case, the video I'm going to show you would not be legal if it passed. And &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;made it. So its awesome. You should totally watch it.&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c6hYdJn_rfs?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, no, I don't have the rights to the Uglies series, and I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; Scott Westerfeld. The music is by Dramatic Sin, and all the art was done by MOI (with the assistance of the Bamboo Board).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1382002168975074665?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1382002168975074665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/sopa-has-died-mwa-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1382002168975074665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1382002168975074665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/sopa-has-died-mwa-ha-ha.html' title='SOPA is dead, MWA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c6hYdJn_rfs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1372542892544688033</id><published>2012-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:52:11.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ImmorTall</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This is a computer game that's really more of a story than a game. Its about this alien who crashes into the midst of a human war, and he meets a human family. Its really, really short and sweet, and there's definitely a life lesson in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://pgstudios.org/games.php?g=2"&gt;Play Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&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/6749096664096409643-1372542892544688033?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1372542892544688033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/immortall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1372542892544688033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1372542892544688033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/immortall.html' title='ImmorTall'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2253542173637464276</id><published>2012-01-16T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:34:17.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Admit I'm Addicted To Youtube (But Can YOU?)</title><content type='html'>This is ANOTHER video. Yes, I may possibly be a little totally addicted to posting videos now. They say admitting your doing something wrong is the first step to changing, and I pretty much have to stop now or &amp;nbsp;I'll never do any more actual writing again. But to heck with that for now, I'm going to show you a video that while slightly creepy, shows you how awesome books are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SKVcQnyEIT8?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;See? Slightly (okay maybe totally) creepy, but books are awesome. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2253542173637464276?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2253542173637464276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-admit-im-addicted-to-youtube.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2253542173637464276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2253542173637464276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-admit-im-addicted-to-youtube.html' title='I Can Admit I&apos;m Addicted To Youtube (But Can YOU?)'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SKVcQnyEIT8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5697798283601415253</id><published>2012-01-07T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:35:34.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day After My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today i'm posting videos I watched on my birthday. I was going to post them yesterday, but I was sort of busy. So there's this guy who finds videos on youtube and turns them into music videos by inventing songs out of the things that the people say. It's pretty clever, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one featuring&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;adorable little kid who just learned how to ride a bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F2ZShmt19uQ?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Second one featuring someone who's doing a fake eHarmony video- about cats:&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sP4NMoJcFd4?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Omigosh its Nyon cat! Yay!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5697798283601415253?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5697798283601415253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-day-after-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5697798283601415253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5697798283601415253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-day-after-my-birthday.html' title='Happy Day After My Birthday!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F2ZShmt19uQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2934918019023344633</id><published>2012-01-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:46:07.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theodosia and the Last Pharoh'/><title type='text'>Theodosia and the Last Pharoh</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If you have not yet read the rest of the Theodosia series, they're pretty good. But I'm here to talk about the last book of the series, &lt;i&gt;Theodosia and the Last&amp;nbsp;Pharaoh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I like this book a lot because I am a HUGE fan of Egyptian mythology. And Greek mythology. And Norse mythology. And...... I think I'm gonna get back to the book now. Anyway, I also like it because its funny, clever, and gets you feeling for the characters. All really good books get you feeling for their characters. Harry Potter, Uglies, The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy, The Worst Day Ever, Lord of the Rings.... well, maybe not that last one. For me at least. I just got mad at Frodo for being so darn comfuzzling. And yes, comfuzzling is a word, I have declared it. Oh, and while I'm at it, I am also officially declaring "chillax" a word too. It was a word before, though some might say differently. And by &amp;nbsp;"some", I mean dad. And by "say differently", I mean totally claiming it should not be said under any circumstances because its not a word. And the rest was pretty much literal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'm starting to think this isn't much of a book review. Anyway, this book is about a young girl who has a long to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Property of Theodosia Thockmorton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My to-do list while I'm in Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Convince Mother I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;peculiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Unearth a family secret that quite possibly may explain my *ahem* peculiarness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Keep two extremely magical items away from a very powerful and very dangerous group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Give the two extremely magical items back to another very powerful and very dangerous group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Discover exactly what happened at my birth- besides that it was most&amp;nbsp;definitely peculiar, like everything else in my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Keep Gadji out of trouble- almost impossible. He follows me everywhere, and Ra knows I'm in trouble enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Make sure my cat, Isis, stays out of Mother's way. Or eats that monkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Help Mother dig up the temple of Tutankhamun without revealing how I discovered it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Talk to a man as peculiar as I am as a favor for the leader of the Society of Chosen Ones. Well, the London divison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Most importantly, keep the Serpents of Chaos from causing, well, chaos that would destroy the planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you want to see more on Theodosia, go to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.theodosiathrockmorton.com/"&gt;http://www.theodosiathrockmorton.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you want to read the whole series, the other books are, in order, &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos, Theodosia and the Staff of Osiris, &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Theodosia and the Eyes of Horus. &lt;/i&gt;All the&amp;nbsp;Theodosia&amp;nbsp;books are written by R. L. LaFevers.&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/6749096664096409643-2934918019023344633?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2934918019023344633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/theodosia-and-last-pharoh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2934918019023344633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2934918019023344633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/theodosia-and-last-pharoh.html' title='Theodosia and the Last Pharoh'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.61779143282346 -86.484375</georss:point><georss:box>36.67077943282346 -96.591797 48.56480343282346 -76.376953</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4008420495584864485</id><published>2012-01-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:47:23.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....and a happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Welcome to 2012! The new year seems a little wet, but other than that, no problems so far. The &amp;nbsp;year is welcoming those in west michigan in what soon may be a full fledged blizzard, and, more importantly, our nativity fell over. Not as "stable " as you might think. Wow. A pun. I must be getting desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;was awesome, with talking natural christmas trees and what-not. Very christmasy and all. But of course the main thing of all main things is that the Golden family watched all three of the&lt;i&gt; "Lord of the Rings" &lt;/i&gt;extended editions over christmas! If you saw it in the theatre you might be thinking: "Woah, dude, why watch those movies over &lt;i&gt;christmas&lt;/i&gt;?!!! They're totally intense man!" or if you aren't a surfer dude: "Why watch those movies over christmas? They're pretty intense!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As it happens, the director of the movies was all "If I want to do all the good stuff for the movies, it'll go to long, so I should just put the good stuff in the extended edition when it comes out!" And he did. So these versions not only have the intense, scary parts from the theatrical version, it also has funny parts, light hearted parts, and, best of all, more Legolas and Gimli! Woo-Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Happy Epiphany/my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4008420495584864485?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4008420495584864485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4008420495584864485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4008420495584864485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-happy-new-year.html' title='....and a happy new year!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8125405371384797464</id><published>2011-12-24T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:19:41.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white christmas..... and thats all I'm gonna do cause we STILL don't have any snow.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As I've said in my title, still no snow in Grand Haven. In fact, our grass is still a vibrant green and our Snap Dragon (a flower that &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;die in august) is still blooming. But, on the bright side, no snow means putting up our outside nativity in about 3 minutes. And I don't have to scrape snow off the car. And I don't have to deal with the awesomeness of watching "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" with snow falling outside..... *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anyway, Christmas blessings to all!!!!! (And to all a good night.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8125405371384797464?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8125405371384797464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8125405371384797464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8125405371384797464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas-and.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white christmas..... and thats all I&apos;m gonna do cause we STILL don&apos;t have any snow.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4985612167036073052</id><published>2011-12-19T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:06:40.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me christmas break or give me.... hmmm, not death, detention maybe?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Gee, thats a long title. Anyway, ITS WINTER BREAK!!!!!!!!!!! No more homework, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks..... not really, as I still have a teacher at my house, and there's totally going to books, as I always have books. It's a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In further news, my family is &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;getting the basement done after &lt;strike&gt;2&amp;nbsp;months&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;4&amp;nbsp;months&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;a year&lt;/strike&gt; 2 years of saying we were going to do it and then plowing into something else. It was painted last month, and tomorrow the flooring is getting done. This is exciting for my mum because she's wanted it done forever, for my dad cause my mum's wanted it done forever, and Xavi and I because we can have friends over and be downstairs, as its now going to be a second living room for us chilluns. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In even further news, PATH is also off, which means that PATH is off and I don't have to go for 2 whole weeks!!!! I love the holidays.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4985612167036073052?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4985612167036073052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-me-christmas-break-of-give-me-hmmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4985612167036073052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4985612167036073052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-me-christmas-break-of-give-me-hmmm.html' title='Give me christmas break or give me.... hmmm, not death, detention maybe?'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-967620523968163454</id><published>2011-12-09T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:24:49.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor goes to Narnia!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I know that nobody is going to be watching BBC America on christmas, but this might be on agian, who knows. Anyway, a Narnia-themed Doctor Who christmas special is going to be aired ON CHRISTMAS, and its called "&lt;i&gt;The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe"&lt;/i&gt;. So, way excited here. Loooove Dr. Who, its the best&amp;nbsp;television&amp;nbsp;show out there, and if you don't watch it you should start. Anyway, if your interested, the episode preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemablend.com/television/Doctor-Who-Christmas-Episode-Countdown-Include-Marathons-Specials-37382.html"&gt;http://www.cinemablend.com/television/Doctor-Who-Christmas-Episode-Countdown-Include-Marathons-Specials-37382.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-967620523968163454?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/967620523968163454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/doctor-goes-to-narnia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/967620523968163454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/967620523968163454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/doctor-goes-to-narnia.html' title='The Doctor goes to Narnia!!!!!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6837046457032506162</id><published>2011-12-07T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:32:39.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehuda Amichai</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;        This is a sad but very well written poem about a hebrew man who is fighting in a war. He doesn't care about whether he lives or dies anymore, but there's one thing he still wants: to take his final breath in his bed. I found this while working on a project for PATH, and it's really, really, good. And sorta heartbreaking, but mostly really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.2864244303200394" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I Want to Die in My Own Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;By Yehuda Amichai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;All night the army came up from Gilgal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;To get to the killing field, and that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I want to die in My own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I'm always the few and they are the many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I must answer. They can interrogate My head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I want to die in My own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The sun stood still in Gibeon. Forever so, it's willing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;to illuminate those waging battle and killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I may not see My wife when her blood is shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I want to die in My own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Samson, his strength in his long black hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My hair they sheared when they made me a hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Perforce, and taught me to charge ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I want to die in My own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I saw you could live and furnish with grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Even a lion's den, if you've no other place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I don't even mind to die alone, to be dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But I want to die in My own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;A Life of Poetry: 1948 - 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;, New York, HarperCollins, 1994, with thanks to the publisher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;           By the way, I thought I would mention that this is post 89. I was surprised I had so many posts; I always feel so guilty about not posting I had assumed I was at 50 something.    &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;          Given that this is my BLOG as well as where I put all that writing that it would be a shame to just get a grade slapped on it and leave it to rot, I think some note on my life is in order. I just auditioned for the school play with my friend Courtney (yes, the same Courtney who adopted the penguin at the bottom of the page), and I think we did well! So, congratulations to myself!!! &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/6749096664096409643-6837046457032506162?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6837046457032506162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-sad-but-very-well-written-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6837046457032506162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6837046457032506162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-sad-but-very-well-written-poem.html' title='Yehuda Amichai'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2485358926543972049</id><published>2011-12-03T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:08:53.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JH5v0uNLle8?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is one of my favorite songs now- enjoy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2485358926543972049?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2485358926543972049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/canadian-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2485358926543972049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2485358926543972049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/12/canadian-please.html' title='Canadian, Please'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JH5v0uNLle8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5190021061928822267</id><published>2011-11-23T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:04:19.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caspian says hi</title><content type='html'>Are you looking for a Narnian ship? Well, I found 3, and they're pretty wicked sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikatbag.com/2010/01/narnia-and-north.html"&gt;http://www.ikatbag.com/2010/01/narnia-and-north.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site has copyright, and so just to be safe this link is to a blog that doesn't belong to me, the post on that blog doesn't belong to me, and also neither does Narnia. Although that would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5190021061928822267?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5190021061928822267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/caspian-says-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5190021061928822267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5190021061928822267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/caspian-says-hi.html' title='Caspian says hi'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8135880335547662786</id><published>2011-11-17T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:18:54.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from a jumbled school district.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So, as you might have heard (but probably didn't), Grand Haven middle schools are changing. But not in a good way, in a horrible depressing way that has everyone either A: Angry, B: Distraught, or C: Doesn't care because school is school, and it really doesn't matter to them unless someone burns it to the ground and they don't have to go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Governor Snyder has decided that kindergardeners aren't important and he should cut their funding in half. So in a desperate stand to get their money back, the Grand Haven school board has come to the conclusion that kindergardeners need to go to school all day so they can keep their money.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now you may be wondering "So where are they going to put all the kindergardeners?". If you did, your smarter than I am, cause I didn't think about that at all when I heard this for the first time. I was more like "Poor kindergardeners. At least this isn't going to affect me.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The kindergardeners need more room now, so they're kicking the fifth graders out of elementary school. So the fifth graders will have to go to middle school unless they are going to learn whatever you learn in fifth grade on the street. But there isn't any room for them in the middle schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So the wonderfully clever school board decided to shove the fifth and sixth graders in the district into White Pines, and all the seventh and eighth graders in the district into Lakeshore. Now if you don't really consider this long, you might think "Well thats not so bad. After all, they'll be together in High School anyway, so what's the harm? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;PLENTY OF HARM!!!!!! High School is &lt;u&gt;High School&lt;/u&gt;. I wouldn't see most of these people in High School so It would be a lot less bothersome. But Lakeshore is so small that I would see every &amp;nbsp; single one of them. Every day. For the whole school year. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's not that there aren't any nice people at White Pines. There are lots of nice and awesome people at White Pines. But there are also rumors about violent fights that end up smashing trophy cases at White Pines, and while I'm guessing they aren't true, you hear a lot about how many fights there are over there. It is true that someone broke a window with their head at Lakeshore, I was there, but it was an accident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And I'll the White Pines kids aren't looking forward to going to Lakeshore either. Or maybe they are, because we have huge lockers and they have these tiny things you can barely even fit a textbook in. And we have non-smashed trophy cases! My friend Ashley has wanted to come to Lakeshore for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So I guess there are good things to this, like I'l be able to see my friends from Ferry again. But I will also have to deal with about 200 kids I don't know. Oh well, I'll live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;With you till I try to homeschool myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8135880335547662786?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8135880335547662786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/greetings-from-jumbled-school-district.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8135880335547662786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8135880335547662786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/greetings-from-jumbled-school-district.html' title='Greetings from a jumbled school district.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1930774781950529280</id><published>2011-11-02T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:26:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More PATH</title><content type='html'>This is my thing (I'm not sure whether its a report or an essay or what) on education in Palestine and Israel. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Education in Israel and Palestine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There are three types of schools in Palestine. Depressingly they are divided by gender. Boys’ schools, girls’ schools, and (could you possibly guess what's next?) boy/girl schools. In the Palestine schools basic education is like a mix of Elementary School and Middle School. Basic Ed. does Grades 1 to 10.  After that is grades Grades 11 and 12, which is like High School or Higher School or something like that. This education system is much more like ours than Israel because in Palestine kids jump from school to school as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Schools in Israel are more like boarding schools. They are divided into four different types: state, state-religious, Independent schools, and Arab. There are also private schools that teach only what parents want their kids to teach or are based on a school from a different country. Most of Israeli children attend state schools. State-religious schools mostly have kids from the Orthodox group and have more Jewish studies and programs and talk a lot about tradition and what-not. The Independant schools focus almost completely on Torah study and offer basically nothing on math, science, and all that other stuff they teach at normal schools. Schools in the Arab group teach in Arabic (surprise, surprise) and teach about Arabic history and culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1930774781950529280?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1930774781950529280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/sob_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1930774781950529280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1930774781950529280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/sob_02.html' title='Even More PATH'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1841441325961375954</id><published>2011-11-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:20:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="background-color: white; 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margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5FWkLeAVIM/TrBkfFXHRDI/AAAAAAAACUk/d0H7N15B090/s1600/McNallyEnd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: #b4445c; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5FWkLeAVIM/TrBkfFXHRDI/AAAAAAAACUk/d0H7N15B090/s400/McNallyEnd.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The family cottage was brought down.&lt;br /&gt;11-1-11&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I said about liking that date last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/6749096664096409643-1841441325961375954?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1841441325961375954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/sob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1841441325961375954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1841441325961375954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/sob.html' title='*Sob*'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5FWkLeAVIM/TrBkfFXHRDI/AAAAAAAACUk/d0H7N15B090/s72-c/McNallyEnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5590626386463276377</id><published>2011-11-02T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:37:02.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PATH thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.9606485452968627" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 288pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Ysabela Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 288pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Comp and Lit 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 288pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;11-1-11 ( you gotta love that date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.09467676165513694" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“The people are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“They are very diverse, aren’t they? But please lets all talk quieter now, okay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;When I was five years old, I went to Chicago for the first time. It was also the first time I had ever been in a big city. When my family had first drove into downtown Chicago, I loved it instantly. Lots of people, tall buildings, and tons of noise- It was just perfect for me. My brother didn’t like it as much, which of course just added to its appeal. I happily peered out of the backseat window of the car, glued to the sights and sounds of the “windy city”. When we got to our hotel, it was just as amazing as the rest of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The next day we were going to the National Museum of Mexican Art in Pilsen, and I was really looking forward to it. But I was looking forward to the ride even more than the destination. We were going on the “El”, the elevated track that runs around Chicago. I had never been on a train or a subway before, and I was really hyped up for the ride. And I wasn’t disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;First of all, the ride was really sweet. I loved how the train bumped and rattled around, making me feel like I was on a roller coaster. My parents wanted me to sit down, but standing up and holding on to the strap was a lot more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Second, I was fascinated by the other passengers. There was so much diversity! At my school in Grand Haven, most everyone looked the same. And my school had a huge variety of students compared to some of the other schools in the area. So it was a shocker when I saw this, I thought absolutely anyone could come on that elevated train thingy and they would fit right in. Which is pretty cool, when you think about it. I was completely amazed by all the people, how diverse they were, and how they were all standing together on a train thing anyway. I was so amazed I actually commented on how different they all were, so of course my mom had to describe what I was seeing before I started talking loud enough for someone to hear me and get offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;After this moment in my life I never saw Grand Haven the same way again. Partly because of the obvious reasons, like “Wow! a place like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; is actually connected by lake to my hometown!” &amp;nbsp;But mostly because it was startling to come back to what used to be my whole world, and find it simply wasn’t anymore. I had traveled before, but somehow this experience on the El changed me like nothing else had. I started to understand words adults used that I had never gotten before. I mean I would ask one of my teachers what “racism” or something meant and they might try to explain, but It would never make any sense because I just didn’t have any experience with that type of thing. But then I got back and I started to realize what people meant when they talked about people who were different then them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: -9pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;This is a significant part of my life because it changed how I look at life. It expanded how I see the world and showed me something that I had never seen before. A new culture, new ideas, and an appreciation for diversity. This is important to me because this was the first time my world-view changed. Hopefully this is just the beginning of my discovering the world.&lt;/span&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/6749096664096409643-5590626386463276377?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5590626386463276377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/path-thingy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5590626386463276377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5590626386463276377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/11/path-thingy.html' title='PATH thingy'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7226162534322731164</id><published>2011-10-24T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:11:04.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>posting for postings sake</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I forgot this blog existed. As bad as that &lt;i&gt;sounds&lt;/i&gt;, I assure you that&amp;nbsp;forgetting&amp;nbsp;things exist happens a lot here at the Golden house, so don't be offended or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Assuming that there is anyone out there to be offended. Comments, please! A convict wanted in like all 50 states could comment and I would be happy!!! Well, maybe not a convict, but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It has struck me that the only reason I'm posting is PATH and/or my dad. So here I am, doing a post cause I wanted to let every single one of you non-existent readers know that I'm not just making you read what I write. And If your bored of my writing, well, comment and tell me to stop posting it. Or you could just stop reading my blog, but I would advise you to NOT do that, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In case you are bored (You probably are, I'm boring myself right now), here are the top 10 TV shows that are currently on air. Good TV shows that are no longer on air are: Buffy, Firefly, and Joan of Arcadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Babysitters a Vampire- All ages, a little cheesy (make that a LOT cheesy), but hilarious. Actually pretty good for another Disney show about kids in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Luck Charlie- All ages, family sitcom thingy, pretty funny, plus one adorable kid. Very Disney, but it's a heck of a lot better than Hannah Montana ever was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glee- Don't watch this unless your parents have seen it and tell you its okay. But otherwise good music and the most evil coach ever- Sue. If you do watch this, don't worry, I'm pretty sure high school isn't this bad. Pretty sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phineas and Ferb- All ages, and totally funny! AND it's a non-violent/vulgar cartoon. Don't get many of those these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brave and the Bold- All ages. Xavier made me put this one on here, and it is&amp;nbsp;funny, but I'm ticked at it because Xavier forced me to put it here, so I'm not in the mood to write it a good review right now. Thanks a lot bro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young Justice- Not all ages, it's a little violent. It's sorta geeky (but half of my family are proud geeks, and so I don't object to that) but what the heck, it's funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once Upon a Time- I'm thinking above 10 years old, and its pretty cool. Sisters Grimm/Memento feeling. No, I haven't watched Memento, but I will. Soon. I hope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merlin- Not all ages due to a bunch of horrific deaths happening to people, but otherwise it's a very funny Arthurian legend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang Theory- Umm, lets just say it's for an older audience. Definitely ask your parents before you watch this. There are some episodes even I'm not allowed to watch. After all, it is about college. But really, really, really funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctor Who-&amp;nbsp;Definitely, totally, and&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;the best show on air. Sooooooo funny. This show is actually produced in the U.K., but all that means is everyone has awesome accents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.8953803617041558" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-7226162534322731164?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7226162534322731164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/noodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7226162534322731164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7226162534322731164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/noodles.html' title='posting for postings sake'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-525085753223432150</id><published>2011-10-15T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:01:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, Kitty Kitty.....</title><content type='html'>I found this really awesome black cat thats as cute as heck......... And the size of a bus!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call it George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFV1Z6t1Ebc/Tpn0azHRxRI/AAAAAAAACMg/P_vzf0U_hHQ/s1600/Yblog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFV1Z6t1Ebc/Tpn0azHRxRI/AAAAAAAACMg/P_vzf0U_hHQ/s320/Yblog3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dia1Vh64SB4/Tpn0StyczpI/AAAAAAAACMQ/FfWh_rJpqc4/s1600/Yblog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dia1Vh64SB4/Tpn0StyczpI/AAAAAAAACMQ/FfWh_rJpqc4/s320/Yblog2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the owner. He was a little creepy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHz0ziWnu4/Tpn0bcJhXGI/AAAAAAAACMo/69R98v4PDSI/s1600/Yblog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHz0ziWnu4/Tpn0bcJhXGI/AAAAAAAACMo/69R98v4PDSI/s320/Yblog1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-525085753223432150?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/525085753223432150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-kitty-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/525085753223432150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/525085753223432150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here, Kitty Kitty.....'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFV1Z6t1Ebc/Tpn0azHRxRI/AAAAAAAACMg/P_vzf0U_hHQ/s72-c/Yblog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7637642221139535725</id><published>2011-10-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:13:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More PATH....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Before I get started, I'd like to request comments. I know it's taking time out of your lives, but it would be great if I could at least pretend lots of people read my blog. I know like 5 people do, but at least let me fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And now, our feature presentation. We are proud to continue without&amp;nbsp;advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.6366073926910758" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Noodles from Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;And just what was my problem today? Baby (my nickname for my four year old brother Gordon) was hungry and I didn’t have any food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Carefully I got up from under the tree I had been sleeping under, rubbing my aching back, which was sore from lying in the snow all night. Doubtful, I glanced around Central Park: no food here, unless I wanted to share some acorns with the squirrels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eventually I quietly pulled my ragged blanket back over my brother, who, exhausted from last night, was falling back asleep, and I started walking toward the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Food would be nice, I thought. Gordon and I barely ate anything normally, and yesterday we didn’t eat anything. How much was it to ask for at least one meal a day, huh? I was starved, and so was Gordon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Just then, a huge man in a black coat turned around the corner. Kane! Last guy I wanted to see at the moment, but thankfully he hadn’t seen me yet. Maybe I could run for it, I thought, but then I smelled something. Noodles! Obviously straight from Chinatown, they were close, they smelled fantastic, and would make a terrific meal for me and Gordon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Perfect, I thought, as Kane set a to-go container on the ledge next to him as he pulled out his phone, probably planning a heist. Quietly I stuck out a leg as he walked by, not seeing me until it was too late. “Run, Veronica, you @#$%* kid!!!” he screamed, his face red with rage and covered in snow from his fall. Streaking through the white covered streets back to the park, I snuck a peek behind me: nobody was following. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Thinking joyful thoughts for once, I got back to our tree where Gordon was covered up by the thin sheet. Under his blanket I saw his eyes widen as he smelled the delicious noodles, and he immediately shed his covering, leaping forward towards the wonderful aroma. “Veronica,” he starts, then gasps as I give him a handful of the buttery noodles, and he wastes no time in eating (he carefully takes a bite of it, then devours the rest like a rabid wolf). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;When he finishes, I shush him (he had started to talk) and set the precious container in the middle of the blanket and sit, gesturing for him to sit on the ground with me. &amp;nbsp;“X marks the spot.” I whisper softly into his ear, and grinning he practically inhales the last of his share of noodles and pulls out our “buried treasure”- a plastic water bottle filled to the top with water from the drinking fountain in Macy’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Yawning-I was really tired- I unscrewed the top, took a sip, &amp;nbsp;and handed it to Gordon while I started on my noodles. “Zzzzzzzz” I turn around smiling and whisper into his sleeping ear: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Merry Christmas, baby.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;             Try to notice something weird about this short story. Hint: has only 26 sentences...&lt;/span&gt;&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/6749096664096409643-7637642221139535725?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7637642221139535725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7637642221139535725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7637642221139535725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-path.html' title='More PATH....'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7830034054465106648</id><published>2011-10-12T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:16:57.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have not posted much on normal school. I'm about to fix that, so hold on to your hats for a second. I swear its maybe worth the millisecond wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I would like to say that there is almost no homework (YES!!), I have at least one of my friends in every class (YESS!!!), I have art class (YESSS!!!!!!!), and joy of all joys, I don't have gym class, so YEA!!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I also want to say that art class is nowhere near as creative as I was hoping it was going to be, Math class is boring, I'm not in algebra, choir is doing MULAN for our musical (everyones blond!!!! Hope you invested in wigs...plus the whole "this is the one movie you need lots of guys and we have like 15 guys in the entire Grand Haven choir".), &amp;nbsp;I have to skip school on thursdays (PATH is making me miss language arts, my one class with almost all of my friends!), I have to wake up at like 6:00, were having the MEAP this week, and I have to walk home with my brother. Though honestly he probobaly suffers from that more than I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ANYWAY, I am pretty tired of school already, which is very bad, because I have a lot of school year to go. Which pretty much stinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But, on the bright side, Halloweens coming!!!!! I'm being a vampire. NOT THE SPARKLY KIND, AN &lt;b&gt;ACTUAL&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;VAMPIRE!!!!!! &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A TWILIGHT VAMPIRE, OKAY???!!! &amp;nbsp;If one person says anything about the "Bella" from Twilight, I swear I'm gonna have a seizure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7830034054465106648?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7830034054465106648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7830034054465106648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7830034054465106648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/so.html' title='SO......'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2861205895437596103</id><published>2011-10-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:13:24.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATH project- enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.019284788519144058" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;TAP, TAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Something was tapping at Molly’s window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She yawned, shuffled out of bed, and went to see who it was. She looked down, but nobody was there. Maybe it was a bird, she thought. Like an owl or some other night hunter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly was hungry, so instead of going back to bed, she decided to make a sandwich. She pulled her teddy bear out from her sheets, and cuddled him. She peeked around the door, and saw a sleek black cat chasing a mouse down the hall. “About time you got to work Moggy!” She whispered. She took a few quit steps down the hallway to the kitchen, then stopped. “Wait a minute,” she thought, frowning. “Moggy is orange!” She looked back to where the cat had been, but it was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She tiptoed down the hall, even though she knew her dad wouldn’t wake up until noon on nights he went to his friend’s house. When she got to the kitchen, she carefully opened the cupboard and ducked. She looked up: no mice. She grabbed the peanut butter and put it on the weathered counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Opening the fridge, she poked around until she found jelly. It was peach. Why in the world would her dad buy peach jelly? He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;hated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;peach jelly! That made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; no sense at all. Shaking her head, she closed the fridge door, turned around, and got some wonder bread out of the bread box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;With everything on the counter, she got out a knife and started to spread the peanut butter on one of the slices. Then she carefully spread the jelly on the other slice. She looked up at her teddy bear, who was sitting on the bread box. Molly thought back to when her mother showed her how she made a PB+J for her school lunches. She had loved wondering what her mom had written on the note she always put in her paper sack lunch. Now she had to buy lunch at school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly grabbed her sandwich, a paper plate, and her teddy bear and walked out the door to sit on the steps outside her house. She started munching on her sandwich while looking out on the dark black street. Plastic bags, leaves, old newspapers and other junk blew down the street. If her dad knew Molly was out on the street at night he would have had a fit. Normally she wouldn’t even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; of being out on the street at night, but somehow it just seemed right at the moment. She heard a rustling to her left. “Hello little girl.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly gasped. Then, very slowly, she turned around. It was a shaggy, messy, hairy old man. She exhaled and untensed. She recognized him- he was the man who sat at the corner next to the grocery. She had no idea why anyone would want to live on the street, just that her dad always walked faster whenever they came to his corner. She always smiled at him, and he always smiled back. But she had never seen him away from his corner, and she certainly didn’t know what he was doing in her neighborhood. Also, why was he awake this late? She was fairly certain he wasn’t getting a sandwich. But she was pretty sure she was safe, and she smiled. “My name is Molly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Hello, Molly. May I ask just what you doing up so late at night?” he asked with a terribly rough voice that sounded like he had not drunk anything for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“I wasn’t tired. May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;ask just what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; are doing up so late at night?” She said stiffly. She didn’t like it when people asked her questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The corners of his mouth twitched in the beginning of a smile. “I wasn’t tired,” he replied, “and I’m going downtown. Would you like to come with me, Miss Molly?” He asked as he gestured down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Molly looked back at her house. Then she looked down the street. She looked back at her house. Then she turned to the man. “Yes. I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; like to go with you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He smiled warmly. “Come on then. We’d better hurry, or we’ll be late.” His grin faltered a little. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Why not?” Molly asked, curious. He didn’t respond, but turned from her and started walking down the street. She set her teddy bear down on the steps, patted its head, and went to take a bite of her sandwich.... which had disappeared. She frowned. She must have finished it during her conversation, but she couldn’t see her paper plate. She turned to look behind her, then froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Molly thought she saw something in the corner of her eye. It flickered, a bit like a candle flame. She turned around to get a better look, but it was gone. Molly stood there for a second, but then she felt something was watching her. Scared, she ran back up the street to catch up to the man, who was quickly and steadily walking up the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; It was dawn. The streetlamps were turning off, the sun was rising. Molly had never been this far from her house before. Even her school bus didn’t go out this far. And she was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;. She wished she were back in bed, but somehow she felt she simply couldn’t miss... well, whatever it was that the man was taking her to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“And here we are!” the man shouted, a huge smile playing itself against his rough, scruffy face. He pointed toward a very large empty looking building with tall smokestacks on top, which Molly guessed to be a factory. Just looking at it made Molly think of terrible emptiness. Her father had told her it was actually pretty scary how many factories were closing down nowadays. Molly believed him: the old building was really giving her the creeps. She squeezed her teddy bear for comfort, then paused, confused. Hadn’t she left her stuffed bear back at the house? Now Molly was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; scared: what was going on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“What is it that you needed to come here for?” Molly asked tentatively. The Man had started walking towards the big metal doors that were the front entrance to the factory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He paused at the door. “It’s... a gathering of a sort. For people like me. You’ll like them, I think. Don’t worry,” he said as he saw her open her mouth to speak. “ Nobody uses the building. Nobody cares if were here.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;That wasn’t at all what Molly was about to ask, but she just shrugged her shoulders and ran up to the door. She set her teddy bear down on the steps, and looked up at the Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Ladies first,” he said, bowing deeply and chuckling as he turned the doorknob, which was evidently unlocked as the door swung wide open. She thought that was a little odd, a door to a great big building like that being unlocked, but she was no expert on old abandoned factories, so she kept quiet and walked through the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Immediately the door slammed behind her, leaving her all alone in the cold and the smothering darkness of the horrible abandoned factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;After a few seconds of absolute terror, the lights flickered on, and Molly noticed two things. 1: She was standing at the beginning of a long stone hallway that ended in a “T”. 2: She was holding her teddy bear again. Molly was so scared she would have thrown it down the hall, but she thought it would just come back, and she would probably have a heart attack if it came back again And, you know, it was her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;. You just can’t throw those guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly turned around to try to open the door, but it had no doorknob or latch or anything. Who would make a door that was impossible to open from the inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She waited for a few minutes for the man. After all, Molly thought, he didn’t seem mean. Maybe the door was too heavy for him to keep open. Maybe someone (Molly guessed the police) had come running and he had to run and hide? Maybe he was a criminal? &amp;nbsp;But he would come back for her, right? Nobody would shut a little kid in a abandoned factory! Or would they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly felt a chill go through her. She remembered seeing “lost children” posters in the post office. Kids who had been kidnapped. She had asked her dad why anybody would do something like that to a kid, and he had said, “sick people, Mol. Very sick people.” She had a feeling he hadn’t been talking about a cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Her dad would notice she wasn’t at home soon. He would find her. Right? No, of course not. Even if he did run around the whole city, he would never think to look here. She sighed, and decided nobody would come for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She had two choices: stay here and rot until somebody found her, which could be months, or even years. Or she could go down the hallway, and look for an exit. Then she could find her way home, she was certain. And even if she couldn’t, anything would be better than this horrible, dark hallway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Having made up her mind, Molly ran like heck toward the end of the hall way, then screeched to a stop. She looked down both hallways. She didn’t see any difference between the two, so she went down the left one first. Seeing no door at the end she went back to the first hallway, only to find.... That it wasn’t the first hallway. There was no door at the end of it. It was identical to the right one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; the one she had just been down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly gulped. She had only one option now: run until she found an exit. She took it. Molly ran through hallway after hallway and kept running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then she got hungry, and she slowed a bit. She took a quick bite of her half eaten PB+J. Then she stopped running altogether. She was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; she had finished that at home. But, she was hungry, and when she was hungry, she ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then she took off running again. She was going so fast- she had never been able to keep up this pace in gym class. As she ran, the walls seemed to be stained green, like the walls outside of Molly’s school, and cracks appeared, making strange designs fly past Molly as she made her flight through the halls. Green stain turned to green vine and cracks turned into old bricks- Molly liked these hallways a lot better- they made her feel like she was outside again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly thought she had been going fast, but now she was going faster. She felt her bear drop from her hands, but sure enough it returned in a few moments time. Now the walls were blurring- but Molly could see the walls getting greener and greener, as if nature was quickly taking over the once stone walls. She felt the halls get darker and looked up; the vines were closing in on the overhead lights, covering them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Panicked now, she cried out and ran even faster. Molly could no longer see anything but green on the wall, and now vines were growing over the floor too. she tried to avoid them, but it was getting harder and harder to see- the vines were clearly winning their battle against the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Worse, Molly could feel something running next to her: the same thing she had seen in the corner of her eye at her house. She couldn’t see it- it was still slightly out of her vision- but she didn’t want to see it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It was so dark now she could barely see anything- but then, against wall to wall green, was a faint grey rectangle. She cried out in joy, and stopped right in front of a door. &amp;nbsp;And this one had a doorknob. She reached out to grab it, but the thing that had been following her intercepted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It was the most horrible thing Molly had ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Molly suddenly sat up in bed, coated in sweat and out of breath. She let out a huge breath and flopped back on her pillow- it had only been a dream. Taking huge gulps of breath, she got out of bed ( leaving her teddy bear) and started down the hall toward the kitchen- she was still hungry from her “run” through the ivy covered halls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As she walked past, a fat orange cat watched a mouse as it ran right past its paws. “Good cat, Moggy.” whispered Molly as it stayed put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As Molly got to the kitchen she grabbed the peanut butter from the cabinet, (after checking for mice, of course) and got the wonder bread out of the bread box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then she opened the fridge, and cautiously she searched for the jelly until she found a Smuckers jar. Almost too scared to read the label, she turned the jar over in her hand- and saw it was grape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;With a huge sigh of relief, she put the jars on the counter and started spreading the peanut butter while humming her favorite song. Smiling as she spread the grape jelly, she put the slices together and got a paper plate. Sitting down at the kitchen table, (she was never going to eat on those steps again in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;) she started munching on her sandwich. She paused mid chew- had she heard something? She strained her ears to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Something was tapping on the kitchen window. &amp;nbsp;&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/6749096664096409643-2861205895437596103?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2861205895437596103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/path-project-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2861205895437596103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2861205895437596103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/10/path-project-enjoy.html' title='PATH project- enjoy!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7167238697492593799</id><published>2011-09-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:16:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATH project- Nixon report</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="internal-source-marker_0.654624499925306"&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I promised I'd give you some of my projects from PATH, and so here is my report on our not so beloved ex-president Nixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;About  4 months ago I saw an episode from a British sci-fi show called Doctor  Who. The episode featured Richard Nixon, pre-Watergate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  fact that Nixon appears in British sci-fi tells me that Nixon (and  Watergate) has become a sort of icon, and more of a pop culture image  than historical figure. Instead of referring to Nixon from history, we  push him on people to call them dishonest. It’s also a bit like how we  refer to Hitler; He’s just another word for evil. An example of this is  Speechgate: Obama wants to have a speech on Wednesday; The other people  asked if they could have it Thursday. Obama changes it to Thursday. Fox  News has a fit. People basically just but “gate” at the end of the word  to make it sound scandalous. And, even nowadays you’ll still see  comedians doing a Nixon impression: head nodding, hands in peace signs,  and saying “I’m not a crook”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nixon  is mostly known for taping his conversations. He actually ordered  taping system that was installed in the white house that automatically  recorded all conversations, though few white house employees were aware  this system even existed. Alexander Butterfield testified to the tapes  existence, and the tapes were subpoenaed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nixon  Initially refused to hand the tapes over, claiming they were vital to  national security. Nixon’s lawyers revealed that Tape 342, a  conversation in the oval office, had a 18 1/2 minute gap. Though the  president’s personal secretary claimed it was her fault, nobody believed  her, and people began to seriously doubt Nixon’s innocence. The legal  battle for the tapes continued for a year, until Nixon released 1,200  pages of conversations between him and his aides. But the Supreme court  wanted more than selected transcripts, and ruled that the full tapes  must be released. Finally one of the newly received conversations  revealed that Nixon knew about the Watergate robbery earlier then he had  said. This was the “smoking gun” tape. Nixon claimed this was a “lapse  of memory”. (Yeah, right.) Nobody believed him, and he was told by the  Republican leaders that he was about to be kicked out of office, so he  resigned.It’s interesting, though, that Nixon’s legacy is being  dishonest, while a lot of political leaders are too: Nixon was just  unlucky enough to get caught. It was his obsession with taping himself  that got him caught. If he hadn't taped himself, nobody could prove he  was involved in Watergate, and he would have got off clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bibliography: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/wiki/nixon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watergate.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Watergate site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nixonlibrary.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;background-font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Nixon library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZXyZKrjkpCg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is part of that episode I was telling you about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7167238697492593799?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7167238697492593799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-promised-id-give-you-some-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7167238697492593799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7167238697492593799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-promised-id-give-you-some-of-my.html' title='PATH project- Nixon report'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZXyZKrjkpCg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2567010952324077370</id><published>2011-09-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:01:17.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know schools been in for awhile. But I just remembered I have a blog to post on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular school is going well: I have a friend in every class!!!! The teachers are nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what your all wondering- what the heck does REGULAR school mean? It means I also go to PATH. I have path every Thursday. PATH means Program for the Academically Talented at Hope college. It also means Homework Every Week.&amp;nbsp;Not that I'm angry or anything, It's just weird. It also means I'm Academically Talented. Like, wow. I swear I didn't see that one coming. But the teacher for my course got a new job last minute, so I have the PATH director, Mrs. Frissora as my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to post all of my projects for PATH here. You can&amp;nbsp;critique all you want, I will appreciate it, but by the time I post it will probably be already turned in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2567010952324077370?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2567010952324077370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2567010952324077370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2567010952324077370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-9104966712526154836</id><published>2011-09-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:08:49.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Son of Neptune</title><content type='html'>The new Rick Riordan book is coming out! I know I'm probably the only one who has been waiting for this but just in case any of you (most likely non-existent) readers actually care about this series,&lt;i&gt; The Son of Neptune &lt;/i&gt;comes out fall 2011! And guess what? It's fall 2011!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Not that I'm freaking out or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh nuts. I just remembered school's coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-9104966712526154836?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/9104966712526154836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/son-of-neptune.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/9104966712526154836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/9104966712526154836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/09/son-of-neptune.html' title='The Son of Neptune'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-673953908770321578</id><published>2011-08-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:09:20.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art on Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can draw, make comics, make animations, and other cool things at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/create/#/create/mycreate/"&gt;http://disney.go.com/create/#/create/mycreate/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm silvermistroks17, X is Xavier. Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-673953908770321578?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/673953908770321578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/08/art-on-disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/673953908770321578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/673953908770321578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/08/art-on-disney.html' title='Art on Disney'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8457514638912727563</id><published>2011-08-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:46:47.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making   (by Catherynne Valente)</title><content type='html'>I'm not typing that again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl named September who had been born in May, had a mole on her left cheek, and her feet were very large and ungainly. So the Green Wind took pity on her, and flew her away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't even bother to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wind takes her to Fairyland, but the once paradise is in turmoil. &amp;nbsp;September embarks on a quest to steal a spoon from an evil Marquess with the Wyvern E-L and a almost human boy named Saturday. This story is a cross between &lt;i&gt;Alice in Wonderland &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt;. It's really amazing. Some books are good, and some are AMAZING. This book is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-8457514638912727563?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8457514638912727563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-who-circumnavigated-fairyland-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8457514638912727563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8457514638912727563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-who-circumnavigated-fairyland-in.html' title='The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making   (by Catherynne Valente)'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1036432698214740348</id><published>2011-07-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:07:44.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New book!!!! Have you ever read Fablehaven? It is a AMAZING book. Like mixing Sisters Grimm, Percy Jackson, and The Mixed Up Files. Its also not the book I'm gonna talk about. (You should read the series though.) The book I'm talking about is written by the same author as Fablehaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonders: A world without Heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold, Maldor reigns in fearless might, and rightly so, for none may cause him harm, except by a single Word whose existence is His most closely guarded secret.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Word, spoken in His presence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, will unmake Him entirely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By reading these words you have now nominated yourself to find the Key Word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Move swiftly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The knowledge that you now possess will mark you for a prompt execution.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first syllable is "A".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1036432698214740348?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1036432698214740348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/07/beyonders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1036432698214740348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1036432698214740348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/07/beyonders.html' title='Beyonders'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3365050483655346137</id><published>2011-07-02T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:47:54.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worm-World Saga</title><content type='html'>This online book looks like it's going to come out great! Only 1 chapter, but it's an awesome beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wormworldsaga.com/"&gt;http://www.wormworldsaga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please comment!!! It would be great if I could get some feedback. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3365050483655346137?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3365050483655346137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/07/worm-world-saga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3365050483655346137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3365050483655346137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/07/worm-world-saga.html' title='The Worm-World Saga'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8046090728649296589</id><published>2011-06-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:21:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters From Rapunzel</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes, this is an actual book review. I know I haven't written one in a while, but they require A LOT of thinking, and I have not been in the mood for thinking. For at least a year. (I know, sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The book is called (bet you can't guess) "Letters From Rapunzel". It's about a really clever girl who has a three standard deviant to prove it. who's mom delivers babies at the hospital, and her dad writes poetry. Or he used to write poetry, before he (again) got Clinical Depression. And that's just one of her problems.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she took the test to determine her "cognitive abilities" (which, by the way, nobody wanted her to take because her grades were low, but her mom convinced them.) everyone expects her to be a perfect student. They want her grades sky high so they can put her in the GT program (which may or may not be a good idea, she was to busy in All-Day In-School Detention to find out. It's a long story). And she's not a perfect student. She doesn't want to learn about the stuff they teach, and gets it without them anyway. And lets not even start on her essays.&lt;br /&gt;Her pile gets higher. Contains: Jerks, Police, Simple Machines, Mailboxes, Plants, Lies, English Books, and most importantly, A Bridge. (Don't ask. Read.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;What's the connection between her-lets call her student-and a hair-challenged princess? Lets see: Rapunzel is locked in tower by a witch-Student is locked in "Homework Club" by her working mom. Rapunzel has lots of hair-Student has lots of letters. But the Student has a father under an EVIL SPELL (The doctors called it C.D., but a true heroine can detect an evil spell from a mile away.) while Rapunzel has no family at all, which is equally sad.&lt;br /&gt;When Rapunzel finds a mysterious letter from her dad addressed to P.O. Box #5667 she knows she's found the pea under her mattress. But since when is finding Happily Ever After as easy as just writing back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by Sara Lewis Holmes. It won the Ursula Nordstrom First Fiction Contest. It just got 9 lives from me. (In case you haven't picked up on that yet, I don't use stars. Stars are for astronauts, and I am not an astronaut, Im a cat lover.)&amp;nbsp;YOU WANT TO READ THIS BOOK!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8046090728649296589?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8046090728649296589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-from-rapunzel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8046090728649296589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8046090728649296589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-from-rapunzel.html' title='Letters From Rapunzel'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5714962299881124875</id><published>2011-06-01T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:31:58.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooolan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey! I know I've been posting A LOT but I'm trying to make up for not posting for about a month. Or two. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the choir at lakeshore is doing Mulan for the musical next year. I'm a bit surprised, because that has a ton of guy roles and only about 8 guys auditioned for this years musical at ALL. Plus all the guys in my grade aren't doing choir next year.  So this might be a little bit like Shakespeare (Ya know, girl pretending to guys. "As you like it". Look it up). So now I am going to be obsessed with finding the Broadway music. Were gonna be watching the Disney version in class (woo hoo mushu!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out I have NEVER POSTED in the month of March. I should make that a tradition, or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5714962299881124875?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5714962299881124875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/mooolan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5714962299881124875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5714962299881124875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/mooolan.html' title='Mooolan'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4995898157554173744</id><published>2011-06-01T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:38:38.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm at school.</title><content type='html'>I had some freetime, so here I am at school. Posting. Some informaton: If your on your computor, go to My Computer, search Control Board, got to sounds and speech, click speech, type something in the bar and click "preview sound". The computor says whatever you put in text. It's so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Brittani says Hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4995898157554173744?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4995898157554173744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-im-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4995898157554173744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4995898157554173744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-im-at-school.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m at school.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8762257786537008691</id><published>2011-05-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:13:56.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Around The Rosy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do any of you readers know what that nursery rhyme "Ring around the Rosy" really means? Well I just found out, and I'm feeling that the kids that sing it and know what it means, are disturbed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rings around red spots on your skin is a symptom of Pox, a fatal disease back when the rhyme was created. When people go to funerals, they put posies in their pockets. They had to burn the bodies into ashes so the virus couldn't spread. But someone else would always catch it and everyone would fall down dead..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Disturbing, yes? No? If you say no, you are disturbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-8762257786537008691?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8762257786537008691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/ring-around-rosy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8762257786537008691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8762257786537008691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/ring-around-rosy.html' title='Ring Around The Rosy'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3208885447240551175</id><published>2011-05-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:06:25.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 3 JOYS OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dairy Products&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ice cream and pizza!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (duh, this is me talking)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;British Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (BBC all the way!!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 is the best. Doctor Who! (We miss you, David Tennant!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3208885447240551175?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3208885447240551175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-joys-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3208885447240551175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3208885447240551175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-joys-of-life.html' title='THE 3 JOYS OF LIFE'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6019128054266863239</id><published>2011-05-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:13:32.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Board Meetings and Budget Cuts</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I haven't posted since, well, forever, but I... hmm. I don't actually have an excuse. Well, to get back to that subject I haven't gotten to yet, have you (you meaning all of my readers.. assuming I have any readers left) ever been to a board meeting? If not, no loss. If you have, you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Grand Haven schools had a board meeting last week (it was probably last week) at Lakeshore. A couple students were asked to talk about how awesome Lakeshore is, (don't get me wrong, it is awesome) and guess who was one of them? Who else.&lt;br /&gt;    I talked about the team building exercises we do at the beginning of 6th grade. White Pines doesn't do it. Only Lakeshore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the whole thing was taped for television (I was really excited here) but nobody watches it because it only shows stuff like board meetings (Angry here cause nobody but people who were there saw me). &lt;div&gt;It's understandable. Unless your on the board, you wouldn't be interested until they tell you what they decide.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This board meeting was about the recent budget cuts made by the new governor, (who I totally disapprove of, BTW) and specifically what they need to get rid of because of it. I want you readers to know I DID NOT vote for this guy (not that I can vote yet) and I can't believe that he would do that. What this basically means is that all he cares enough to have us learn is enough so that we can pass the MEAP, and then were on our own. And the MEAP is just standards the state wants us to know before they fund our schools. This guy is unbelievably rude.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now, but I swear I'll post again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6019128054266863239?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6019128054266863239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/board-meetings-and-budget-cuts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6019128054266863239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6019128054266863239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/05/board-meetings-and-budget-cuts.html' title='Board Meetings and Budget Cuts'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6662099055143044547</id><published>2011-04-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:48:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! Schools out! I feel alive! I feel free! I feel happy! I feel like I shouldn't have eaten that last muffin....&lt;br /&gt;You know what else? &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Tas: Happy way belated anniversary of your blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for any students reading this: have a great spring break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6662099055143044547?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6662099055143044547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6662099055143044547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6662099055143044547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8699261096744980865</id><published>2011-02-19T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:02:13.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whistle stop cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fried green tomatoes'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah, we also went to Florida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtIuuVk_pk8/TWBGFVkrYOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/qYCdm5M021w/s1600/IMG_5980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtIuuVk_pk8/TWBGFVkrYOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/qYCdm5M021w/s200/IMG_5980.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family went to Florida during and after winter break. It was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't been there for about 7 years, so this was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we stayed in the car for the first 3 states, and then in Georgia we did some serious leg stretching.&amp;nbsp; (Click on pictures for full size.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ap35Sq0-a3Q/TWBGJUUtCTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/tyeH0rpb-FA/s1600/IMG_5983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ap35Sq0-a3Q/TWBGJUUtCTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/tyeH0rpb-FA/s200/IMG_5983.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;1. We stopped at the Whistle stop cafe in Georgia. Way off the beaten track, this small town wouldn't even be here if not for the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes". The parents told me about it while I was eating. Not a good idea. In the movie, they had pretended an unfaithful husband was pork, and they cut him up and served him in the pork sandwich. I was eating the pork sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKUwO3qTocU/TWBGZhEFUaI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JF_u9mUzzyg/s1600/IMG_5996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKUwO3qTocU/TWBGZhEFUaI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JF_u9mUzzyg/s200/IMG_5996.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. We went to the Ocmulgee mounds. This was amazing. They have some of the best preserved artifacts in America as well as the mounds. There are 3 big ones. The greater worship mound, the lesser worship mound, and the funeral mound. Cooler though, is the gathering place. It's a smaller hollowed out mound that has a bunch of sort off hollowed out sitting areas. Most amazing, at the place where they think the chief sat, a beam of light comes through the door and lands directly on the seat on the spring and Autumn  equinox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl8kbQq7yWE/TWBGcoaNBWI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4eUWoYTkXIM/s1600/IMG_6070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl8kbQq7yWE/TWBGcoaNBWI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4eUWoYTkXIM/s200/IMG_6070.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. We went to see the Bickerstaff family! They have 4 boys. They live out in the country and they have a farm with chickens, and goats, and bees, and 2 dogs, and a garden! It was really cool. We had lunch with them and I got to milk a goat!!!!!! And I got to hold a chicken, and ride a goat. The goat and chicken didn't enjoy it as much as I did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZeinaCYqSs/TWBIFvwbwMI/AAAAAAAAB30/M9tblF2rc2w/s1600/IMG_6106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZeinaCYqSs/TWBIFvwbwMI/AAAAAAAAB30/M9tblF2rc2w/s200/IMG_6106.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got to Florida, and to the Femmininio's. We arrived late, and after about an hour of visiting, we passed out. We had 3 days of playing games, making movies, driving Mario-cart, and watching t.v., playing with gerbils, listening to parrots, setting of fireworks, dancing, eating, (pork, but not husband this time) and lynching each other. This last one is from the game Lupus in Tabula, a game we played every night, morning, and afternoon. If you want to try this game, bring 5 people over and we'll show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOYFYakQj50/TWBII7bL8mI/AAAAAAAAB34/5dGTLCJlBWU/s1600/IMG_6166-Disney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOYFYakQj50/TWBII7bL8mI/AAAAAAAAB34/5dGTLCJlBWU/s200/IMG_6166-Disney.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After this we went to Disney. When we came in we went to Downtown Disney. We saw lots, our favorite probably being the Lego store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnINsbYqMg8/TWBIkPJ9egI/AAAAAAAAB38/UcJV9FYiji0/s1600/IMG_6202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnINsbYqMg8/TWBIkPJ9egI/AAAAAAAAB38/UcJV9FYiji0/s200/IMG_6202.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, the Animal Kingdom lodge to meet up with Renee, Aunt Joy, and Brett. We saw lots of giraffes, zebras, ostriches, and antelope. (No, you don't normally see those in Florida.) And we had a magnificent meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifACfqEfO1k/TWBIoZkdTyI/AAAAAAAAB4A/sQ7QcdO5MWo/s1600/IMG_6205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifACfqEfO1k/TWBIoZkdTyI/AAAAAAAAB4A/sQ7QcdO5MWo/s200/IMG_6205.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to our hotel. It was sweet, but the best was the pool. The whole thing was as wide as a house, and curled around it, half way inside the water was a giant sea serpent. Its tongue was a water slide. The whole thing was amazing, and I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2B_LQCcn98/TWBJpqEGcnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/5esiuu8m6cw/s1600/IMG_6211-D-park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2B_LQCcn98/TWBJpqEGcnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/5esiuu8m6cw/s200/IMG_6211-D-park.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGDw0rEn0xY/TWBJtLRUWWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/hRN5oOBbUB4/s1600/IMG_6232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGDw0rEn0xY/TWBJtLRUWWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/hRN5oOBbUB4/s200/IMG_6232.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up and saw Renee at Epcot; she used to work at Disney and her husband still does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Disney Hollywood Studios. Highlights were Muppet studios ("I'm dying of laughter" funny), Prince Caspian, Sounds Dangerous, and The Magic of Cartooning. Something funny: we went to the Ariel show, and they had technical difficulties. That's the ol' Golden charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ5_UaSAjto/TWBJ7HdkJCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/HXqcb1ZfMTM/s1600/IMG_6247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ5_UaSAjto/TWBJ7HdkJCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/HXqcb1ZfMTM/s200/IMG_6247.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we went to Magic Kingdom. We weren't there for long, but I saw the castle, got a sucker, saw the Country Bear Jamboree, (5 laughs, 3 stars) and rerode &amp;nbsp;the first roller coaster I had ever been on, the Barn Stormer( ah, memories). We tried to get to adventure land, but we wanted to get to get to Epcot, and the parade was starting, and if we didn't leave then we'd most likely never get to Epcot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Epcot we went inside the dome. There was this awesome ride where you went through the past, then created your own future. Then we went to the Nemo aquarium, which was cool, funny, and breathtaking. Big wow. After that we went to the countries for dinner, and we watched the fireworks. It was truly spectacular, they lit up all the countries, and the giant globe opened up, and fire works shot out from right below the rails you were standing at. Absolutely amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50Wn5jCLd7I/TWBJ9U4IBmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/tXYA4AMZQws/s1600/IMG_6273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50Wn5jCLd7I/TWBJ9U4IBmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/tXYA4AMZQws/s200/IMG_6273.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we went to the Wilderness lodge for breakfast. It was certainly breakfast and a show. The waiters had the kids race around the restaurant on those stick/horse thingies. This one girl said she was really really thirsty, and they brought her a bucket of water. One girl had a birthday, so they brought her a cupcake then ate it themselves. It was a very.... Interesting experience. Then we went over to Fort Wilderness and went to the stables and stuff there. Then we took the boat back to the lodge and left for the Femminineos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost. We had Xavi with us, so we had to stop at a comic shop. Then we got to the Femminineos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSItv19oM2w/TWBL46u9ElI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pluUP6hsIv8/s1600/IMG_6314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSItv19oM2w/TWBL46u9ElI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pluUP6hsIv8/s200/IMG_6314.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Femminineos gave me a birthday party!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They got me an awesome birthday cake that looked like a castle, and they put a dragon on it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Universal. My absolute favorite there was the Hogwarts ride.&amp;nbsp; I would not recommend this ride if you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utJKixhOFVE/TWBMZbSlacI/AAAAAAAAB4k/71V6ScqBIAQ/s1600/IMG_6337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utJKixhOFVE/TWBMZbSlacI/AAAAAAAAB4k/71V6ScqBIAQ/s320/IMG_6337.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are scared of heights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get motion sickness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Pyrophobia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Arachnophobia (cause I sure do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have back trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like loud noises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dislike Dementors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dislike Dragons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like jerking violently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like whipping around really fast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are younger than 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are scared of the dark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like Harry Potter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In other words, I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nqtAUu8egw/TWBMT3zDBjI/AAAAAAAAB4g/8XiR7nnFlnk/s1600/IMG_6463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nqtAUu8egw/TWBMT3zDBjI/AAAAAAAAB4g/8XiR7nnFlnk/s200/IMG_6463.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of Universal was great too. My second favorite thing there was Poseidon's Fury, which was kind of a moving play about my favorite subject: Greek mythology. We also went to Seuss Landing, which was really silly, but pretty fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavi spent most of his time at Superhero City. (Figures.) While he was there, we (Fiona, Margaret, Uncle Mark, Dad, and Moi.) went on the Jurassic park water ride. It starts out really sweet, dinosaurs are playing in the water, you get sprayed a bit. But then you swerve into the Velociraptor cage! You pass a wrecked boat with the number "203" painted on the side. The radio is blaring "Boat 203! Some tourists have wandered into the Velociraptor cage! We have to get them out! They'll be killed...." Encouraging things like that. Then we get into this dark garage thing. Velociraptors are growling at you, more freaking out radios, and then, finally, a 25 foot tall T.Rex. It starts to lunge at you and then... you drop. Huge splash. After that, we were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVjorLWo5TQ/TWBMPmrGnjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/jh65wSgpd78/s1600/IMG_6420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVjorLWo5TQ/TWBMPmrGnjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/jh65wSgpd78/s200/IMG_6420.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured it could not get worse. We figured wrong.. it could get worse. We went on the Popeye ride. Imagine this: You are being sloshed around in this rickety little boat thing, and water is being sprayed at you, Dumped on you, sploshed on you, thrown at you, and you would be drowning but the staff is to smart for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty soaked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing time in Florida, and so did the rest of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8699261096744980865?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8699261096744980865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yeah-we-also-went-to-florida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8699261096744980865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8699261096744980865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yeah-we-also-went-to-florida.html' title='Oh yeah, we also went to Florida.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtIuuVk_pk8/TWBGFVkrYOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/qYCdm5M021w/s72-c/IMG_5980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2172736908472139913</id><published>2011-01-29T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:38:14.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy House for Gwen</title><content type='html'>There is a little girl at my church (can you guess her name?) who really, really likes fairies. The first time we went over to her family's house, I brought her over a cardboard box cut and decorated to look like a fairy haven. That was 2 years ago, and cardboard fairy havens don't tend to make it that long, so I've decided Fairy Haven 2 shall begin construction. So I've built it, and I thought you might want see it. I mean, its pretty awesome, even if my brother won't say so himself.&lt;br /&gt;If pictures aren't here, we are not having Technical Difficulties, we just haven't posted them yet. So hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2172736908472139913?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2172736908472139913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairy-house-for-gwen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2172736908472139913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2172736908472139913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairy-house-for-gwen.html' title='Fairy House for Gwen'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2734697955298067977</id><published>2010-12-21T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:34:08.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, and then I'm out of here.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! And happy New Year! And have a great Epiphany! Happy Birthday to me! Just making sure I have all that down. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but there's only 12 days between the first and last. And Lazy person I am doesn't want to do a post for each. So Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2734697955298067977?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2734697955298067977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-and-then-im-out-of-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2734697955298067977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2734697955298067977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-and-then-im-out-of-here.html' title='Christmas, and then I&apos;m out of here.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1441249775991251924</id><published>2010-11-22T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:12:15.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread houses</title><content type='html'>Me and my Dad went to Desserts by Design a while ago and we made gingerbread houses. On their site they have voting for the best ginger bread houses: please vote for me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;It's a bit time consuming so if you'd rather pass we understand : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to the website below and register you can vote for Ysabela's gingerbread house - dog house with tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she gets the most votes she will win a cake decorating party for her and her friends in then new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the registration is so they can monitor the votes and each email address gets only one vote.  Pretty good idea as we know how these things can be easily abused.  But John says it could have been easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've registered you will receive an email in your inbox to confirm, click it and then you can go back to the site and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To vote, arrow over the photos, the one on top is the one that receives the vote, click to the far right to cast five votes, 4th tar over for four votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dessertsbydesign.us"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://www.dessertsbydesign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;us/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6749096664096409643-1441249775991251924?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1441249775991251924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/gingerbread-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1441249775991251924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1441249775991251924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/gingerbread-houses.html' title='Gingerbread houses'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-589679396230038585</id><published>2010-11-18T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:36:54.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Greek Mythology</title><content type='html'>This is my picture of all of Greek mythology. It took awhile to make, but I think it was worth it in the end. It has all the Greek stories I could find in the 3 research books I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like one of my field guides, but all in one page. (Although it is one large page&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, I have to admit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hope you like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TOXGEJa9ypI/AAAAAAAABxg/I64lgVKwwuc/s1600/GreekMythology.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TOXGEJa9ypI/AAAAAAAABxg/I64lgVKwwuc/s640/GreekMythology.jpg" width="447" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Click the picture for it's super-huge full size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S. I'm thinking of doing one on Egypt mythology, If I can find a book on it.&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/6749096664096409643-589679396230038585?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/589679396230038585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/greek-mythology.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/589679396230038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/589679396230038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/greek-mythology.html' title='Greek Mythology'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TOXGEJa9ypI/AAAAAAAABxg/I64lgVKwwuc/s72-c/GreekMythology.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6220516494880626804</id><published>2010-11-11T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:22:00.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurie Keller'/><title type='text'>My hero report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TN7WSGbrLfI/AAAAAAAABvg/1EvdySNJoh4/s1600/LaurieKeller2005-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TN7WSGbrLfI/AAAAAAAABvg/1EvdySNJoh4/s400/LaurieKeller2005-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I worked on this essay/report/writing/thing at school, and I decided to post it on my blog, because in my blog description it says "post her work", and this counts as my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurie Keller: My Writing Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: Ysabela Golden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I love to read, but who could get me to read as much as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picture my hero I see a smile. I see brown hair, a slight tan, and a happy nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky to have gotten to know such a fantastic author. I first met her at the library my cousin Megan works at. It was astounding, and since then I’ve seen her at several different places- we’ve even had breakfast together. It is awesome to be able to say I know my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero is smart and full of interesting ideas, you could tell that just from reading one of her books. She’s funny, (safety goggles necessary: entering sprinkle zone) a fantastic writer and illustrator, (she used to make Hallmark cards) and she writes kids picture books that are amazing, including “&lt;i&gt;Arnie the Donut&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i&gt;Do Unto Otters&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i&gt;Open Wide: Tooth School Inside&lt;/i&gt;”, and “&lt;i&gt;Scrambled States of America&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero is a great author. She brings laughs in her writing. Many of her books teach lessons and morals, like &lt;i&gt;Do Unto Otters&lt;/i&gt;, a book about the golden rule, &lt;i&gt;Open Wide&lt;/i&gt;, a book about teeth who go to school to learn about how to take care of themselves, and &lt;i&gt;Scrambled States&lt;/i&gt;, a book about the states switching places, teaches about geography, as well as giving parents a chance to breathe as their kids plunge into her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, about 5, my mom found me one of her books, &lt;i&gt;Arnie the Donut&lt;/i&gt;. I read it hungrily, finding new things with each read, even to this day finding more surprises in its pages, an alien asking for donuts, a caveman rolling a donut around like a wheel in the background, a muffin named Fran that wants her own book: “I can see it now: Fran the Muffin!” Her books started me reading, which is now the thing I’m best at. She started me writing, now one of my favorite hobbies. Because writing is like reading: you’re discovering a story, but it comes from your imagination, not the pages of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TN7XL02qCvI/AAAAAAAABvk/MMBbwXQfE5s/s1600/Keller1863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TN7XL02qCvI/AAAAAAAABvk/MMBbwXQfE5s/s400/Keller1863.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Laurie Keller is my hero because she started me reading and writing. My reading forms a large part of my life, (because about 60% of my life has been spent reading) and so does my writing. Not only do they make fun pastimes, but they also help enormously with school. And these are the reasons why Laurie Keller is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6220516494880626804?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6220516494880626804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-hero-report.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6220516494880626804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6220516494880626804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-hero-report.html' title='My hero report'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TN7WSGbrLfI/AAAAAAAABvg/1EvdySNJoh4/s72-c/LaurieKeller2005-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5943549433219106092</id><published>2010-11-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:33:01.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monty Python'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Swan'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween was AWESOME, everyone went trick-or-treating (which doesn't always happen) and we had a new guest, Mason who was a skeleton wearing footie pajamas and a santa hat. He also carried a scyth. Audrey was there, as a "sweet pea". Aww. Anna was a templar night, Lilly was Elizabeth Swan, Xavi was the flash, and I was the greek goddess Athena. 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It was really fun, and mine went up a ramp. This happened at the Montague Pumpkin-Fest.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They had ELEPHANT EARS! But I didn't have any. But they still had it! And if you have ever met me around coast guard time, you know about my love for elephant ears. Actually, it's on my top 5 food list. #1 is a Mia &amp;amp; Grace hot dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2tfb-NDI/AAAAAAAABtg/pGVxcAqrGsg/s1600/IMG_5593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2tfb-NDI/AAAAAAAABtg/pGVxcAqrGsg/s400/IMG_5593.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2kYQYDvI/AAAAAAAABtc/_KGE4juTGdo/s1600/IMG_5610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2kYQYDvI/AAAAAAAABtc/_KGE4juTGdo/s400/IMG_5610.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2ivp3P7I/AAAAAAAABtY/1MwXBngkNcw/s1600/IMG_5612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2ivp3P7I/AAAAAAAABtY/1MwXBngkNcw/s400/IMG_5612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT23P7h4UI/AAAAAAAABtk/MID4OYcZghk/s1600/IMG_5629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT23P7h4UI/AAAAAAAABtk/MID4OYcZghk/s320/IMG_5629.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT29nlQh4I/AAAAAAAABto/MLeae42FacQ/s1600/IMG_5630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT29nlQh4I/AAAAAAAABto/MLeae42FacQ/s320/IMG_5630.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At Mia &amp;amp; Grace they have those paper table clothes you can draw on. I have drawn hot dogs and me waving a sign saying "GIVE ME MY HOT DOG!" and a hot dog that is bigger than my house.  I turns out that the chef saved the one with me waving a sign, and it is the only piece of art residing in the kitchen. I am also known as hot dog girl, which is fine with me, as long as they don't slow down with my hot dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reminder: Do NOT leave empty cat food cans next to Bluestar's basket. Click on them and they will go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3265944698507566270?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3265944698507566270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-roll-4-hot-dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3265944698507566270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3265944698507566270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-roll-4-hot-dogs.html' title='I roll 4 hot dogs'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TLT2fSsOt6I/AAAAAAAABtU/SiWkYyZR-Os/s72-c/IMG_5613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4059370282650646028</id><published>2010-09-10T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:50:28.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lockers'/><title type='text'>Happiness, and purses.</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes...&lt;br /&gt;THEY FIXED MY LOCKER! And it's the easiest one to open in my class! And if you are a sarcastic person, like my dad, yes, it does lock.&lt;br /&gt;Also, THANK YOU AUNT JILL FOR HELPING ME MAKE MY PURSE! It's awesome. It's purple, blue and gold. And you can fit a book in it!&lt;br /&gt;There will be a picture or two of the purse, and also I now own "Who's Coming For Dinner?"! I would make a link, but I figured if you really cared, you would  just go back to my post when I announced it, or go to JKXY and click there. It's also almost 9:00, and I'm feeling lazier than my brother when he's reading a comic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4059370282650646028?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4059370282650646028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-and-purses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4059370282650646028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4059370282650646028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-and-purses.html' title='Happiness, and purses.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1374888202844398987</id><published>2010-09-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:28:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>Let's summarize:&lt;div&gt;Woke up (still dark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school (barely on time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The impossible happened. (locker opened)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math class (learned how to take notes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science (heard Indian legend about a rock, the rock being teachers excuse that it was science)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Language Arts (learned more about secret mission I am not allowed to tell you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch (my ID card worked!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies (made a personali-tee out of cardboard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Time (I have to eat good food now, I signed a contract)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I wanted to post about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FRIEND: Do you think you can open your locker again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid slams locker door on my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KID: It's not my fault you can't open you locker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: What the heck does &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; have to do with anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KID: You can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Oh yeah? Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Locker opens somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: ..Your wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid walks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FRIEND: You can open your locker now?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Actually, that was totally spontaneous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1374888202844398987?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1374888202844398987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1374888202844398987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1374888202844398987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8920510281731395403</id><published>2010-09-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:35:16.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE LOCKERS</title><content type='html'>So, first day of school, and I don't like my locker.&lt;div&gt;If you haven't already noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The combination thingy doesn't turn right, and you have to pull hard, cause it gets stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise I have nothing but positive thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; hate my locker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8920510281731395403?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8920510281731395403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-lockers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8920510281731395403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8920510281731395403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-lockers.html' title='I HATE LOCKERS'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2231133653170719506</id><published>2010-08-23T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:07:22.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey, again</title><content type='html'>We had another visit from our favorite miniature kick boxer! Baby-sitting job from 6:00 to 10:00. Definitely the best visit so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7WTinE7I/AAAAAAAABpg/_AlVyliCt00/s1600/IMG_5283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7WTinE7I/AAAAAAAABpg/_AlVyliCt00/s640/IMG_5283.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7J26I3GI/AAAAAAAABpQ/CmsskQOL2xE/s1600/IMG_5296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7J26I3GI/AAAAAAAABpQ/CmsskQOL2xE/s400/IMG_5296.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7QKppVFI/AAAAAAAABpY/VUPuXz0KDTk/s1600/IMG_5288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7QKppVFI/AAAAAAAABpY/VUPuXz0KDTk/s400/IMG_5288.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7EVYLtmI/AAAAAAAABpI/Z7vdRXNcZ_k/s1600/IMG_5303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7EVYLtmI/AAAAAAAABpI/Z7vdRXNcZ_k/s640/IMG_5303.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures may take a while. Okay, pictures are guaranteed to take a while, we keep having problems with Audrey pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2231133653170719506?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2231133653170719506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/audrey-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2231133653170719506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2231133653170719506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/audrey-again.html' title='Audrey, again'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TH-7WTinE7I/AAAAAAAABpg/_AlVyliCt00/s72-c/IMG_5283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1224939556375546186</id><published>2010-08-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:06:16.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppet Show - Temptation Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now presenting- the Muppet Glee club with Temptation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisiontunes.com/Muppet_Show_-_Temptation_%28The%29.html"&gt;The Muppet Show - Temptation Theme Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother finally told I had to stop listening to this so I put it on my blog so I won't forget where it is. And so you could listen to it too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnI2dMuiAv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnI2dMuiAv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1224939556375546186?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1224939556375546186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/muppet-show-temptation-theme-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1224939556375546186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1224939556375546186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/muppet-show-temptation-theme-song.html' title='The Muppet Show - Temptation Song'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-286682333586594944</id><published>2010-08-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:18:12.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test</title><content type='html'>Okay, I came up with this test a while ago, but I had to get a lot of feedback as when I tried my parents and brother, they all got the same thing. &lt;div&gt;I tried it myself, but as I created it, I really couldn't trust my own feedback. I did some more tests, and it is now ready to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that I went through all of this so 2 or more people could take it, but it was fun, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. About what time do you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. 6:00 to 6:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. 7:00 or 8:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. 9:00 or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H. Um, Never?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. What do you eat for breakfast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B. Pancakes, waffles, hash browns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F. Cold cereal, pop tarts, microwavable oatmeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D. A granola bar in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. Breakfast? What's Breakfast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Are you a people person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. Most people are scared of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. Sure, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Blue, purple, or green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F. Black as your darkest nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B. All of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. None of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. What is your favorite element?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D. Wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Do you have trouble following rules?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E. I made the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. No, I'm pretty good with rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H. What were they again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Is life just out to get you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. I am out to get life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F. Well somethings out to get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H. I wouldn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. I see life eye to eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Do you feel superior to others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. I am superior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B. I'm better than some people I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. There is no such thing as superiority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D. I don't know about that, but I know I'm unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. If you could be anything else, what would you be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E. I would remain human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. I would become part of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. A canine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. None of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Are you an animal lover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. I love animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. I like sea animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. I like large animals that can fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. What is your preferred activity out of these 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H. Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E. Bossing people around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B. Art!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D. Meditating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Are you paranoid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F. I make other people paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K. Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B. They are all out to get me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Do you like shopping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E. Must I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. Yes, but don't tell any one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G. None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H. I usually get up in time for dinner, so that would be 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Too busy, I always miss lunch. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. 3 a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Do you want to have kids/ Do you want to have more kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             K. Yes                    A. I plan on more.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         B. No-                      F. I will NOT be having any more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESULTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       If you got 3 A's or more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are the Alpha dog, whether others like it or not. You have a liking for the seas and oceans. You may like children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; If you got 3 B's or more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; You are quite creative, if a little paranoid.   You may not be interested in children, as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; you find them troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       If you got 3 C's or more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You like animals and the earth in general. You are good natured, but may argue with siblings or parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; If you  got 3 D's or more:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You like shopping, or the new. You have many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; hobbies, Such as swimming, reading, or maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; meditating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           If you got 3 E's or more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You like people, and people like you back. You have good leadership skills, and you use them. You are generally happy as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; If you got 3 F's or more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You don't really get along with most people, and you aren't always that positive. You might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; be goth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        If you got 3 G's or more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Either you are a really late sleeper, or your in a coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you got 3 H's or more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are one with the earth, and it shows. You don't get out much, but you are smarter then might have been thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;If you got 3 I's or more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are always busy, with either work or play. You may be angry or frustrated about where you are in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you got 3 J's or more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You enjoy pet company more than human, and dog company is your favorite. You may enjoy  modern society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                            If you got 3 K's or anything other than the above:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't have anything for you, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-286682333586594944?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/286682333586594944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/286682333586594944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/286682333586594944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality-test.html' title='Personality test'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6897780312448444584</id><published>2010-08-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:17:48.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey'/><title type='text'>Audrey</title><content type='html'>We had another visit from Audrey!                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1bFwYaYMI/AAAAAAAABlM/HvojcL5otkw/s1600/IMG_5169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1bFwYaYMI/AAAAAAAABlM/HvojcL5otkw/s400/IMG_5169.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We baby-sitted her for 2 hours, and she was a barrel of laughs the entire time. except for the half hour she fell asleep, of course. That was totally cute, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1aoVC3GCI/AAAAAAAABk8/019nOLK9Vfs/s1600/IMG_5163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1aoVC3GCI/AAAAAAAABk8/019nOLK9Vfs/s320/IMG_5163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1axpYuoWI/AAAAAAAABlE/Dj_RddxBYjM/s1600/IMG_5165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1axpYuoWI/AAAAAAAABlE/Dj_RddxBYjM/s320/IMG_5165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have pictures! Click on pictures for full size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She really likes to hear herself talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1bJJWSTYI/AAAAAAAABlU/7Xm_LO1JjDI/s1600/IMG_5179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1bJJWSTYI/AAAAAAAABlU/7Xm_LO1JjDI/s640/IMG_5179.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6897780312448444584?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6897780312448444584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/audrey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6897780312448444584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6897780312448444584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/audrey.html' title='Audrey'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TG1bFwYaYMI/AAAAAAAABlM/HvojcL5otkw/s72-c/IMG_5169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6228485667742960217</id><published>2010-08-11T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:50:13.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Meister'/><title type='text'>Robin vs the Music Meister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe9dffdfcb0e1f45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe9dffdfcb0e1f45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330066457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69962F9BA438B77445274470EE4EEDF06AF4D1DE.41DDAE8075936679EAFF65F38F232DF112E1B5D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe9dffdfcb0e1f45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTiba_b7Pdz7tplDmiNePytJij1Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe9dffdfcb0e1f45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330066457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69962F9BA438B77445274470EE4EEDF06AF4D1DE.41DDAE8075936679EAFF65F38F232DF112E1B5D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe9dffdfcb0e1f45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTiba_b7Pdz7tplDmiNePytJij1Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick video shot after a long afternoon of Coast Guard festival, featuring our good friends Brandon and Kaitlyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6228485667742960217?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6228485667742960217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/robin-vs-music-meister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6228485667742960217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6228485667742960217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/08/robin-vs-music-meister.html' title='Robin vs the Music Meister'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4936319679208650978</id><published>2010-07-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:54:05.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a second....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, has any one else noticed a slight change in decoration? Thanks Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, let us welcome Icefen, the purple wolf over there. Icefen is a he, and be careful if you try feeding him, he may seem like he doesn't care you have a T-bone steak, but he's just waiting for you to relax also, don't touch the moon, or he will howl loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to the actual reason I made this post in the first place. These are the names of all the wizrock bands I know of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry and the Potters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Draco and the Malfoys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Whomping Willows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gred and Forge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hermione and Crookshanks Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DJ Lovegood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred and George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew Maggiacomo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Sneakscopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Riddle and Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mudbloods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Parslemouths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ginny and the Heartbreakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Remus Lupins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roonil Wazlib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bandon Banshees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My current favorite songs from these bands:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(never) do as your told/the Remus Lupins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potions/Draco and the Malfoys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Expecto Patronum/the Remus Lupins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song for Death Eaters/Harry and the Potters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the Messenger/the Hermione and Crookshanks Experience  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1RxyxfwZ5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1RxyxfwZ5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4936319679208650978?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4936319679208650978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/wait-second.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4936319679208650978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4936319679208650978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/wait-second.html' title='Wait a second....'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1195016868035661403</id><published>2010-07-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:32:39.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Audrey</title><content type='html'>Here are some videos and pictures of baby Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey is 4 months old, believe it or not. She is quite active for 4 months. I didn't even know babies could &lt;i&gt;move &lt;/i&gt;at 4 months and here she is, kicking up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TE3Y9TJ9BDI/AAAAAAAABgk/lUc3e1cc1lY/s1600/IMG_5063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TE3Y9TJ9BDI/AAAAAAAABgk/lUc3e1cc1lY/s400/IMG_5063.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; squirmy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/TE3aDVKLjjI/AAAAAAAABgs/sOXIG8KHGvw/s1600/IMG_5067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/wolf" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=icefen&amp;an=bela&amp;clr=0x9814ff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2435857029342858216?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2435857029342858216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2435857029342858216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2435857029342858216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2189430010987563877</id><published>2010-07-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:20:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>We have a new family blog! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://www.whoscomingfordinner.blogspot.com"&gt;Who's Coming For Dinner?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2189430010987563877?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2189430010987563877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2189430010987563877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2189430010987563877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6275410510204711059</id><published>2010-07-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:57:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf</title><content type='html'>I am taking golf lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Not my usual, right? absolutely correct.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am doing it, and it is more work than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;There are positions you have to do, you have to keep some limbs straight and bend others, and you have to bend your knees, but not to much. It's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons are done by the guy who is the head of First Priority.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't bad, so this might not end in complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? This is Grand Haven were talking about. There is no complete disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   (Knock on wood)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6275410510204711059?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6275410510204711059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6275410510204711059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6275410510204711059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/07/golf.html' title='Golf'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-665052553251881650</id><published>2010-06-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:29:04.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope College Sci Camp</title><content type='html'>First thing is first.&lt;br /&gt;Sci Camp is cool, I am doing the Harry Potter themed one. It's pretty cool except for the 20 minute wait for snack.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we did get sorted into houses. Mine is Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt; I was worried about this until I looked under the table and saw a guy with a sheet of paper that had something like this on it:          Ravenclaw&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Griffindor&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Griffindor&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Griffindor&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Slytherin&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Hufflepuff&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Ravenclaw&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Ravenclaw&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Hufflepuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made wands, and mine is  (oh the shame) Veila hair. Like Fluer's.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not as bad as I am trying to make it sound. I got to hold a Boa Constrictor as big as me, a snapping turtle, and others, during Care of Magical Creatures.&lt;br /&gt;And today, were doing Herbology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-665052553251881650?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/665052553251881650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope-college-sci-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/665052553251881650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/665052553251881650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope-college-sci-camp.html' title='Hope College Sci Camp'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8540377360826399854</id><published>2010-06-16T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:17:59.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aisling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret of Kells'/><title type='text'>Aisling's Song - The Secret of Kells</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTiSak8r9P8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTiSak8r9P8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10200000/Aisling-the-Fairy-secret-of-kells-10297943-800-450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10200000/Aisling-the-Fairy-secret-of-kells-10297943-800-450.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecretofkells.com/"&gt;The Secret of Kells&lt;/a&gt; is a &lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt; movie about the famed "Book of Kells".&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Kells is a beautifully illustrated bible found outside the city of Kells.&lt;br /&gt;The city was believed to have been attacked by vikings, and, apparently, no one had survived.&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of Kells is how this book was made, and why it survived what Kells did not.&lt;br /&gt;I give this movie 8 out of 9 lives. It &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt; have gotten 9 lives, but it just wasn't long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8540377360826399854?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8540377360826399854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/aislings-song-secret-of-kells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8540377360826399854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8540377360826399854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/aislings-song-secret-of-kells.html' title='Aisling&apos;s Song - The Secret of Kells'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8259438448389463457</id><published>2010-06-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:27:11.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Bluestar!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't noticed, there is a cat on my blog. You know, the one in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;The cat's name is Bluestar (As if you haven't figured that out already.&lt;br /&gt;I got her off &lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;Bunny Hero Labs&lt;/a&gt;, which is not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exactly&lt;/span&gt; what you might call a safe website (okay, drop that, definitely not safe) so if you want to get one, be carefull.&lt;br /&gt;Wait...... Xavier is driving me insane. I'm going to hit him with a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dad says no to the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a comment asked what the point of my last post was, and the point was there was no point.&lt;br /&gt;Confusing right? Well that is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8259438448389463457?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8259438448389463457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-bluestar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8259438448389463457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8259438448389463457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-bluestar.html' title='Welcome Bluestar!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1737563518782596093</id><published>2010-05-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:44:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post 39</title><content type='html'>I just looked at how many posts I have, and the number is 38. Plus this one, 39.&lt;br /&gt;First I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh. I wonder why I looked at that." &lt;/span&gt;the I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I guess I haven't posted to much in all this time." &lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't go on the computer enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow that made me think of how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people go on the computer, and then how many people went on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; blog, and how I could get one of those things that tell me how many hits I get.&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered this one movie where this crazy person  had a website that when you typed in the web address a question came up: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you kill with me?"  &lt;/span&gt;And if you said yes, you went to his website.&lt;br /&gt;And for every hit this guy got, he put a drop of poison in his cat's milk.&lt;br /&gt;And more and more people checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;And more poison got in the cats dish.&lt;br /&gt;And that cat died.&lt;br /&gt;So, he got a human being.&lt;br /&gt;So all the T.V. networks, and radio shows and stuff warned people not to go on it.&lt;br /&gt;And people got curious.&lt;br /&gt;And went on the website.&lt;br /&gt;And eventually the guy got caught, but he had killed 10 people, and a cat.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't noticed, I really like cats.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I know I want one, I won't be able to look about, without thinking of that poor cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1737563518782596093?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1737563518782596093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-39.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1737563518782596093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1737563518782596093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-39.html' title='post 39'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1844342759176004694</id><published>2010-05-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:01:17.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Approved Websites</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you go to Ferry Elementary you will know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;div&gt;We have "Approved Websites". This means we can't even &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; about going on &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; of the list. Which just shows you how disobedient we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, This is the list: &lt;a href="http://www.learningforkids.com/approved.htm"&gt;http://www.learningforkids.com/approved.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Just click the link and discover how limited we Ferry kids are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1844342759176004694?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1844342759176004694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-approved-websites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1844342759176004694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1844342759176004694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-approved-websites.html' title='School Approved Websites'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8360468249918314028</id><published>2010-05-04T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:20:15.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey! Readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that get your attention? I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really disappointed about the number of comments here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have devised a plan to make you comment.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Imagine you are trapped on a tropical island a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;million miles &lt;/span&gt;away from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;And you free a genie from a bottle. But this genie has only been in his bottle for 5 minutes and says instead of 3 wishes you get 3 things and they can't get you off the island because you woke him up in the middle of his nap, and he is grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;What 3 things would you choose? I want you to answer this in a comment. If nobody comments, nobody reads my blog and I will be rather unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Like the genie you woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8360468249918314028?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8360468249918314028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-things.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8360468249918314028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8360468249918314028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-things.html' title='3 things.....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7828507342540883954</id><published>2010-05-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:19:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I have recommended books, movies, and plays. But now I am going to recommend music. Here is my list:               Albums                    Songs&lt;br /&gt;           Taylor Swift Fearless        House Quake (some swearing)&lt;br /&gt;F. Battistlli My Paper Heart       Brand New Day&lt;br /&gt;Revival In Belfast                          Ginny Is A Punk Rocker&lt;br /&gt;Super Chick ( Fave Band)           Voldemort Can't Stop The Rock&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Freedom Is Just A Hippogriff Away&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Percy Is A Prat&lt;br /&gt;                                                         The Music Meister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the songs and albums that came to my mind. Some good groups are:&lt;br /&gt;Draco and the Malfoys&lt;br /&gt;Harry and the Potters&lt;br /&gt;The Whomping Willows&lt;br /&gt;The Remus Lupins&lt;br /&gt;Super Chick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7828507342540883954?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7828507342540883954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7828507342540883954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7828507342540883954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7266686724815506024</id><published>2010-05-01T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:48:00.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Mis'/><title type='text'>Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cytonline.co.uk/images/LesMisLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 313px;" src="http://cytonline.co.uk/images/LesMisLogo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just watched Les Miserables at the Spring Lake High School.&lt;br /&gt;It took place in the French Revolution in France.&lt;br /&gt;It was from a book by Victor Hugo, of which I'm thinking of reading.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely amazing, but there was some blood, and characters died, so I wouldn't suggest this to younger people. (Like under 6 is a good age limit I think)&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise it was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;It was a musical, so the songs are still going around in my head. My favorite song was "Look Down". The orchestra did a great job, no mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdRJTr23gQo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdRJTr23gQo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead role, Jean Valjean (played by Raymond Strobel) was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;singer. I could not sing that high, my lungs would pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; favorite character was Eponine (played by Emily Roberge) the daughter of a crooked innkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;The innkeeper was easily the funniest character, bringing laughter to an otherwise rather sad play.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say it is no longer playing, but you can read the book, and watch other productions from Spring Lake High School.&lt;br /&gt;I give this play a full 9 lives (5 stars to any non-Awesomethingsanites.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7266686724815506024?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7266686724815506024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/les-miserables.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7266686724815506024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7266686724815506024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/05/les-miserables.html' title='Les Miserables'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5628215491850055994</id><published>2010-04-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:09:46.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>Phoenix Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5e/XMen135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5e/XMen135.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched a X-Men episode with Xavier today. It was the one about the Phoenix saga.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of Phoenix Force is that its a unlimited energy force that gets more energy the more it uses it. I get the idea that modern business men in reality, would kill for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix came to Jean Grey when she was driving a space ship through a radiation flare. Which is a really stupid thing to do, but she didn't actually have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;She and her companions had been kidnapped by some anti-mutants freak in space and she was trying to get home. Hence the hurry.&lt;br /&gt;So she is dying from radiation. On a spaceship. In outer space. Which is not a good combination. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But the Phoenix Force comes, bonds with her, and saves her and her friends lives.&lt;br /&gt;This would be where she would get with her boyfriend, get married and live happily ever after. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But some weirdo mind-control guy makes her think she is evil, and has her join the Hellfire club.&lt;br /&gt;While the X-Men are hated because they are different from the rest of humanity, the Hellfire club is loved by the public because they are, after all, what America stands for. The wealthy, the privileged, and the famous.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people know that they are intent on dominating all of humanity. It isn't really something they advertise to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Phoenix Force is not gullible. It shook off Masterminds mind control, but the new personality stayed.&lt;br /&gt;She then killed Mastermind, and he hasn't come back in any way, I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;As Dark Phoenix, she could have literally destroyed the universe if another telepathic, Charles  Xavier had not pulled Jeans personality back into charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she still committed suicide in fear Dark Phoenix would return.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that phoenix was to powerful to be killed. So Jean Grey came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get anything, but I think there is a lesson here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not fly space shuttles in radiation flares!&lt;/span&gt; Also, if for some reason you do; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just die and don't accept help from any unlimited sources of power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the only lesson here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Hi Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxOQTaLTFrU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxOQTaLTFrU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5628215491850055994?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5628215491850055994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/phoenix-force.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5628215491850055994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5628215491850055994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/phoenix-force.html' title='Phoenix Force'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5197735439548931007</id><published>2010-04-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:19:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>squadie game</title><content type='html'>Its common knowledge that my brother is a superhero fanatic, and I'm not, right? But I have found a superhero  computer game that I like. Have you ever heard of Castle Defense? Well, this is kind of like it, its called Stark Tower Defense. And its pretty cool. There is a lot of shooting robots and missiles with tanks, which is, personally, what hooked me. Not only does it satisfy my craving for watching fireworks, (cause that's what it looks like) but its also a strategy game. Of course, it was made for a T.V. show, a T.V. show I wouldn't recommend by the way, There is a website. Here it is: &lt;a href="http://superherosquad.marvel.com/games/stark_tower_defense"&gt;http://superherosquad.marvel.com/games/stark_tower_defense&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;That's all folks!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5197735439548931007?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5197735439548931007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/squadie-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5197735439548931007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5197735439548931007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/squadie-game.html' title='squadie game'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-133936136134205397</id><published>2010-04-03T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:31:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Catsup</title><content type='html'>Well, I've gone to school a lot. And church&lt;div&gt;We have had my moms birthday. We got her Jurassic  park, and jaws. And we are having her cake today, even though her birthday was on the 31st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were not really doing much. Not that life here is boring, cause there is no way life here is boring, we clean to much for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family is bracing itself for the next Harry Potter movie. We disliked the 6th movie a lot, so If this one isn't up to stuff, we don't by either of them. If its good, we complete our collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched the Princess and the Frog. Not a bad movie. They just should have rated it PG. There was a lot of unhappy parents carrying petrified 3 year olds from that theatre.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess thats it. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-133936136134205397?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/133936136134205397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-catsup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/133936136134205397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/133936136134205397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-catsup.html' title='April Catsup'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3643669880086025404</id><published>2010-02-22T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:48:58.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferry elementery'/><title type='text'>the truely horrifying tale of how more then half of the entire 5th grade got punished. (for no apparent reason)</title><content type='html'>If you want to think that all of the school officials and playground supervisors are fair and completely  sane, don't read this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;If your stupid enough that you might run around claiming the worlds going to end at 20-12 because there are like, 2 unfair yard teachers walking around on the surface of the earth, don't read this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;If you are my arch enemy or something, leave this blog and and report yourself to the proper authorities. (like the ones circling your evil fortress on Madagascar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that covers that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was not in the crowd that was unjustly punished for something that 29 out of 30 of them didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;I have Maiya and Marah to thank for this. if they hadn't been eating lunch with me, I would have been outside hanging out by the slide that it happened by, with my friends. And the yard teachers take no prisoners......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this story from Anonymous, and so I will tell it from the Anonymous point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous went outside with his friends. he was excited about the new game the 5th grade had come up with.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Luge type of game. You would go down on your bottom, like usual, but you would get launching and landing points.&lt;br /&gt;If you sat down and slowly, slowly, slowly, made your way down the luge track, that would be a bad take off.                                                             And if you totally wiped out, that would be a bad landing.&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;Of course anonymous wasn't a contestant, he was going to brush snow on the track between each time someone went down, that way the track wouldn't dry out.&lt;br /&gt;So that, was what Anonymous did.&lt;br /&gt;But, soon other people got tired of the long time it took for him to spread the snow along the track, and got the dumb idea that it would be better to throw snowballs at the slide.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pause this story for a bit to give you some background information.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I have readers who are not, and have never been, at ferry elementary. It is a well known fact that you are not supposed to even lift snow of the ground, let alone throw it.&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;This brought the yard teacher over, ready to give some warnings or punishments (it depended who the students were) And then she saw it happen.&lt;br /&gt;One of the people who were throwing snowballs (we don't know who) hit the person on the top of the slide. The kid fell down the slide. The teacher came over and put every one with in 10 yards on the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who haven't heard of the infamous "Wall" punishment it is where the person being punish stands, back to the wall, without moving, talking, or really doing anything at all, until recces is over.&lt;br /&gt;So that was how more than half of the 5th grade got punished unjustly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3643669880086025404?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3643669880086025404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/02/truely-horrifying-tale-of-how-more-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3643669880086025404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3643669880086025404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/02/truely-horrifying-tale-of-how-more-then.html' title='the truely horrifying tale of how more then half of the entire 5th grade got punished. (for no apparent reason)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6001940996048626178</id><published>2010-01-16T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:11:05.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DPV's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right! D.P.V! Disney Princess Vampires! &lt;div&gt;Straight from the Twilight series these sugar-coated so called "vampires" are a insult to the entire vampire nation. Seriously, I was going to shut myself in my coffin forever in embarrassment.  I have decided to warn the world away from these insults to the name of vampires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that makes this whole "vampires that just sparkle in the day" business is the fact that me and Bella (Edwards girlfriend) share names. Its humiliating sharing anything at all with a loved one to a D.P.V. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we come to Edward. Come on! The entire"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vegetarian"&lt;/span&gt; vampire idea is a laugh. We feed on human blood. Unless we were dogs, then we would drink dog blood, Vampire cats would drink cats blood, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! I almost forgot! My superiors have told me to warn you about a vampire hamster that thinks is a human so it is going around drinking human blood. Why would we warn you? we need your blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6001940996048626178?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6001940996048626178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/01/dpvs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6001940996048626178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6001940996048626178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/01/dpvs.html' title='DPV&apos;s!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8624706416020992421</id><published>2010-01-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:20:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick up these books and read them.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted since December, I have been kind of busy with Christmas, my birthday, and the return of school. &lt;div&gt;As you might have been able to tell with my title, I'm posting about books. Big surprise right! Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, Mason I do have a life I just spend it in a book, and there is &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; wrong with reading a 200 page book in one night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of books I want to share with you, so I'm just writing the books (or series) names, and then 2 sentences worth of review. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fable Haven: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This series is a lot like the sisters Grimm, Except the creatures in fable haven are mystically bound by rules set by the caretakers. Fable Haven is like those wildlife preserves in Africa, where they keep endangered animals, in case they go extinct. That's what Fable Haven is. Except it doesn't have elephants or tigers, it has trolls and naiads.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uglies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone ever watched the "Twilight Zone" on T.V? If you have you'll know just what this series is about. In this series, when your born, your a Littlie. When you outgrow being a cute Littlie you become a Ugly. When you turn 16 you have an operation that makes you Pretty.  If you live to an old age, you become a Crumbly. Once you become Pretty you never leave the city. Ever. That's a fact of life. That's not what happened to Tally Youngblood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Enchanted Forest Chronicles: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;a series for dragon lovers. This series revolves around the four words: It's simply not done.&lt;br /&gt;These books are about: A princess so bored with her lessons (you know, when to scream. Scream: your carried away by a troll. Don't scream: you see the the amount you owe Fairy Godmothers Inc. for those glass slipper you bought last June.) That she goes to the Dragons to ask if they will capture her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A king who cancels all of the royal balls and such, so he can go exploring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A witch who is quite pretty, and grows cabbages that turn 7-foot rabbits that dye their hair white into blue donkeys with a 8-foot wing span. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus a magic sucking wizard society bent on making a war between the humans and the dragons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fire _______ Series:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hrrrrr...... Not Grrr! Welcome to the Pennykettle household! A place where clay dragons are mysteriously kilned without a potters oven, Doorknobs are lit on fire when whatever is inside the room you seek doesn't think you should enter, Hrrrr's echo from every corner, And while the house is always warm there's no furnace or fireplace in sight! David, the tenant in this extraordinary house is sure that all this means that the clay draons Mrs.Pennykettle make are alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all I got folks! &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/6749096664096409643-8624706416020992421?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8624706416020992421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/01/pick-up-these-books-and-read-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8624706416020992421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8624706416020992421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2010/01/pick-up-these-books-and-read-them.html' title='pick up these books and read them.'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5219149453646590383</id><published>2009-12-13T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:43:53.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pagent/Choir/Bake Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyajbyHUOJI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG7SoUAc9TQ/s1600-h/IMG_3884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyajbyHUOJI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG7SoUAc9TQ/s400/IMG_3884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415195299663853714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Mary got cloned and the clone was not only cloned Mary but cloned Mary sang in the 6 person choir (the other 5 people weren't clones.)  and sold cookies at a bake sale. Then cloned Mary got home wrote a book report and this blog post on a computer. And nobody noticed that cloned Mary looked nothing like the original Mary besides the original Mary who for some reasoned noticed that cloned Mary was several heads taller than her and wore glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Christmas pageant went well except that I noticed a couple of glitches in the screen writing. The angels left to tell the shepherds Jesus was born before Joseph spoke a word to the innkeeper, and the shepherds never saw baby Jesus. But otherwise it was a great show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I sang a song with 5 other girls in front of the church. It was a short song and I seemed to be the only one not at all worried about my performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bake sale went well and we now have enough money to buy a cow, a sheep, and a flock of chickens for people in need on the other side of the world. I helped out by selling the bake goods people donated. Mom helped out by donating food, Helping set up, selling the food, Making other merchandise, and cleaning up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so far, That was my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyajbtDHglI/AAAAAAAABBU/3Lxhictn1HE/s1600-h/IMG_3888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyajbtDHglI/AAAAAAAABBU/3Lxhictn1HE/s400/IMG_3888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415195298304066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5219149453646590383?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5219149453646590383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pagentchoirbake-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5219149453646590383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5219149453646590383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pagentchoirbake-sale.html' title='Christmas Pagent/Choir/Bake Sale'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyajbyHUOJI/AAAAAAAABBc/XG7SoUAc9TQ/s72-c/IMG_3884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5337249344308351042</id><published>2009-11-29T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:52:30.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakKCrs_tI/AAAAAAAABB8/-Lnn1lVHKZw/s1600-h/IMG_3764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakKCrs_tI/AAAAAAAABB8/-Lnn1lVHKZw/s400/IMG_3764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415196094385422034" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakJsFkeXI/AAAAAAAABB0/ZfrGP63Iv3Y/s1600-h/IMG_3739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakJsFkeXI/AAAAAAAABB0/ZfrGP63Iv3Y/s400/IMG_3739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415196088319900018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakJa61aNI/AAAAAAAABBs/Ck9Gk2Bdd94/s1600-h/IMG_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakJa61aNI/AAAAAAAABBs/Ck9Gk2Bdd94/s400/IMG_3723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415196083711469778" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakI4gyIzI/AAAAAAAABBk/BAjlO3fhZkI/s1600-h/IMG_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakI4gyIzI/AAAAAAAABBk/BAjlO3fhZkI/s400/IMG_3785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415196074475397938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have miraculously noticed the absence of posts in November you might be wondering what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, If you weren't born a miracle child or you don't have ESP you would have simply enjoyed your own thanksgiving instead of sitting around sticking your mind into other peoples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. Even if you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telepathic&lt;/span&gt; you probably have guessed by the title here that my family vacationed in Chicago for thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there and back we listened to the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dragon Rider" &lt;/span&gt;on tape. I will have to write a book review on this book. It is absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the museum of science and industry to see the "holidays around the world exhibit". It was fun and educational. Did you know there is a country called Hungary that puts food on their christmas trees? I could have died of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5337249344308351042?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5337249344308351042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5337249344308351042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5337249344308351042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicago.html' title='chicago!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SyakKCrs_tI/AAAAAAAABB8/-Lnn1lVHKZw/s72-c/IMG_3764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1685701684969784174</id><published>2009-11-08T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:51:22.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 Angry Jurors'/><title type='text'>12 Angry Jurors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SvcvFgalQRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pSqd5WX0QwI/s1600-h/12angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SvcvFgalQRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pSqd5WX0QwI/s400/12angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401838049701478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched a Play at the Spring Lake High School called "12 Angry Jurors".  If I had been asleep half the time I would have said that it was about some kid who had supposedly murdered his father. But, I WASN'T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asleep half the time and the Play was too interesting to fall asleep during anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Play was about (Want to guess?) 12 very angry Jurors. Or maybe it should have been called 7 angry Jurors because not all of the Jurors were angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the Play was Incredible. This Play is a classic. It has been reintroduced many times. The Movie was made after the Play was first Introduced. Both were hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you might want me to REALLY tell you about this Play.  Here we go: There are 12 Jurors. No wait, You already know that. Let me try again. There is this kid. His mom died when he was 9.  His dad beat him up on a regular basis. He had been caught several times during knife fights. He had been sent to reformed school for stabbing someone. The kid is now the age of 19 and Is arrested with the charge of killing his father with a knife. One witness claims to have seen him do it, the other claims to have heard it all and then seen the boy run down the stairs of their apartment building. The knife that was found in the fathers chest was identical to the one that the boy had bought that very morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if the kid's found guilty he'll die in the electric chair. His life lies in the balance of what 12 Jurors decide. The Play is not about the decision, as much of the deciding. The movie is not about  the kid, but the jurors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason that this play is obviously a made up story is that nobody in their right minds would have picked some of these people for the jury.  One man has a son who went through much of the same things the kid had. He had beat up his son. Later the son ran away. The man hates the kid because he reminds him of his son. He simply wants the kid to die, guilty or not.&lt;br /&gt;Another hates all people from bad towns like where the kids from. She doesn't care if he's guilty for this crime, but is sure he will do something else.  Another still just wants it to be over so he could go watch sports.  And one more just goes with whatever most people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is why jury selection is important. Thinking about this wretched Jury selection made me think of another doomed Jury.  It was a class project. One of my teachers picked out our jury. This jury consisted of: the accused brother, friends of the accused, friends of the defense attorney, and a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt;.  Can you guess how that turned out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is a Play/Movie that makes you think. I would suggest bringing your brain to the place you are going to watch this movie. I'm not going to point any fingers, but for those of you who keep your brains in your bed room drawers when you go to school- Keep them in your head during this movie. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This play is no longer showing at the high school, but if you want to see it rent the movie at your local Family Video, Block Buster, Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the kid even have a hope? Find out! Seriously. Find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Illustration by XMG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1685701684969784174?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1685701684969784174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-angry-jurors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1685701684969784174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1685701684969784174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-angry-jurors.html' title='12 Angry Jurors'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SvcvFgalQRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pSqd5WX0QwI/s72-c/12angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6499056496495551000</id><published>2009-11-01T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:40:46.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVgcWoGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0a_fdD1Wijc/s1600-h/IMG_3624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVgcWoGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0a_fdD1Wijc/s400/IMG_3624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188501563875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party of a sort and our guests included the friendly Now that Halloween is done and over, And all were left with as a reminder of this holiday are some pumpkins, sugar skulls,  soiled costumes, and a one big bag of candy!&lt;br /&gt;We had a Halloween party of a sort and our guests included the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minnebos&lt;/span&gt;, and our grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVgcWoGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0a_fdD1Wijc/s1600-h/IMG_3624.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture, From left to right: Anna as Quinlan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Voss&lt;/span&gt; (a Star Wars character, of course.) Lilly as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amedala&lt;/span&gt;, My dad as (if you haven't already guessed.) Darth Maul, Next me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashoka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tano&lt;/span&gt;, My brother as young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anikan&lt;/span&gt;, Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Minnebo&lt;/span&gt; as Han Solo (The easiest name to spell by far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVgcWoGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0a_fdD1Wijc/s1600-h/IMG_3624.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVUJp5EI/AAAAAAAAA6k/KDB9zdIncN4/s1600-h/IMG_3618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVUJp5EI/AAAAAAAAA6k/KDB9zdIncN4/s400/IMG_3618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188498264220738" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVCvCctI/AAAAAAAAA6c/2hLsRDVPI6M/s1600-h/IMG_3617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 403px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVCvCctI/AAAAAAAAA6c/2hLsRDVPI6M/s400/IMG_3617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188493589181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above-  Me. I hope I look enough like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FWkHpMwI/AAAAAAAAA68/XPJBS7QglaY/s1600-h/IMG_3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FWkHpMwI/AAAAAAAAA68/XPJBS7QglaY/s400/IMG_3644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188519730623234" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FWHSgj3I/AAAAAAAAA60/IvPrO5yMQsg/s1600-h/IMG_3647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FWHSgj3I/AAAAAAAAA60/IvPrO5yMQsg/s400/IMG_3647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188511991566194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; guess which  pumpkin's mine, I made the cat pumpkin and Mr. Minnebo made the awesome one. His pumpkin is worth $50.00 as thats what he got for it when he won a pumpkin carving contest.&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Halloween was as fun as mine was!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-6499056496495551000?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6499056496495551000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6499056496495551000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6499056496495551000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/Su3FVgcWoGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0a_fdD1Wijc/s72-c/IMG_3624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2591954743168006720</id><published>2009-10-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:34:31.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sticky Silverware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnets'/><title type='text'>Movie report/Market Day/Food Pantry</title><content type='html'>Well I have to say I have been neglecting blog duties lately. So lets get cracking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK15KXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7igW0JHEKiE/s1600-h/IMG_3538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK15KXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7igW0JHEKiE/s400/IMG_3538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857549373906882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  #1 Movie Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the movie "Where The Wild Things Are" It isn't scary, (Well except for when there was threatening of eating people up. Of which happened a lot.) Really it was more depressing. If you've seen the trailer then you might think I'm wrong and the movie's all happy and everything. well it isn't so you would wrong. It was a cool movie certainly. Very entertaining. I would watch it again in a heartbeat. but this is not a movie for little kids. Its deep. The director definitely knew what he was doing. I suggest this movie to ages 10 and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2hIXEuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LF2JBiBYqHQ/s1600-h/IMG_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2hIXEuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LF2JBiBYqHQ/s400/IMG_3601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857560102900450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  #2 Market Day 2009 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2Ny9YsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AGvkYFsy1_U/s1600-h/IMG_3599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2Ny9YsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AGvkYFsy1_U/s400/IMG_3599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857554912862914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Idea Going to Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the main reason for this post is to tell you about my market day experience. It all started when my mom bought a fork magnet that we thought would be fun to make for Christmas gifts. It had wire wrapped around it in a design and we all thought it was pretty cool.  Months later at school my teacher  announced that the class was going to do market day. It would be an opportunity for us to learn about making and running a business. It was a good idea. I decided it might be fun to make silverware magnets with a Golden touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2bckmbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/piVhWLOG5bQ/s1600-h/IMG_3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK2bckmbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/piVhWLOG5bQ/s400/IMG_3600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857558577060274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making "Yzzy's Sticky Silverware"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we started scouting out thrift stores for cheap but nice silverware.  I decided to make spoon and knife magnets as well.  Using recycled materials is not only energy efficient it keeps product costs low.  I purchased wire with coupons and my dad found a good buy on the internet for magnets.  I'm passing on these savings to my customers with a low price of $1.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGwShvNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/X9Qxvn7XNSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGwShvNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/X9Qxvn7XNSQ/s400/IMG_3609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858938561608914" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGU3RLkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/539P3VAS8qA/s1600-h/IMG_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGU3RLkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/539P3VAS8qA/s400/IMG_3610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858931199520322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMG8uDbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TcvBeGzyH88/s1600-h/IMG_3608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMG8uDbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TcvBeGzyH88/s400/IMG_3608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858941898288738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGA5go1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/i5ijHSn60ak/s1600-h/IMG_3612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGA5go1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/i5ijHSn60ak/s400/IMG_3612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858925840212818" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGBh3VsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yClw17-iOyo/s1600-h/IMG_3611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukMGBh3VsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yClw17-iOyo/s400/IMG_3611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858926009472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hands hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has any one ever told you how hard wrapping wire around silverware is? Well I'm telling you now, it's hard!  I wouldn't want to making these the rest of my life, and my hands agree with me.  So these designs are very limited, if you are interested please buy them now as I don't know how long my hands will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Food Pantry&lt;br /&gt;Our church Saint Johns has a food bank. The kids in our sunday school are collecting food for it. we made an ad for the food bank.   The economy is failing and there are people everywhere who need food.  We hope our poster helps the people who need food get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK25k0q0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/C2VH_u4gKSA/s1600-h/IMG_3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK25k0q0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/C2VH_u4gKSA/s400/IMG_3606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857566664731458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-2591954743168006720?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2591954743168006720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-reportmarket-dayfood-pantry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2591954743168006720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2591954743168006720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-reportmarket-dayfood-pantry.html' title='Movie report/Market Day/Food Pantry'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SukK15KXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7igW0JHEKiE/s72-c/IMG_3538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2109682835783739781</id><published>2009-10-12T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:54:16.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art on the Street'/><title type='text'>Art on the Street</title><content type='html'>Cool cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4xIojbmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/0vJ83TAZ2a8/s1600-h/IMG_3532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4xIojbmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/0vJ83TAZ2a8/s400/IMG_3532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391715595674938978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM30ZWtKVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/mP-g8adQ6r0/s1600-h/IMG_3534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM30ZWtKVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/mP-g8adQ6r0/s400/IMG_3534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391714552191461714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4wtd5RUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2GkzwG2LCck/s1600-h/IMG_3528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4wtd5RUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2GkzwG2LCck/s400/IMG_3528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391715588382475586" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4wKJVKmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/PuNXwlp4cfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4wKJVKmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/PuNXwlp4cfQ/s400/IMG_3525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391715578900982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art on the street! Come check it out! Downtown Grand haven! you got to see it now! there gonna take it down! Artists from all over west michigan came to paint a picture. They are currently at the construction site at washingston st. we were outside the coffee grounds. are pictures are there. For those in Voyagers who knew him Brandon helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a  party this saturday (guess whose!) and I will post about it.  Those who went to last years slumber party will know what I mean when I say this will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2109682835783739781?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2109682835783739781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-on-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2109682835783739781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2109682835783739781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-on-street.html' title='Art on the Street'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/StM4xIojbmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/0vJ83TAZ2a8/s72-c/IMG_3532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-695946014177635513</id><published>2009-10-02T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T04:45:22.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poptropica'/><title type='text'>Poptropica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poptropica is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cool website! it is now officially my favorite game site &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! It didn't ask me any personal information! it didn't ask for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; information! On Poptropica there are a bunch of different islands. You have to decide which island you go on once you make your character and account. There's Lot's of different islands. I am on spy island, Xavi s on the Super Hero island. There is also a Shark island and native American type that I can't really remember right now. But any way &lt;a href="http://www.Poptropica.com"&gt;Poptropica&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome website so I hope to see you there! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_RNj_WJAqo/Skt7nfp2mmI/AAAAAAAAARE/VTnWnwr1vc8/s320/poptropica1.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_RNj_WJAqo/Skt7nfp2mmI/AAAAAAAAARE/VTnWnwr1vc8/s320/poptropica1.png" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Psst! If you choose the spy island have your character go right first. I'm not so sure about the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-695946014177635513?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/695946014177635513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/poptropica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/695946014177635513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/695946014177635513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/poptropica.html' title='Poptropica!'/><author><name>X or Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02769042142768841954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jxJ_ypjA6w/TgO0DfByOXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SY7Ky5949DY/s220/calvin%2Band%2Bhobbes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_RNj_WJAqo/Skt7nfp2mmI/AAAAAAAAARE/VTnWnwr1vc8/s72-c/poptropica1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-313578435779326745</id><published>2009-10-01T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:43:39.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most ausomest book ever that contains math ever!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Mouse Dragon slayer! Baby Mouse is a mouse (I'm betting you already figured that out.) Who goes to middle school, Walks on two legs, Has a thing for cupcakes, and is horrible at math. Which is tough because her teacher signed her up for the M-Athletes who are  just about to compete in the math tournament to bring the "Golden Slide Rule" back from the "Owlgorithisoms" to it's right place in their school. How does all this fit in with Dragons? Baby Mouse has a thing for reading. And this book includes obvious references to some well known classic tales my favorite part in this story being an obvious reference when some fur coats and snow appear in her locker. Baby Mouse is a graphic novel series with a more books in it then I care to count. This book is not the only one with references to classic stories and a funny one is "Baby Mouse: Monster Mash!" has an obvious reference to McBeth. Really I would suggest the entire series but I have not actually read them all. The first book is "Baby Mouse: Queen of the world!" This series made me laugh and ask my parents "This line doesn't mean anything does it? does it?! DOES IT?!!!" And trust me - this is as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes I know that it's bad grammar and also yes I know that it is spelled wrong. It is fine by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-313578435779326745?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/313578435779326745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-ausomest-book-ever-that-contains.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/313578435779326745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/313578435779326745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-ausomest-book-ever-that-contains.html' title='The most ausomest book ever that contains math ever!*'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7382189128095202378</id><published>2009-09-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:22:29.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silvanna De Mari'/><title type='text'>"The Last Dragon" You have to read this! seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Last Dragon" is a beautifully written story by Silvana De Mari. This is a book for readers who read for fun - not because they have to.  This book is more about an elf than a dragon which disappointed me a little when I first read it but now makes a lot of sense. This book is a page turner that kept me up all night thinking about what might happen next. (It didn't help that I was sick) And if you have not yet got what I'm trying to say; I highly suggest reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yzzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7382189128095202378?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7382189128095202378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-dragon-you-have-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7382189128095202378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7382189128095202378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-dragon-you-have-to-read-this.html' title='&quot;The Last Dragon&quot; You have to read this! seriously.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6337335947717441565</id><published>2009-08-29T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:05:48.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts: Movie Report!</title><content type='html'>I highly suggest this movie to all - Wait, I take that back. This movie was made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; a kid, (And his dad)  Made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; kids, And made&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for&lt;/span&gt; kids. This movie is one of the funniest things I have seen in my life besides other movies by this child and his brothers: Shark Boy and Lava Girl, and Spy Kids. (1, 2, and 3) Why the rates on this movie was low I have no idea. All I can say is that I have a new favorite actor: Jolie Vanier! She played "Helvectica Black" In Shorts. I won't give away the plot but if you watch this movie you need to pay attention to the details. there are it least 10 running gags in the plot. If you aren't a fan of walking overgrown boogers though, I would bring a "cone of silence" of a sort.Well that's probaly everything I have to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6337335947717441565?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6337335947717441565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/shorts-movie-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6337335947717441565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6337335947717441565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/shorts-movie-report.html' title='Shorts: Movie Report!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2564479457013136008</id><published>2009-08-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:45:24.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie!</title><content type='html'>I have to tell you quick that humans are high in fiber is on the family blog for all Golden family viewers. Thats all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2564479457013136008?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2564479457013136008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2564479457013136008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2564479457013136008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie.html' title='movie!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-6633686743463734862</id><published>2009-08-27T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:48:23.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keyboard cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tubby Paws'/><title type='text'>Woah. Thats weird.</title><content type='html'>My life recently has been very odd. I have now done the impossible: Made a keyboard playing cat that sits on box's!!! Have you heard of the term: "Play him off keyboard cat!"?  If not search "keyboard cat" on You Tube or if your not comfortable with that site simply use your favorite search engine. (Google, Yahoo, Etc....) Also yes I have noticed that the spider dog series is on my blog but that's fine. I still hope you visit my brothers blog. I also have discovered another blog. This blog belongs to an artist who does not reveal his or her name (I suspect its a her and so will you if you see this blog.) It is the most breathtaking thing I have seen in my life (I'm serious!!!) and it can not be explained.  You will as soon as you find this blog understand completely. No wait you might understand a bit if you hear the name: Tubby Paws. So &lt;a href="http://www.tubbypaws.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; and visit this blog! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-6633686743463734862?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/6633686743463734862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah-thats-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6633686743463734862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/6633686743463734862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah-thats-weird.html' title='Woah. Thats weird.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4635582549313219615</id><published>2009-08-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:55:38.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Spider-Dog is here!</title><content type='html'>The Amazing... er, Spectacular, er... Super...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider-Dog!  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27bdd7480430eaf0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d4e551256dd5ee9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4761a5cb3c6fded5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a354c19130dcbe5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bdad65cc284a8919&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd4a9e3c01950901&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4635582549313219615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/spider-dog-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4635582549313219615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4635582549313219615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/spider-dog-is-here.html' title='Spider-Dog is here!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7048232884157003354</id><published>2009-08-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:45:08.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Series!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello readers!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;GoldenFilms&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has created another hit! The Director (me) Wanted to make a stop motion picture about a dog. The first reason for wanting to make this movie was because stop motion is fun. It also takes a rather large chip of forever and thats a perfect excuse to stay up till midnight.&amp;nbsp; The dog part is because most people love dogs and are always interested in movies about them. (This is how most dog movies become hits, good movie or not.) But my idea for a dog movie was nothing like what it ended up being. See my movie simply had a dog that drove people crazy not a dog who took the criminally crazy and web slinged them to doggy jail.&amp;nbsp; But thats what happened doubtless of wether it had my approval or not. The idea of a "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spider-Dog&lt;/span&gt;" Spread through the Golden household faster then the flu. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spider-Dog&lt;/span&gt; is Currently (or almost) on my brothers blog. My dad is working on taking the rather large movie (which we have recently turned into episodes.) and spliting them apart so they will fit on my brothers blog. We are sure &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spider-Dog&lt;/span&gt; will be a hit. feel free to post comments on both of are blogs about &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spider-Dog&lt;/span&gt; Season 1 and keep watch for news on the up comeing seasons of which are already wrote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salutations from the cast and crew of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Spider-Dog&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/6749096664096409643-7048232884157003354?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7048232884157003354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7048232884157003354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7048232884157003354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-series.html' title='New Series!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-2428102166259134519</id><published>2009-08-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:02:18.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Camp Newaygo!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDwsDCjWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GAMsERtTo5o/s1600-h/FH000004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDwsDCjWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GAMsERtTo5o/s320/FH000004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335584399297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin 8 before the friday night banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have read my latest post (I doubt you have i just made it 15 minutes ago) you will know that i recently got back from camp! Church camp was fun (And apparently safe because everywhere else is a total wreck while we just got a horrible thunderstorm. Please check my family's blog for further info) and had lots of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just remembered that we didn't sign me out. (meaning everyone thinks I'm hiding in a cabin or something. Not good.) I admit that it's my fault for forgetting to tell mom and dad. I have decided to make lists instead of explaining the details of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things that came from camp are:&lt;br /&gt;#1 I have a new favorite food: Tater tot casserole!&lt;br /&gt;#2 I discovered that there is  city in west Michigan called Mendon!,&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm looking forward to wearing a bracelet i made&lt;br /&gt;#4 Here is the newest item on my christmas list: The cooks at camp!&lt;br /&gt;#5 Crafts.&lt;br /&gt;#6 Lots of new friends (more people to read my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;#7 New t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDyLdhMDI/AAAAAAAAACw/ozmuDPeLlI4/s1600-h/FH000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDyLdhMDI/AAAAAAAAACw/ozmuDPeLlI4/s320/FH000023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335610011725874" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDx-5v9fI/AAAAAAAAACo/m0ty76XUdyg/s1600-h/FH000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDx-5v9fI/AAAAAAAAACo/m0ty76XUdyg/s320/FH000021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335606640473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                     to the left: Lauren, Paige, Gabby before formation. To the right: Celia, and a C.I.T. (Counceler In Training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings i learned at camp:&lt;br /&gt;#1 Never use a bathroom that was currently used by a 4 year old! Gross!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Next time your cabin mate wakes you up in the middle of the night to get up and grab a minutare flower shaped pillow; Ignore her and go back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;#3 They mean church camp literally: 3 services every day!&lt;br /&gt;#4 Life gets your hands covered in marker stains.&lt;br /&gt;#5 I can't have an outdoor wedding.&lt;br /&gt;#6 When there is a camp activity named "Epispicol arts" you should start looking behind you.&lt;br /&gt;#7  There is nothing wrong with vegitarians! (not that i didn't know that)&lt;br /&gt;#8 Haveing a card with your number and stuff to give to people is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDxSfIhFI/AAAAAAAAACg/rSEBGaOtV6c/s1600-h/FH000012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDxSfIhFI/AAAAAAAAACg/rSEBGaOtV6c/s320/FH000012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335594717676626" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDxF-4WAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Aqwhin3f8g4/s1600-h/FH000006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDxF-4WAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Aqwhin3f8g4/s320/FH000006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335591361173506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the right: Cabin 8 after a wedding! to the left: bridesmaids/cabin mates Abby and Eryn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that about wraps it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-2428102166259134519?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/2428102166259134519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/camp-newaygo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2428102166259134519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/2428102166259134519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/camp-newaygo.html' title='Camp Newaygo!!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SodDwsDCjWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GAMsERtTo5o/s72-c/FH000004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5614358714473398342</id><published>2009-08-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:18:36.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"humans are high in fiber"movie</title><content type='html'>For those who have been wondering when the movie is coming to my blog i have no real answer for you.  Actually the movie is not even in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possession. Our cousin Tara is editing it for us and she works at her own time. I am sure it &lt;/span&gt;will be done soon but I really have no way of telling. I also just returned from camp Newaygo and i am going to post about camp really soon! like right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5614358714473398342?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5614358714473398342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/humans-are-high-in-fibermovie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5614358714473398342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5614358714473398342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/humans-are-high-in-fibermovie.html' title='&quot;humans are high in fiber&quot;movie'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-1569787539275043905</id><published>2009-08-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:50:46.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop Motion Animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Petitesky Stone</title><content type='html'>Story inspired by Alice, animation inspired by Anna Minnebo, Ysabela brings you her first stop motion animation.  The story of a girl shrunk by magic, attacked and helped by mysterious beings, and... well, let's not give away the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e0eb5e46c98e7f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e0eb5e46c98e7f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330066457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18B3E7B9C1057E149EE9F36DA31A8B3C31F9F5A1.8E4336D51E0A64078691871669F4D02CA696C36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e0eb5e46c98e7f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLhcSSUA6utvoxMfERNB3NCaC0d0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e0eb5e46c98e7f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330066457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18B3E7B9C1057E149EE9F36DA31A8B3C31F9F5A1.8E4336D51E0A64078691871669F4D02CA696C36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e0eb5e46c98e7f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLhcSSUA6utvoxMfERNB3NCaC0d0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-1569787539275043905?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e0eb5e46c98e7f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/1569787539275043905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/petitesky-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1569787539275043905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/1569787539275043905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/08/petitesky-stone.html' title='Petitesky Stone'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3950616656838265097</id><published>2009-07-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:59:07.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humans are High in Fiber'/><title type='text'>Script to the latest epic</title><content type='html'>Soon to appear at j-k-x-y.blogspot.com, an extended family production...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Humans are High in Fiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's the script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Humans are High in Fiber (Working Title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 1: House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Affluent is addressing the king, who is on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic is working.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Sire? It’s Lord Affluent reporting for duty. Sire, my Anti-Giant program is certainly working! The number of giants is getting lower everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(pause) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Huh? Oh, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; we got the Macabre tribe first! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just one survivor! It’s a female named Ecstasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No sire, I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;an idiot we are tracking her down at this very moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(While Affluent talks Acerbic walks around working.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Wrap it up Father! Dinners ready! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Can’t dinner wait, Acerbic? I’m talking with the king! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Whatever. Be quick about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Sorry about that sire. My daughter isn’t as sweet as she looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Come over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and say that you jerk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Shakes fists menacingly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Did I mention how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a cook she is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Shut up Acerbic. (To king) Anyway, I don’t think finding Ecstasy will be a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy walks in. Acerbic sees her and gulps.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Giants are pretty stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy grabs Acerbic. Acerbic squeals.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Shut up, Acerbic. And Giants smell terrible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy narrows her eyes and makes a fist with her free hand. Acerbic sees the fist covers her head and screams.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Acerbic! What in the world are you- (turns around) oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Why don’t you walk over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and tell me I’m stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: How about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: That’s right keep talking because you’re never gonna see the little lady again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Now wait a- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy drags Acerbic out of the room leaving Affluent alone. Affluent gets up walks to a plate of food sits down. And starts eating. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said she was a good cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 2: Woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Well isn’t this just my day! First dad made me make stroganoff, and then I get kidnapped by a giant- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Whatever. And now I’ve been tromping through the woods and I got my cloths dirty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Stop complaining or I’ll feed you to a wolf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Why wouldn’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; eat me? I thought Giants ate humans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Not much. No offense but humans taste like uncooked kale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: why eat us then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Humans are high in Fiber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 3: House\Office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Well as I am starting to get hungry I have better get my daughter back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Affluent gets out yellow book grabs a phone and flips through the pages.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Hmmm…. what do I need? A hero definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But what kind of hero? Cowardly Hero Company? nah. Perhaps Wimpy Warriors Incorporated? Nope. Ah Ha! Perfect! Heroes for Hire! I’ll call them immediately! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Press’s buttons on phone.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 4: Headquarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Gee Taciturn we haven't had much businesses lately have we? Should we join the hunt for that fangy queen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ring! Ring! Ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Taciturn you’re closest to the phone! Grab it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Oh yeah. You don’t talk. I’ll get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ring! Ring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ri-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Hello? Spencer of Heroes for Hire here. A job? Of course will take it! Damsel in distress? Our specialty! Giantess? That’s fine. Is it okay if we bring her back dead? Sir? Are you okay? Sir? Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Hangs up. To Taciturn) People never take that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (shrugs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our heroes look tired and damaged.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: This guy better really cough up the dough, Taciturn. That’s 2 dragons, 5 demons, 3 sphinx’s, And 7 rocs we’ve fought trying to find this girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: You’re right Taciturn! It is pretty odd that we haven’t seen any vampires as were walking through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; forest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Offstage: Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: What was that?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: I’ll take your word for it. Now duck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Both men duck to the ground and Wane hurls a stick at where there heads were) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: Hiss! Stupid mortal! Never resist a vampire! I’ll flay you alive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Well here’s our vampire Taciturn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Yeah whatever. Take out your sword! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: Idiot mortal! I am Wane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn (sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;? That’s… a boy’s name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And a little dorky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: Wane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(writes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: (pulls out her own paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;W-A-N-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: I hate to say this “Wane” but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; don’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Taciturn! Watch your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: Insolent mortal! Hiss! He wasn’t using his mouth! What did he say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Uh. You don’t want to know. And don’t call me “mortal” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wane: Mortal. I’ll call you what I want – I am Queen Wane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Spencer and Taciturn look at each other.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Your problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Taciturn bonks her on the head with his sword. She falls over.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Ouch. That’s gonna leave a mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: I heard the vampires are trying to find their queen…. Stuff her in this box. There might be a reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Heck no! I’m not about to trudge around all day with a box on my back! Once we rescue the lady we’ll come back for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 6: House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Ugh! I’m starving! When are those men going to bring back my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Daughter! Well since this an emergency……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Looks at menu for Chinese restraunt and picks it up.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent: Hello? Lord Affluent here. Yes I would like to order 4 containers of dumplings, 6 cartons of…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 7 woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Ecstasy! Look! Someone’s coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Yeah right! You’re just trying to trick me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: I’m not kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Acerbic stop it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Charge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: (weird sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: I told you so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Whatever. Just get down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Acerbic looks at Spencer’s sword.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: I’ve got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; problem with that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: I’ve got the giantess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Like heck you do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy put her hand on his head and pushes him back while he swings wildly at her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: I think I’m softening her up! Help me out here Taciturn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Taciturn rushes over and gets the same treatment as Spencer.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Take your hands off of us, you ugly hunk of meat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: Oh, you asked for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Ecstasy bonks their heads together.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Both men fall over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: I need something to take my mind of this revolting development. Want to go shopping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Super! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 8a: Affluent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord Affluent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dragon Express?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That was better than Stroganoff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, I am married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But she can’t cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 8b: Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Does this make my butt look big?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic: Everything looks big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Acerbic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every think books fig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecstasy: What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scene 8c: Headquarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: Wow! We might have lost a customer for not completing a job but boy did those vampires cough up when we returned their queen! We’re so rich we might actually be able to afford helping people without forcing them to pay us for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: That’d be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wait… You talk?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why talk now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taciturn: Had something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spencer: (weird gesture) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3950616656838265097?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3950616656838265097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-to-latest-epic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3950616656838265097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3950616656838265097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-to-latest-epic.html' title='Script to the latest epic'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8280929099796162926</id><published>2009-06-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:25:31.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I'm happy to say we've been &lt;b&gt;so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;busy that I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;had no chance to blog! First up Grandma Golden came up for a 2 day stay after her trip up from Mackinac. Then we had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;iona and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;emmineos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;rom &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;lorida. (There visit was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;antastic!) Then we had an &lt;/span&gt;awesome&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fathers Day (mostly awesome because of dad but Godzilla movie did help.) And then we had Andrew over for his birthday.  And then we moved our house downstairs to get ready for the windows. Oh yeah then we went to Lansing. First we picked up Mason from his tennis practice. Then we &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; hit the road. As soon as we got there (like &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; as soon as we got there we didn't even hit the hotel first!) we went to the Capitol. Now i would tell you about the Capitol but i gotta go to the grocery store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8280929099796162926?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8280929099796162926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8280929099796162926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8280929099796162926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3862596114806786895</id><published>2009-06-23T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:20:50.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godzilla'/><title type='text'>Godzilla</title><content type='html'>This picture was made for my dad on fathers day to go along with the godzilla movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3862596114806786895?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3862596114806786895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/godzilla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3862596114806786895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3862596114806786895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/godzilla.html' title='Godzilla'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7290811189356472267</id><published>2009-06-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:34:17.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran Mousavi'/><title type='text'>Iran in Trouble!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjUJuf2V1gI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5aWurO88vZk/s1600-h/chaosintehran.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Readers i have some shocking news for you! On the 12th &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt; voted about who would be their next president. The former president &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; (No really that's how you spell his name!) is certainly not my favorite candidate. He wants to blow up the entire country of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt;! Also he is just not my kind of guy. The other candidate is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; who is reformer and the favorite of the people of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt;. Now the people of Iran of course voted for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; but their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; has something else in mind. They announced that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; had won by almost everything! Now the people didn't understand at first. They wanted to call each other and ask if they had voted for  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahmadinejad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;government  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;had thought of that. They shut down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all cell phones texting services and news teams so that no one could converse about what had happened. but they had forgot one thing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! once everyone had discussed what had happened they realized that they had been cheated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjUJuf2V1gI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5aWurO88vZk/s320/chaosintehran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347190827000387074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They protested in the streets and there was chaos everywhere! Later the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; sent &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;police&lt;/span&gt; to stop the protests. It worked a little but it soon made them angrier and they started to attack the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;police.&lt;/span&gt;   And that's where we are now! its still happening! To get more information click here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/topics/iran"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;: http://www.bbc.co.uk/topics/iran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juancole.com/"&gt;Juan Cole&lt;/a&gt; (Iran expert) http://www.juancole.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad says ask your parents before clicking on a news link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7290811189356472267?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7290811189356472267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7290811189356472267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7290811189356472267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran-in-trouble.html' title='Iran in Trouble!!!!!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjUJuf2V1gI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5aWurO88vZk/s72-c/chaosintehran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8566118239567266791</id><published>2009-06-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:38:46.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title'/><title type='text'>My title is title!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello! This post is really more about updating  you about our crazy schedule than anything else! right now mom is on her way to a wedding  of which she will be back from Sunday! That gives her just enough time to get the house clean for when Grandma Golden comes out on Monday!  She leaves on Tuesday so mom can have the house ready for when the Feminineos come out on Thursday!  After that were clear! (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8566118239567266791?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8566118239567266791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-title-is-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8566118239567266791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8566118239567266791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-title-is-title.html' title='My title is title!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3228220377994008234</id><published>2009-06-13T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:48:57.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star wars party'/><title type='text'>Star Wars party!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjP0HDRutOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2y0DO7V44i8/s1600-h/Library+-+2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy7TKYfsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/i49scAaUKXE/s1600-h/Library+-+2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy64kt_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/n_aqIpfW9n0/s1600-h/Library+-+2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy64kt_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/n_aqIpfW9n0/s200/Library+-+2682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884276051639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just yesterday were transported to a galaxy far far away! Yes it was indeed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anna's  Star-Wars Birthday party!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And i was totally unrecognizable! I had weird hair and a really painted face! I was wearing a lot of purple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy7KZsRRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JEHMXJDSnHM/s1600-h/Library+-+2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy7KZsRRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JEHMXJDSnHM/s200/Library+-+2718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884280837227794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy6w8SR1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/3gN_Sm9zPdc/s1600-h/Library+-+2694.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy6w8SR1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/3gN_Sm9zPdc/s200/Library+-+2694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884274003003218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy64kt_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/n_aqIpfW9n0/s1600-h/Library+-+2682.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other guests besides my family (who were young Anikan and Count Dooku) was Darth Vader and Obi-Won Kenobi.  Our hosts were:  Ben the padawan (Anna),  Yoda  (Lilly), and Yoda's Lightsaber  (Heather) we made Snippets and had a lightsaber battle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjP0G26__2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/lsLrvKntzYo/s1600-h/Library+-+2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjP0G26__2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/lsLrvKntzYo/s200/Library+-+2751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346885581278281570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we were totally sweating and had all been beaten by Darth and Dooku we watched "Return of the Jedi"! When the movie was done we ate cake while Anna opened her presents. While i was talking a cat jumped on the remains of my cake! I shooed it off  and from that point on kept my eyes peeled for orange black and white Tabby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjP0HDRutOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2y0DO7V44i8/s1600-h/Library+-+2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjP0HDRutOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2y0DO7V44i8/s200/Library+-+2744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346885584594842850" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy7TKYfsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/i49scAaUKXE/s1600-h/Library+-+2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy7TKYfsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/i49scAaUKXE/s200/Library+-+2745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884283188936386" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6749096664096409643-3228220377994008234?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3228220377994008234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-wars-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3228220377994008234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3228220377994008234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-wars-party.html' title='Star Wars party!!!!!!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SjPy64kt_DI/AAAAAAAAAgE/n_aqIpfW9n0/s72-c/Library+-+2682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-5318204687122415020</id><published>2009-06-10T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:59:11.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Riding Hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaya'/><title type='text'>Biddy Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitjtTC_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWk7Oz6xuOg/s1600-h/Library+-+2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitjtTC_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWk7Oz6xuOg/s320/Library+-+2671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345881292507646962" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitT1LlZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0KmxiF0ibeM/s1600-h/Library+-+2667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitT1LlZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0KmxiF0ibeM/s320/Library+-+2667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345881288245745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitGc3muI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mq7qooh_6s4/s1600-h/Library+-+2665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitGc3muI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mq7qooh_6s4/s320/Library+-+2665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345881284654111458" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBisyrXpeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qsn-tXe5FY/s1600-h/Library+-+2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBisyrXpeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qsn-tXe5FY/s320/Library+-+2662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345881279346222562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up time! Kaya and her dog take on the part of Red riding hood and the Wolf! Red had fun but the wolf doesn't seem very happy about wearing a dress lots of fun taking pictures of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-5318204687122415020?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/5318204687122415020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/biddy-bye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5318204687122415020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/5318204687122415020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/biddy-bye.html' title='Biddy Bye'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkmOzSRphXs/SjBitjtTC_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWk7Oz6xuOg/s72-c/Library+-+2671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-8102213257380469669</id><published>2009-06-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:46:15.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untold grimm'/><title type='text'>The untold stories of the grimm party! (that are now told.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9emrvEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gIBxNW4xXak/s1600-h/IMG_2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As i hope i covered in my other posts, the Grimm party was awesome. But i feel that i didn't cover everything. Stuff such as; How i felt when i saw the house on the giants shoe, What bugs taste like, And why in the world i named my new Venus flytrap "Pretties" are the untold secrets of the Grimm party. So hold on tight and listen close cause I'm going to tell them to you top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1:00 pm...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock! Knock! At the moment the whole family is getting ready for the party. Were not expecting anyone till 3:00 so this is unexpected. I run toward the door. I open it-its Selena and Will! They lost the invite so they weren't sure what time it was. They came just in time to watch my mom spray paint my dads beard blue. strange experience. Until 3:00 we spent are time reading and making Selena's wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3:00 sharp......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock! Knock! Me and Selena opened the door. Maiya walked in she had a Venus flytrap in one hand and had a card in the other. I thanked her then we helped her with her wand. soon Marah joined are little group. She didn't need to knock because we could hear the bells she tied to her feet from around the block! then Kayla, then Zosia, the Mattoxs, and Chicken. Everyone was here but the people we were hopeing would be the first to arive. Finally they came. while everyone was chatting inside. my family came outside. this was the family with the fairy godmothers wand. We brought it inside with the banging of a drum. finnaly we went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN0mH4GhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hCXtwz2epTM/s1600-h/DSCN2947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN0mH4GhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hCXtwz2epTM/s200/DSCN2947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902836415437330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mirror message and a snack later.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we were sent on a mystery by the magic mirror. the scarlet hand (a group of evil&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fairy tale characters) had stolen the fairy godmothers wand! puck had seen where the evil group had hid the wand but hadbeen bewitched not to tell. he instead left a series of clues to help us find it. the first clue was about a clock. we all went upstairs to search for a clue with a clock involved i grabbed my clock and gave it to someone but it ended up with Maiya who then read it aloud. the next clue was a spider. my brother soon came up with the idea of spider man and trampled over by girls trying to get to his room. The problem was my brother had alot of spidey stuff. finnaly Selena who was the tallest of us all noticed the spiderman lunchbox. she gave the note to fei who with the help of maiyas magnifying glass read the next clue. it turned out to be my american girl Kaya. People were confused that she didn't have a note on her until i pointed out she had a purse. the next clue was about a boat. We ran to my room. we were just about to pry my painting of mackinac island of the wall when chicken pointed out my ark snowglobe. are last clue was an X. That was found very quickly. more detective work followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A freeze dance later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the wand and it was in my dads drum case. after that most of our guests left selena told us a story from shrek and when she left we played asylum. it syarted with red and ended with a crazy typer with a love for pixie dust. finally its 10:00 pm and everyone has to go. It was the longest party ever and this is the longest post i ever wrote. Well that about wraps it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN1PYkDFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Oxbu5_pl7I4/s1600-h/DSCN3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN1PYkDFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Oxbu5_pl7I4/s200/DSCN3001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902847491279954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN1LYO51I/AAAAAAAAAdo/FI6WozkAh-g/s1600-h/DSCN2997.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN1LYO51I/AAAAAAAAAdo/FI6WozkAh-g/s200/DSCN2997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902846416152402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN0wpWbuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/CWcp7h_iD9U/s1600-h/DSCN2957_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN0wpWbuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/CWcp7h_iD9U/s200/DSCN2957_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902839240191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN04vZGyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zCMm-kk6fw8/s1600-h/DSCN2952.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN04vZGyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zCMm-kk6fw8/s200/DSCN2952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902841413016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9emrvEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gIBxNW4xXak/s1600-h/IMG_2106.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9emrvEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gIBxNW4xXak/s200/IMG_2106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342904088527617090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9Xxo0uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KZm5zAh10a0/s1600-h/DSCN3024.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9Xxo0uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KZm5zAh10a0/s200/DSCN3024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342904086694515426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9mDvcyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BWonOMpXbv8/s1600-h/IMG_2119.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXO9mDvcyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BWonOMpXbv8/s200/IMG_2119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342904090528543522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-8102213257380469669?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/8102213257380469669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/untold-stories-of-grimm-party-that-are.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8102213257380469669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/8102213257380469669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/06/untold-stories-of-grimm-party-that-are.html' title='The untold stories of the grimm party! (that are now told.)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXN0mH4GhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hCXtwz2epTM/s72-c/DSCN2947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-3019285570156999631</id><published>2009-05-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:05:14.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimm party over and done with!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXL-RRutHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1mgz7bHKbKI/s1600-h/IMG_2068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXL-RRutHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1mgz7bHKbKI/s200/IMG_2068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342900803595056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The party was awesome!! Our guests included; Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Canis&lt;/span&gt;, a Giant, Little red riding hoods, (3 to be exact.) 2 Tinker Bells, Daphne, Snow White, Princess Fiona, a Wizard,The scarlet hand(s),a Reporter/Mr.7, and Stamp girl. Our Hosts were Blue Beard and the Queen of Hearts. Are featured nuisance was Puck. We all had fun solving a mystery which was set up by a member of the notorious scarlet hand! All in all it was a awesome party. Mom says its are last big one. Any family Friend will definitely  believe me when i say that's not going to happen. Thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-3019285570156999631?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/3019285570156999631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-party-over-and-done-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3019285570156999631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/3019285570156999631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-party-over-and-done-with.html' title='Grimm party over and done with!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340632279009358553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXL-RRutHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1mgz7bHKbKI/s72-c/IMG_2068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-4303405692893888665</id><published>2009-05-22T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:02:56.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grimm party'/><title type='text'>Grimm party!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXLpwQTlpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VYHYyQCPPm0/s1600-h/IMG_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXLpwQTlpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VYHYyQCPPm0/s200/IMG_2116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342900451133331090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/ShtXLvodT6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/l55JSa8-3dI/s1600-h/sg-giant.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/ShtXLvodT6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/l55JSa8-3dI/s200/sg-giant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957642454192034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Party!!!!!!! My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;-birthday party is coming up!  It is going to be Grimm!  Sisters Grimm that is!  Invitations are out and everybody but one has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RSVP&lt;/span&gt;d. (Im not saying any names.) Mom and dad are coming up with a mystery and they aren't telling me!!!! (It is driving me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;!) Otherwise all is well in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; world. I mean the political world isn't doing to well. Neither is the Pistons. Not that politics and sports bothers me. I have a magnet that says all is well in my world. it is a pretty nutty magnet. Well thats all for now! And Marah, thanks for reading my blog yesterday i am very  sorry you had problems trying to comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-4303405692893888665?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/4303405692893888665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-my-un-birthday-party-is-coming-up.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4303405692893888665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/4303405692893888665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-my-un-birthday-party-is-coming-up.html' title='Grimm party!!!!'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/SiXLpwQTlpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VYHYyQCPPm0/s72-c/IMG_2116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749096664096409643.post-7622438375363774097</id><published>2009-05-21T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:39:31.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/ShVLLqFX1aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z17yZPKw-S8/s1600-h/Library+-+2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/ShVLLqFX1aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z17yZPKw-S8/s400/Library+-+2150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338255596965057954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading off to White Pine Village - right now!  It's some sort of historic town.  Not much time, so I'll add more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6749096664096409643-7622438375363774097?l=y-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/7622438375363774097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7622438375363774097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6749096664096409643/posts/default/7622438375363774097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post_21.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>John Golden</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1CVdDhhKvo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACE0/JJNrMA0wPCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5f09Vc7Ae8Q/ShVLLqFX1aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z17yZPKw-S8/s72-c/Library+-+2150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
