<?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-7997697404652671009</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:56:37.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eGiggles' Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>I love Eight BeLow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-7195216966777108989</id><published>2010-10-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:06:57.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Missing fith grade and sick of Middle School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade was the best year of my life and sixth grade so far is the worst. It's terrible the teachers are all mean. The meanest is ms. Belt ya she is like obsessed with straw berry short cake not the food the cartoon. You'd think someone who's obsessed with one of the nicest cartoon characters could be nice, but you would be way off. the nicest teacher is Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bingaman&lt;/span&gt; shes my band teacher I have her first period, and she gets all hyped up on coffee,and she is super funny.  Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;keorner&lt;/span&gt; is pretty nice, but very monotone she is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher. Ms. Standifer is my dry and boring science teacher she sucks the fun out of every thing. I'm am saving the worst for last. MS. Greene she is my math teacher and for all my past math teachers they know how slow I learn math well she gives us tests ever day, she is rude,she yells all the time, and the worst part is she teaches us two things each day then goes on to the next thing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I guess i'm done, and if you Mr.Smith you are reading this I miss fith grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I'm Learning how to play the clarinet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-7195216966777108989?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/7195216966777108989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/S-xrHMq8l7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8p4_0I7n1kA/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/S-xrHMq8l7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8p4_0I7n1kA/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470865418752923570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I don't no much  about my child hood all I know is I am a one of the kind Yetiiguana. I am not cute but friendly I eat bugs and am active I could go on all day about my characteristics but I have to tell you how I came into extents. Well some scientists mixed some DNA and chemicals and boom here I am they kept me for a few months as a pet but when I started to get sick (air quotes) they took me to the doctor. The  Doctor said that They couldn't take me in because if I was sick the wouldn't have a cure so then  they let me go thinking that I new what to do. luckily I was faking and I was free. I live under water now. That is all I know ti&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/John.PRITCHET-97B46F/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/MP%20Navigator%20EX/2010_05_13/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" /&gt;me for  some yummy bugs.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/John.PRITCHET-97B46F/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/MP%20Navigator%20EX/2010_05_13/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-1072524998638527529?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/1072524998638527529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/05/yetiiguana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1072524998638527529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1072524998638527529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/05/yetiiguana.html' title='Yetiiguana'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/S-xrHMq8l7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8p4_0I7n1kA/s72-c/IMG_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-1530457570387234982</id><published>2010-05-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:44:55.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health and Fitness Lesson 1</title><content type='html'>If we didn't have all of the different systems in the body we would all be very sick one because some of the systems protect erms rom infecting the body and two because systems like the Digestive system that helpsus go potty and if we didn't go then the food would jus sit and rot which woud make us through up with somthing like a sour stomach. (no milk plaese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Circulatory system helps the blood flow the body and if we didn't have that then the blood would just stay in one place and I think that woud kill us because we meed the blood to be moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my favorite system is the Respitory system. It's job it to take out carben dioxid and give us oxygen o that system helps the earth by giveing plants carben dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ody is very intresting I can'twait to tell you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-1530457570387234982?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/1530457570387234982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-and-fitness-lesson-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1530457570387234982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1530457570387234982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-and-fitness-lesson-1.html' title='Health and Fitness Lesson 1'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-7600684804400114620</id><published>2010-04-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:25:11.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel about TAKS Part 2</title><content type='html'>I’m glad that the math and the reading are over. So now all I have to do is pass the science and hope I passed the reading and the math.  The math was a little hard but I think I did a good job I don’t think that I got commended though. The reading I know I did well on because I have always been good at reading. I am very proud of myself for not stressing out over a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite story was the one about the food and how they make the food look yummy and how they use special tools in the food that is not even eatable but they make it look eatable. Did you know that one time these food stylists used real raspberries and the director made the take off these small harries it took them 10 minutes per raspberry. I admit I was a little scared but now I realize it was all over things I already know. Now there were a few questions I had trouble with so I just tried every operation and it turned out I had to multiply then add then multiply again.   Sometimes I am impatient and I cannot wait to get my scores back in less I fail then I can wait. Oh yah another story I liked it was one about these three daughters telling there father how much they love him and the youngest one said that she loved him as much as humans love salt he was not happy and he sent her off to another kingdom she had a many years later she got married to a prince when she told him the story. He said I have a plan and he invited the king to his&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Castle&lt;/span&gt; and he made a lot of food none had salt and the king said that it tasted bland and that it was missing something then the king realized that he had made a mistake and accepted is daughter again.  If you are nervous about any test don’t be because if you pay attention in class then you have nothing to worry about. Especially if you take the TAKS they make such a big deal about it.  If you would just take your time and relax get a good nights rest and have a good breakfast then you should do good. Now on this assignment I am supposed to writing about me and how I feel about the TAKS now that most of it is over with. So back to me well I am a little nervous about science because I love science I am just not good at it I am not a common since person I just don’t think like that. But I know I will do good. I mean science is pretty much math and math I can pass I guess as long as I don’t stress I will do good I am almost done and out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So bye. Oops wait Just Relax!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-7600684804400114620?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/7600684804400114620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-i-feel-about-taks-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/7600684804400114620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/7600684804400114620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-i-feel-about-taks-part-2.html' title='How I feel about TAKS Part 2'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-2902973420753458386</id><published>2010-04-05T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:19:25.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will The TAKS help you achieve Your Goal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that If you try really hard on the TAKS then it should help you achieve your goal. My goal is to pass so that I can go on o the next grade. If you just guess and don't try then  most likely  you will not pass and if you do then well your a lucky ducky. Now I am back to the point and if the TAKS will help you achieve your goal I think yes and no it really depends on the goal and how hard you try. I no that I am going to try hard. Are you?&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/7997697404652671009-2902973420753458386?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/2902973420753458386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/2902973420753458386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/2902973420753458386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='Will The TAKS help you achieve Your Goal???'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-5237084837686984584</id><published>2010-04-01T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:19:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience Making A Gallon Guy Song</title><content type='html'>Making the lyics and the music was the tough because I didn't know what tune I wanted until  I asked my mm for help she gave me a few ideas then I finish it I am glad I chose dry bones because the other one  was old McDonald well in my opinion the tune to dry bones sticks in your head more. Then there was writing the lyrics. That part was well a little  easier because the picture looks like a bunch of bones and then there was the singing part witch was easy/hard I don't even no what it was I mean once we found a spot that we could record in it was pretty good and  thankfuly Mr.Smith helped us edit and put it on the wiki. and now we are all done and I can relax and hope that I get a good grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-5237084837686984584?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/5237084837686984584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-experience-making-gallon-guy-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/5237084837686984584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/5237084837686984584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-experience-making-gallon-guy-song.html' title='My Experience Making A Gallon Guy Song'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-6537554876875685402</id><published>2010-03-29T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:26:53.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well on my Saturday it was Jacob free and I had a early morning because I had to go to science camp. It was a lot of fun I learned about food chains and sea turtles I think I have a new favorite sea animal. all day it was lazy and fun I did my eatable solar system witch was like the most [productive thing i did all day at like 10:00 I went to Cheddars With my mom and grandma  I shared a 3 cheese hickory burger with my mom after words I had a hot but moist yummy apple pie. on Sunday my mom did not wake up and we like totally slept through church and had another lazy day. me and Jacob picked up the laundry I did the laundry while he did the dishes and my mom was doing her math homework. When our chores were all done we went to my grandmas hous for some tacos.and when we got home we all watched Biggest Loser and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-6537554876875685402?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/6537554876875685402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6537554876875685402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6537554876875685402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend_29.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-1945853198721805152</id><published>2010-03-22T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:43:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeing Back From Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I am happy to be back at school because now I am not with my brother all day. but I am also very sleepy because it is way to early. why can't school start at noon. I am very nervous about the TAKS because if it is any thing like my other benchmarks and milestones I might just scream. because I try so hard and for some dumb reason B's And C's show up. The TAKS test well I think it is dumb but,I can see why they have you take it because what if you are not ready for the next grade and you go on then BOOM!!! You are going to have a very hard time. Now the importance of it well is to make sure that you are ready for the next grade witch is what I just said. I am in the middle of the confidence wheel I know that I can pass but,what if I don't then what will hppen I don't want to go to summer school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am done with school and if I choose do be a person who debates on Takes I would say to just have a test that shows what level you are at. but, wait that wouldn't work out because I admit the TAKS test keeps me motivated and some kids might purposely fail because they know that it doesn't matter if you do pass that test so I don't know what I would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-1945853198721805152?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/1945853198721805152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1945853198721805152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1945853198721805152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming.html' title='Comeing Back From Spring Break'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-8161487326879686754</id><published>2010-03-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:26:55.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>My mom woke me up saying that my grandma was sick so grandpa was going to pick us up to take Jacob to his  game. I got up feeling way more better than what I did the past few days my head ache was gone and my throat did not hurt as much so I told my mom that I felt better and that I can play in the game today  my brother lost and so did I but I also made a basket. woo hoo! sorry I don't mean to brag it is just I am not very athletic I am not good at sports so let me have my moment.  luckly I play upward so it really doesn't matter who wins. After that me and my brother played with our dogs Arial and Alvin they have white curly fur and like all puppies they love to play. me and Jacob cleaned and as a reward mu cousin Kamryn baby sat my four year old sister and we went to "Joe's Crab Shack me and Jacob had shrimp and my mom had steak then as a desert we had cheese cake. UMM! We went to the movie and saw Avatar in i max 3D it was an awesome movie I loved it after we went to the movies we went home and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to church Jacob pulled his tooth out and got $8  from the tooth fairy we did't get back home till about 12:00 and then we cleaned even more well it wasn't exactly cleaning it was more like getting ready for the week by doing laundry and doing dishes&lt;br /&gt; but I still had a relaxing Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-8161487326879686754?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/8161487326879686754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/8161487326879686754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/8161487326879686754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-6621749024526351652</id><published>2010-02-22T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:25:59.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I woke up on Saturday and my mom told me to start getting ready for My upward Basketball game so  that we're not late. I am not very good at basket Ball but I do try. I actually did pretty good I made two baskets that's My record.  we lost though it was 20 to 30. oh well I had fun. After that I went home and played this rocken game Guitar hero and Played with my puppies(They have almost Mastered sit and say) Then I had to pack to go to Yasmin's Birthday party but, befor I could go I had to drop my puppies at the groomer. then I could go. I had a really good time first we went to Chillies then we went to the movies and saw To Save A Life that was a awesome movie it was about this guy who shot his self I could go on and on about this movie but I don't want to spoil it for you. I stayed the night at Yasmin's house and didn't go to sleep till about 4:00 I left her house at 2:30 on Sunday And had Chicken Express for lunch and also helped my mom clean house. Bbefor I new it it was time for bed and my weekend was almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-6621749024526351652?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/6621749024526351652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6621749024526351652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6621749024526351652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-4283274889531421295</id><published>2010-02-16T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:16:23.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidential Election.</title><content type='html'>Hey I am supposed to do a post about what I would what I think of Abraham Lincoln in these forms a African American person, a white person from Alabama and and a white person from Massachusetts  I am really exited about this post cause....wait I love all blog assignments okay back on Lincoln good president first one  to be assassinated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I  was a African  American farmer I would say. Duh of course I am going to vote for him I might get a chance to be FREE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a white per son from Massachusetts I would say he seems like he would be a good president so I will vote for him and hope that if he wins he will be a good president&lt;br /&gt;if I was a grumpy  person from the same place I would say "hmmm I don't think he is a good guy but I don't like the other guy so I just won't vote"n(I need a nap! so Good bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!  I hope no one is that grumpy hahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I were a white person from Alabama ...well lets put it this way where ever I am from I am going to vote for Lincoln he is a excellent guy and he should not have be assassinated sorry but that is just my opinion. got to go bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-4283274889531421295?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/4283274889531421295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidint-lincoln.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/4283274889531421295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/4283274889531421295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidint-lincoln.html' title='President&apos;s Day 1860 Presidential Election.'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-6782318560967220048</id><published>2010-02-08T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:32:23.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/S3BKoQvnwEI/AAAAAAAAABA/Wr-Da0jQlAE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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The war will be over soon I hope we will see him then. Ashley I am going to go get the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my GOSH!!! ASHLEY COME HERE!!! He wrote to us  ''Dear Emaleigh and Ashley The war is almost over I Will be coming on October 3rd. See you then. "love Jacob".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is November 31st He is coming home in three days. we have to celebrate.  We should through a surprise party. You make the decorations. I will buy the food, and get the games I am also going to write the family can you write the friends. "Of course." You are doing an excellent job on the decorations. Can you start on the invitations I already did. WOW! Good job you are a head of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY WAKE UP BREAKFAST IS READY!!!! Hurry Jacob is coming home in too day and  you finish the decorations  so  I can hang them up I am going to get the cake and go to the post office to send the invites. You eat your  meal and finish the work by the time I get home.&lt;br /&gt;                                     THE LAST DAY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley you did a really awesome job We still have 4 more hours to finish but, I want to be at the meeting place early so I can get a good parking spot. Can you lay out the folding tables and the folding chars.  I told all the family  they are all coming. I am going to hang up the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon Ashley we are goin to be late for being early who vcares what your deg gum hair looks like we have to go. Hey look over there I see Jacob he is looking for us. i said How do you no? Ashley exclaimed I just no I said bach so I screamed JACOB!!! and every body looked at me like I was crazy.(coo coo) but, it did make him alert so I really did not caare I told him to hurry that my feet are killing me and I got to get home. he I am comen but can pease do not yell at me I have heard to much of that dear in the war. now lets start moven I want to hang out just like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SURPRISE!!!!! WOW!! I was not excepting that all my friends and all the family is here. Well almost all I couldn't Get dad to come he is a dip wad for not coming Did you even invite him? Yes he said maybe like he always does but, he also always has plans. Don't let people that don't care enough about you to come let you be mad appreciate the people that are here Mom said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was Ashley and Jacob's last night they were going to leave early in the morning so I am helping them pack up there stuff. The morning is here and they are about to leave. I m now the person that lives alone again (how depressing) We are In the carriage On the way to the train station.  Here  we are. Have a safe trip I shouted as they got out of the carriage and headed to the conductor to get there ticket. As they got on the train I yelled BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now Back at the house thanking the lord that my brother is okay an that my brother and  my sister will have a safe ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7997697404652671009-2830813353938431802?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/2830813353938431802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-from-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/2830813353938431802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/2830813353938431802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-from-war.html' title='Home From War!!!'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-1672276976763888870</id><published>2009-12-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:18:59.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO WAR!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not only a sister I am a worried and scared sister. My little brother Jacob is gong to fight  the Britain war. me and my brother are very close we are always there for each other and knowing that I might only have three days left with him is really scary. So here I am in sleepless nights and very stressful days. I am happy that he fights for what he believes in but I am also mad that he would want's to fight and might not ever see our family again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my younger sister Ashley is going to come in town from California.  We are all going to hang out and and play games.(to bad there's no Wendy's here) It will be the first time in a very long time that we are all three together. The next day we are going to go skydiving He has always wanted to do that. I am  a little nerves but it's for my daring brother. The third day we are going to help him pack and then we are going to go horse back riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what inspired him to fight in the war but, if I know my little bro I think he just wants to stand up for him self for once. What I mean by that is I am always treating him like he is a baby. He is my little brother and I love him. He hates when I stick up for him. I try to let him be his own person but it's really hard to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky diving was so much fun I couldn't believe it. It was such a rush, I felt like I was flying. the third day is coming this has to be the best day of his life. I am now on the way to go horse back riding I love horses and so does my little siblings. we had a lot of fun the horse tried to buck Jacob off the horses always try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth day is here I am at the house waiting for every body to wake up. I am at the table crying and praying that he will be okay. I here Ashley getting ready we agreed to let him sleep in he probably won't get much sleep dear in the war. I am so worried It is now 12:00 I should go wake him up. we need to be in the carriage by 1:00 and drop him off at 2:00."There goes Jacob our  brother I hope that he will be alright".&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-1672276976763888870?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/1672276976763888870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1672276976763888870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/1672276976763888870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html' title='OFF TO WAR!!!'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-5541804051783565301</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:21:33.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream makers vs Dream breakers</title><content type='html'>Are you a dream maker or a dream breaker? I am a dream maker I work SUPER hard and do my best. You have to believe in your self to be a dream maker and be exited about being that kind of person then you will succeed. This week I was the star student and I was so exited and I new that I earned that privilege. I work really hard on every thing. And if someone needs help then I help them when I can. Now enough about my self now on to you do you enjoy the feeling when people brag about you and say wonderful things about you. then do the right thing and people will LOVE you and all your teachers and people that aren't will be praying to have you the next year. or be sad that they didn't get you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up or read up because if you like to hear old people scream and complain about how selfish, disobedient, and how rude and annoying you are. You get under there skin. DUDE CLEAN UP THE ACT!!! no one is going to enjoy the joy you get when people yell at you . I cry when someone yells at me because it makes me feel like I have done something wrong (witch I probably did and I learned my lesson) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way you can become a dream maker IS JUST DO THE RIGHT THING!!!!!!!!!! enough said because you should no how you just don't choose to. it is very cool to do the right thing and I hope that you do the right thing from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already a dream maker than help somebody become one. Only if they want your help though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-5541804051783565301?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/5541804051783565301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-dream-breakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/5541804051783565301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/5541804051783565301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-dream-breakers.html' title='Dream makers vs Dream breakers'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-4028473251953982868</id><published>2009-10-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:59:02.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Emaleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SucmvZvjYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/MB84KTS6Mlo/s1600-h/ema.gigles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SucmvZvjYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/MB84KTS6Mlo/s320/ema.gigles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397325274232873090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I am Emaleigh, just for right now. But, when there is a crime I am SUPER EMALEIGH. A lot of people think that my job is silly but if all the daily crimes weren't taken care of, the whole world would be a pig sty. Murders and robberies - that stuff is for sissies.  It takes a REAL super hero to keep up with the fashion flair.  Let me tell you about what happened last month. President Obama's daughter, Sasha,  was kidnapped for ten hours until we found her in the basement. A lot of damage can be done in ten hours. But, when we found her in the basement she wasn't harmed but she was wearing a pink puffy dress with purple polka dots that looked like it came from the 1990s. She also had a fresh coat of diarrhea green nail polish! It was hideous. That night, she put on her night gown then in the morning she put on that UGLY dress again.  Now, Sasha is a trend-setter.  She goes places with her father and she is on T.V.  So if she is setting trends that are terrible this could be a world crises! That was a fashion disaster, which meant it was time for SUPER EMALEIGH to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was my nail polish that is always in my hand, my hair brush that extends from my head and my magic wand that spews fashion fog.  (Fashion fog puts people to sleep so I can work my magic.) I had to figure out who brainwashed Sasha into thinking a polka dot dress and green nail polish was fashionable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to the White House basement to see if anyone was down there to be a suspect. I saw Dr. Jay-boo - he was #1 on my list, and I was right! He's always trying to destroy the fashion flair. Let me tell you a secret - we are related! He is my evil brother.  So after peeking in on him to confirm he is the fashion flair murderer, I quietly backed out and decided to gather some members to help me fight the horrid Dr. Jay-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I had to fix Sasha and call my team to help me.  The members on my team are like- minded fashionistas, Miley Cyrus, Angelina Jolie, Taylor Swift and the newly acquired Brittni Spears.  My team joined me to fight the fight against Dr. Jay-boo after they each fell victim to his schemes on the red carpet.  After I saved their careers they decided to do the world a favor and help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next week my team and I investigated and spied on Dr. Jay-boo. We discussed adding two new members named Sasha and Malia. They seemed like the kind of people that love fashion flair wars. Finally, after ever-lasting investigating, spying and finding weaknesses in Dr. Jay-boo, it was time to take action.  I told the team to get their beauty sleep because tomorrow they were going to have to be warriors with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we walked down the stairs to the basement and said, "ROAR"!! Dr. Jay-boo screamed back in surprise.  We all giggled, especially me.  He was obviously caught off guard.  I was in the front of the line.  My brother and I were face to face in the middle of the basement.  I said, "We meet again".  It was the moment I had been waiting for.  My team surrounded him before he had a chance to run off.  As I got out my fashion fog wand it sprayed him right in the face and he was out cold!  So I did my magic all over his face.  I put on the most to-die-for lipstick, cherry red; sky blue eye shadow with pink blush.  Then I painted his nails pink, just for fun. I brushed his hair and styled it just right! He was the most adorable brother in the world (while he was sleeping).  When he woke up he was so embarrassed he ran off and was never seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my job is THAT important.  If I hadn't saved Sasha the whole world would be walking around looking like they walked about of a has-been fashion magazine!  But I live on fighting for my fashion passion.  As long as the Olsen twins and the Lohans live on my job will never be complete.  Especially with that Lindsey girl.  (She never listens!!)&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;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-4028473251953982868?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/4028473251953982868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-emaleigh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/4028473251953982868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/4028473251953982868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-emaleigh.html' title='Super Emaleigh'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SucmvZvjYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/MB84KTS6Mlo/s72-c/ema.gigles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-376827003337478741</id><published>2009-10-14T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:44:32.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lables Song</title><content type='html'>Label me name me call me cool or smart.but you don't make me I'm the one who plays the part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see me maybe what I am. But you don't make me do you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm too smart so that makes me a geek.You say I'm dumb cuz I'm a little meek.You say I'm ugly I've got metal in my teeth.You say because I'm pretty there's no way I can be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how you see me maybe What I am. But you don't make me do you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With labels there is no way to win so tear them of that's how we begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-376827003337478741?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/376827003337478741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lables-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/376827003337478741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/376827003337478741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lables-song.html' title='My Lables Song'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-6142106821700672411</id><published>2009-10-09T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:46:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lables</title><content type='html'>I don't know what other people think of me . But,when I think of myself I think of a good kid who does her best in whatever it is she needs to do. I think that if you are a good kid and every body knows that you are good then you are good to go! It is great to be labled a good kid. When some people think of me they think good kid. Others think I talk to much. The reason I got those labels was because I am a good kid and I try my best not to talk to much and sometimes I forget that it's not my turn to speak. If you are a kid that likes trouble you are going to get the wrong label. Now if you are the kind of kid that likes to be good and RESPECTFUL! You will be very successful in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997697404652671009-6142106821700672411?l=smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/feeds/6142106821700672411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lables.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6142106821700672411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997697404652671009/posts/default/6142106821700672411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lables.html' title='My Lables'/><author><name>eGiggles' Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213258738258896169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMiNRW7VA3U/SuHVVn5Gy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESx6OI_FNA4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997697404652671009.post-4924524587003865530</id><published>2009-10-05T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:22:44.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fair Day</title><content type='html'>My fair day was very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dull&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; and was just the way I needed it to be. I didn't have to wake up before daylight. I got to sleep in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cozy&lt;/span&gt; bed and wake up when I felt rested. I watched tv on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cute little&lt;/span&gt; television in my room all morning. For breakfast I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;peanut buttery&lt;/span&gt; Reese's Puffs cereal with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ice cold&lt;/span&gt; milk. Then I dressed in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most comfy&lt;/span&gt; tshirt and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adorable cammo-butterfly&lt;/span&gt; capris and went to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; grandma's house.  I read a couple of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; chapters in an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; book - Charlotte's Web. Then I did my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt; math homework that my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; teacher assigned last week. That homework also included blogging about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; book I read.  After that I watched a few&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart-warming&lt;/span&gt; episodes of Full House.  Then I went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; store Walmart and ate a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt; lunch at McDonald's.  I had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;juicy&lt;/span&gt; cheeseburger with no mustard and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;salty&lt;/span&gt; fries with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; Dr. Pepper. Then we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt; shopped for some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; things that my grandma and Uncle Mike needed.  When we left there we went back to my grandma's house and I watched more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; episodes of Full House. Then my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hard-working&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; mom (who by the way I take after) picked me up in her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;filthy dirty&lt;/span&gt; car and took me home sweet home.  For dinner I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crunchy, meaty, cheesey&lt;/span&gt; Frito Pie. 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