<?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-20452690</id><updated>2012-01-01T17:08:55.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love All Different Seasons</title><subtitle type='html'>This was my blog when I was five and six.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-6890116747251765101</id><published>2007-03-10T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T07:18:56.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura</title><content type='html'>Laura and her family traveled by covered wagon to Wisconsin, Kansas, Minnesota, Dakota.  Her family is so graet Ma Pa Mary Carry Grace.  Laura helps Ma as much as she can but she still can have time to play with Mary.  Laura likes when Pa plays the fiddel. She also likes when Ma cuts out paper dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-6890116747251765101?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/6890116747251765101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=6890116747251765101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/6890116747251765101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/6890116747251765101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2007/03/laura.html' title='Laura'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-7131479437192482402</id><published>2007-02-18T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:37:05.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt; is a good movie.  There are lots of songs in it.  Here's a list of some of the songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Summer Loving&lt;br /&gt;2. You're the One That I Want&lt;br /&gt;3. Greased Lightning&lt;br /&gt;4. Hopelessly Devoted to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song  is Summer Loving.  Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer lovin' had me a blast&lt;br /&gt;Summer lovin' happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl crazy for me&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy cute as could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer days driftin' away&lt;br /&gt;To uh-oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Did you get very far?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Like does he have a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Was it love at first site?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Did she put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Took her bowling in the arcade&lt;br /&gt;We went strolling, drank lemonade&lt;br /&gt;We made out under the dock&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up until ten o'clock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-7131479437192482402?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/7131479437192482402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=7131479437192482402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/7131479437192482402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/7131479437192482402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2007/02/grease.html' title='Grease'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116891007679848575</id><published>2007-01-15T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:14:36.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Dream</title><content type='html'>I have a dream that some day the whole world will live in peace.  No war and no fight.  Everyone will be nice and will make the world a peaceful place.  Everyone will fight with words and no hands.  Everyone will be nice and happy.  I have a dream that everyone will get along in a nice way.  In schools, there will not just be all kinds of kids from different places, there will be all kinds of teachers from different places, and in just one school there will be at least one person from every place in the world.  People will learn all different languages and visit all different places.  When they visit all different places, no matter if they are black or white, they will be nice to whoever lives there.  I have a dream that in a family everyone in the family will be from a different place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-116891007679848575?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116891007679848575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116891007679848575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116891007679848575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116891007679848575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have a Dream'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116682232506918757</id><published>2006-12-22T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:18:45.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hanukkah and Christmas are very different.  They do different things.  They prepare differently.  On Hanukkah, you play dreidels and eat latkes and chocolate gelt.  On Christmas, you have a Christmas tree.  But it makes sense for them to be different because they're totally different holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The story of Hanukkah.  &lt;/span&gt;The Jews didn't obey the king.  So the king decided to destroy their temple.  Then they fought until they won!  Since they won, they decided to rebuild their temple and that's how Hanukkah became Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanukkah and Christmas are both very important holidays to the people that celebrate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some stuff that are the same.&lt;br /&gt;1. They both are a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;2. They both have a story to how they happened.&lt;br /&gt;3. The people that celebrate them get very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that are different about Hanukkah and Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas has songs for it.  Hanukkah has games and songs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hanukkah you have a menorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff about the menorah. &lt;br /&gt;1. On the menorah there is a shammas.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are eight candles on the menorah.  With the shammas, it makes nine.&lt;br /&gt;3. The shammas lights the eight candles.  Every night you light another candle.&lt;br /&gt;&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/20452690-116682232506918757?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116682232506918757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116682232506918757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116682232506918757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116682232506918757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-celebration.html' title='The Holiday Celebration'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116206453353954437</id><published>2006-10-28T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:42:13.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alphabet Post</title><content type='html'>abbabb ababab cccccc kyx abab cccccc&lt;br /&gt;IBC  KIY GBS KYSPIG ASDF HKL POTEEKOTDHJKLBAWETJGF KOJHBFDASERTYIPBCVMBBBGYTREDWSAGBVFCDXSZVBMJKNHBMMNBV  CX FDREWS BVHGFRETWUIOPGBNHVVNCGVXZAMBVCCXXMJNHBGVDFCCVFVDCHFVBHFJFBDJFBDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-116206453353954437?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116206453353954437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116206453353954437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116206453353954437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116206453353954437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/10/alphabet-post.html' title='The Alphabet Post'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116052530302337902</id><published>2006-10-10T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:08:23.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A List of Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm five years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to T---- School.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in kindergarten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My classroom's name is K-3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday is in December.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The date of my birthday is December 21st.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every day usually is fun for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite sport is swimming and soccer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite special in school is gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite activity in free time is art.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to do the monkey bars in school at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-116052530302337902?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116052530302337902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116052530302337902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116052530302337902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116052530302337902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/10/list-of-facts-about-me.html' title='A List of Facts About Me'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116052438783070343</id><published>2006-10-10T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:54:57.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel All Different Ways When My Parents Come to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I feel happy.  I feel proud.  I feel excited.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I like it when my parents come to school.  It is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom comes to school to help out.  My dad comes to school to cook.  Today my dad came to school.  It is October 10th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going to come to school and help with writing once a month.  My dad is going to come to school and help with writing once a month too.&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/20452690-116052438783070343?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116052438783070343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116052438783070343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116052438783070343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116052438783070343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-all-different-ways-when-my.html' title='I Feel All Different Ways When My Parents Come to School'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-116039573987730857</id><published>2006-10-09T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:08:59.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do With Leaves In Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Rake piles of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Jump in piles of leaves that you raked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Throw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Kick them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Jump over piles of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-116039573987730857?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/116039573987730857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=116039573987730857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116039573987730857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/116039573987730857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-to-do-with-leaves-in-fall.html' title='What To Do With Leaves In Fall'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115758863089041020</id><published>2006-09-06T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:23:50.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alphabet Post</title><content type='html'>a b c dd ee cc vv  n u b     abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy and z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-115758863089041020?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115758863089041020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115758863089041020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115758863089041020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115758863089041020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/09/alphabet-post.html' title='The Alphabet Post'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115620856967487412</id><published>2006-08-21T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:02:49.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Couldn't Think of a Name for This Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Today was the first day in the world that my sister, me, my mom, and my dad have seen a movie all together.  It was Cars.  It's a great movie.  It was mine and my mom's second time seeing Cars, and my sister and my dad's first time seeing Cars.  My parents and me and my sister all loved the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Since my dad is a chef, this morning I went to a place where there was a tent set up and inside there was a lot of tables.  On the tables were plates.  On the plates were tomatoes.  My dad was a judge.  It was a tomato contest.  Then we went to lunch.  Then we came home, then went to Cars, and then my whole family walked out to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am about to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am telling my mom what to write.  My dad is playing the guitar and my sister is watching TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When I got back from dinner, I took a bath.  Then my mom read a book to me.  Then I watched TV with my sister.  And now I am blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-115620856967487412?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115620856967487412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115620856967487412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115620856967487412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115620856967487412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-couldnt-think-of-name-for-this-post.html' title='I Couldn&apos;t Think of a Name for This Post'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115612332968104721</id><published>2006-08-20T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:22:09.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going into kindergarten.  Last Friday we got my new school supplies and a new backpack.  It says American Princess.  It has butterflies on it and it has flowers on it.  It has three pockets, not counting the big compartment place.  It comes with a water bottle.  The backpack is pink and the butterflies and flowers are lots of different colors.  The water bottle is pink too.  I can't wait to go into kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got: a box of crayons, a box of big markers and colored pencils and ten glue sticks and thin markers and regular pencils, a water bottle that came with my backpack I already mentioned, a box of ziploc bags, two boxes of tissues, three bottles of liquid soap, and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already put all my school supplies in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a stuffed raccoon named Snowball.  I love it very much so I want to bring it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my pockets has netting.  Snowball has a little hook, so I hook her onto the netting.&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/20452690-115612332968104721?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115612332968104721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115612332968104721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115612332968104721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115612332968104721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/08/starting-school.html' title='Starting School'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115612201221099425</id><published>2006-08-20T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:00:12.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going into a New Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;When school starts it is exciting and scary.  You'll be in a new class.  Usually you have friends that will be in your class, but sometimes not.  You'll have a new teacher.  What if it's nice?  What if it's not?  The good part will be you'll make new friends.  On school days you'll be with your friends.  On weekends you'll get to see family.  It's fun going to school because you have a time to see family and a time to see friends.  On weekends you'll get to see family.  It's nice to have weekends cause not every day you have to go to school.  But some days you do go to school.  That's in the week.  But on some weeks you still won't have school, but not all the days in the weeks.  Only one or two because it's holidays.  It's fun to be in a new classroom but also scary.&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/20452690-115612201221099425?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115612201221099425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115612201221099425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115612201221099425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115612201221099425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-into-new-class.html' title='Going into a New Class'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115555715960867328</id><published>2006-08-14T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:05:59.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories in Summer: A Couple Summer Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time there was two girls.  One was five and a half and one was ten.  The ten year old was named Margaret and the five and a half year old was named Emma.  One day they went out to play in their backyard.  Emma and Margaret's mom filled up Emma's baby pool.  So they put on their bathing suits and went out to play in Emma's baby pool.  Then they got in a fight about staying outside or playing inside.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Emma wanted to go play inside, but Margaret wanted to stay and play outside.  Then Emma suggested that they should play different games.  Emma could be inside playing and Margaret could be outside playing.  The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time in a kingdom far away there was a palace.  The next day would be the princess's birthday.  The queen was making plans for her daughter's birthday.  The king said, "It is time for our daughter to marry.  I'll hold a ball."  So all the eligible unmarried women in the kingdom came to the palace that night.  All the girls laughed at the king when they saw that he had made a mistake.  He was giving a ball for a princess and he had invited all girls.  The king laughed when he made a mistake too.  So then he had the ball the next night so he invited all the eligible unmarried men in the kingdom except for one did not come.  He was planning to arrive later.  The princess did not dance with anyone.  When he came she went right up to him and started to dance with him.  They danced and danced.  The king and queen knew that that was who she would marry.  The princess and him agreed that too, that they would marry.  In a few days wedding bells were ringing throughout the land.  People from miles away came to see the event.  The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time it was a day two women were getting married.  They were very old.  They were like fifty.  The day after their wedding they had already moved into their house.  They went to the doctor so one of them could have a baby. They told them what to do.  A couple months went by and the first day of June one of them had a baby.  The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-115555715960867328?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115555715960867328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115555715960867328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115555715960867328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115555715960867328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/08/stories-in-summer-couple-summer.html' title='Stories in Summer: A Couple Summer Stories'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-115555619158519938</id><published>2006-08-14T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:49:51.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did On My Vacation From Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Went to Maine.  Boogie-boarded in Maine.  And went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Vermont.  And went to summer camp.  At the end of summer camp there was a fair and a square dance.  We stayed for one dance in the square dance which was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I loved them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't wait to go to Vermont and Maine next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to my grandma's summer house in Maine at the beginning of the summer before I went to Maine the beach time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer next year.&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/20452690-115555619158519938?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/115555619158519938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=115555619158519938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115555619158519938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/115555619158519938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-did-on-my-vacation-from-summer.html' title='What I Did On My Vacation From Summer'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114462280021927968</id><published>2006-04-09T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:46:40.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A List of Nursery Rhymes</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey.  Along came a spider who sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.  Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.  All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.  Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow.  And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock a bye baby on the tree top.  When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.  When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.  Down will come baby, cradle and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-114462280021927968?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114462280021927968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114462280021927968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114462280021927968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114462280021927968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/04/list-of-nursery-rhymes.html' title='A List of Nursery Rhymes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114320427668276698</id><published>2006-03-24T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:44:36.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About the Year</title><content type='html'>1. In spring and summer it is very light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In fall at the beginning it's light and at the end it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In winter it is very dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The moon tells what part of a month it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the year it changes from light to dark, from dark to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In the year you can always play with something.  In summer and spring you can play with outside toys.  In fall you can play in the leaves.  In winter you can play in the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-114320427668276698?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114320427668276698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114320427668276698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114320427668276698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114320427668276698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/03/facts-about-year.html' title='Facts About the Year'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114281045853691785</id><published>2006-03-19T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:21:01.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love winter.  I love spring.  I love summer.  I love fall.  All the time, I love the year.  I like the seasons that are so bright.  I like the moon that tells you when it is in the season.  I love the seasons that are so bright.  I love the sun that is so light.  The moon in seasons is always full.  The sun only lights up part of the moon.  That's why it looks like it is different phases of the moon but it always is full moon in the seasons and months.  I love the years and how bright it is in spring, summer, and fall, and at the end of fall I like how it's dark.  In winter I like how the whole thing through is dark.  Today was a very cold day!&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/20452690-114281045853691785?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114281045853691785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114281045853691785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114281045853691785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114281045853691785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-year.html' title='I Love The Year'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114074676002510634</id><published>2006-02-23T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:09:15.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog About Me, Mommy, and M and G: Silly Blog</title><content type='html'>Today! M's friend G came over to watch the Olympics with us! And the first person we saw was at the end she cried! Boo hoo boo hoo. Um heh. I can't hear you. I can't hear you! Goo goo ga ga. Buh buh! Whoo whoo! I love everybody that reads my blog! Boo hoo! Buh ga! Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo! Boo-boo boo-boo! Goooo! Boooo! Mama, I love you! I love everybody who reads my blog! Boo hoo! I love everyone in the whole wide world! I love my mom, my sister, and my sister's friend. Well, I love every skater in the Olympics. Will Sasha Cohen win? I will be so happy if Sasha Cohen wins the Olympics! Woo have you ever said boo like a ghost? I love Halloween! I love doing magic tricks! That's the end. Publish post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-114074676002510634?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114074676002510634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114074676002510634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114074676002510634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114074676002510634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-about-me-mommy-and-m-and-g-silly.html' title='The Blog About Me, Mommy, and M and G: Silly Blog'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114057483964157145</id><published>2006-02-21T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:20:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post About the Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the Olympics.  I watch it every night.  Tonight when I watched it my favorite girl was a red and pink girl that was skating in women's figure skating.  Da End&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/20452690-114057483964157145?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114057483964157145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114057483964157145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114057483964157145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114057483964157145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-about-olympics.html' title='A Post About the Olympics'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-114005301307906816</id><published>2006-02-15T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:23:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;One afternoon there was a girl that was eight years old and her name was Emily and she was a ballerina.  She was the best in her class but not as good as her older sister was.  Her older sister was in a class.  She was the best in her class.  They went to the same ballet school.  There were different groups in it.  Her older sister's name was Emma.  They had a toddler younger sister that was in the ballet school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon there will be a big dance show with the whole school.  Different groups are different animals.  Emily's group is butterflies.  Emily's teacher picks her to be the queen butterfly.  Emma is the queen bird in her class.  And their younger sister is a queen kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the big day before the dance show.  They were all trying on their costumes.  But their younger sister looks the prettiest.  They practiced all day.  They weared their costumes all day.  When they went to ballet class that day they waited since they weared their ballet clothes in while most of them bring them in bags but some of them else were wearing them too.  So they all played while they waited for the rest.  They wiggled too much while they ate dinner, lunch, and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was the day of the big dance show!  They all drove there.  They got in their costumes.  The queen kitty their younger sister crawls around the floor the whole dance show followed by a line of the other kitties.  The queen butterfly flied around the whole play followed by a line of the other butterflies.  And the queen bird flied around the whole dance floor the whole show followed by a line of the other birds.  Da End&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/20452690-114005301307906816?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/114005301307906816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=114005301307906816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114005301307906816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/114005301307906816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-ballet.html' title='The Big Ballet'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113996607233896031</id><published>2006-02-14T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:15:08.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Story: A True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My birthday! Is the first day of winter! I love winter! Because Hanukkah is in winter! And sometimes Valentines Day! Today is Valentines Day! And it's winter still! And there's five more weeks of winter! I'm learning about space in school! And one of the planets in our solar system that's the closest planet to the sun on the side that's right next to the sun burning hot and on the side that's farthest away from the sun is freezing cold! School is fun! My best friend E and my best friend K we all like to make games! Da End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113996607233896031?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113996607233896031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113996607233896031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113996607233896031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113996607233896031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-story-true-story.html' title='The Winter Story: A True Story'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113987793958416215</id><published>2006-02-13T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:51:47.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Sure and a Post About Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wasn't quite sure about a color. Since it was a Valentine's Day post I did pink for Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Valentine's Night is tomorrow night. In my class I am going to wear pink! I can't wait until Valentine's Day! I love watching the Olympics! And I love the snowboarding! I like the crazy flips when they went up in the air they spinned! My grandpa came to visit and he's staying at my house! Da End&lt;/span&gt;&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/20452690-113987793958416215?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113987793958416215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113987793958416215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113987793958416215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113987793958416215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-quite-sure-and-post-about.html' title='Not Quite Sure and a Post About Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113979572901680182</id><published>2006-02-12T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:55:29.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Cold Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got cold today when I went sledding.  This is how many times I slided: four times.  Me and my sister have a blue round sled that doesn't go straight.  It goes spinny.  I got a ride in a purple sled.  My mom pulled me there.  On the way back, my dad pulled me half the way back and my mom pulled me the other half back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113979572901680182?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113979572901680182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113979572901680182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113979572901680182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113979572901680182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-cold-today.html' title='I Got Cold Today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113968798504358867</id><published>2006-02-11T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:59:45.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story About Today</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up and I had breakfast.  Then me and my sister played and waited for people to come for brunch.  When they got here, we ate.  And then we played.  And then they had to leave, but I got to hold the babies.  I got to hold them when they standed up.  After they left, me and my sister had a fight.  Then we went to play outside.  We are going to go ice skating.  Then we are going to our uncle's house for dinner and we had dinner.  Then we came home and got ready for bed.  Then we went to bed.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113968798504358867?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113968798504358867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113968798504358867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113968798504358867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113968798504358867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-about-today.html' title='The Story About Today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113936001660703738</id><published>2006-02-07T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:53:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Came Into School Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My dad came into school today and cooked pretzels with us.  Mine was a heart with cinnamon sugar on the bottom and sprinkles on the top.  We ate ours at lunch.  My dad left a cooking tool in my cubby.&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/20452690-113936001660703738?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113936001660703738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113936001660703738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113936001660703738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113936001660703738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-dad-came-into-school-today.html' title='My Dad Came Into School Today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113849067320251343</id><published>2006-01-28T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:25:12.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Say to the People Who Read My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I like writing my blog. I am listening to a kid and grownup radio show. I love it because I can request for my favorite song. Do you want to know what its name is? Its name is "We Are The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" and the radio station is 88.9. It's on at weekends nights from 5-8 and what it's called is The Playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113849067320251343?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113849067320251343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113849067320251343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113849067320251343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113849067320251343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-to-say-to-people-who-read-my.html' title='Something to Say to the People Who Read My Blog'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113841294088484882</id><published>2006-01-27T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:49:00.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Coudn't Think of a Name So I Just Thought of This Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm writing this right after I got home from a big party.  It wore me out.  My &lt;a href="http://www.storythyme.blogspot.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; went up and sang.  I can't think of anything else to say.&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/20452690-113841294088484882?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113841294088484882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113841294088484882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113841294088484882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113841294088484882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-coudnt-think-of-name-so-i-just.html' title='I Coudn&apos;t Think of a Name So I Just Thought of This Name'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113762283267907198</id><published>2006-01-18T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:20:32.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did Today</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this right after my friends just left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113762283267907198?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113762283267907198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113762283267907198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113762283267907198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113762283267907198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I Did Today'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113753755771983901</id><published>2006-01-17T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:39:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One sunny afternoon two sisters went out to play.  They spreaded out a blanket and sat their baby sister on it.  They brought out the baby sister's toys and books and then went off to play on their swingset.  Then they noticed the baby sister was crying and they got her her bottle.  Then they went inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113753755771983901?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113753755771983901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113753755771983901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113753755771983901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113753755771983901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/summer-story.html' title='The Summer Story'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113746056036927545</id><published>2006-01-16T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:16:00.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season Story</title><content type='html'>Once there was two sisters that went out to play one warm January afternoon and jumped in a puddle because it rained last night and they lied in wetness and they rolled in dirt with their wetness on and they hugged each other with their mud on and they got some on their faces but not in their eyes and not in their mouth and they laughed and laughed.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113746056036927545?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113746056036927545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113746056036927545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113746056036927545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113746056036927545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/season-story.html' title='A Season Story'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113702875040836734</id><published>2006-01-11T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:00:55.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>In my family I have &lt;a href="http://www.storythyme.blogspot.com"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt;, my mom, my dad, and myself. I like when my sister plays with me. I like when my mom reads to me. I like playing with my mom. I like when my dad picks me up from school. I like when my dad's home on nights. I like when me and my sister read together. I like when my whole family is home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of my family blog post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113702875040836734?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113702875040836734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113702875040836734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113702875040836734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113702875040836734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113673525275146984</id><published>2006-01-08T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:23:08.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Magic Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was packing up for a magic trip with my friend Bear. I was very late to put my stuff in the plane. But hopefully I got there and woke up the next morning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;And then I went to get breakfast.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113673525275146984?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113673525275146984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113673525275146984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113673525275146984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113673525275146984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-of-magic-trip.html' title='The Story of the Magic Trip'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113667075162516587</id><published>2006-01-07T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:52:31.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Rhymes I Made Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One two three&lt;br /&gt;Eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eeny meeny miney moe   &lt;br /&gt;Tick tack toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Beany biney bick&lt;br /&gt;Weeny winey wick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Veeny viney voe&lt;br /&gt;Mick mack moe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113667075162516587?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113667075162516587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113667075162516587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113667075162516587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113667075162516587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-rhymes-i-made-up.html' title='A Few Rhymes I Made Up'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113650625885837329</id><published>2006-01-05T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:10:58.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things That I Like About the Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. In December I like my birthday.  I liked when my parents came to school for my birthday circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2. I like school and I also like my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113650625885837329?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113650625885837329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113650625885837329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113650625885837329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113650625885837329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-things-that-i-like-about-seasons.html' title='A Few Things That I Like About the Seasons'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113642393587911080</id><published>2006-01-04T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:19:27.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Snow Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Emma was walking in her backyard. It was almost summer. She was slipping in lots of melting ice. It rained yesterday night so she also jumped in a puddle. Then she ran inside to tell her mom because she got all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&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/20452690-113642393587911080?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113642393587911080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113642393587911080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113642393587911080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113642393587911080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/emmas-snow-adventure.html' title='Emma&apos;s Snow Adventure'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113632667542740224</id><published>2006-01-03T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:18:51.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i like to all different seasons all different seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;ashing with ilver&lt;br /&gt;ollow the ild oose ight&lt;br /&gt;ip ip and ing&lt;br /&gt;ip ip and ing it ack&lt;br /&gt;ashing with ilver&lt;br /&gt;ollow the ild oose ight&lt;br /&gt;ip ip and ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my paddle clean and bright&lt;br /&gt;flashing with silver&lt;br /&gt;follow the wild goose flight&lt;br /&gt;dip dip and swing&lt;br /&gt;dip dip and swing it back&lt;br /&gt;dashing with silver&lt;br /&gt;follow the wild goose flight&lt;br /&gt;dip dip and swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vy vaddle vean and vight&lt;br /&gt;vashing with vilver&lt;br /&gt;vollow the vild voose vight&lt;br /&gt;vip vip and ving&lt;br /&gt;vip vip and ving it vack&lt;br /&gt;vashing with vilver&lt;br /&gt;vollow the vild voose vight&lt;br /&gt;vip vip and ving&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/20452690-113632667542740224?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/feeds/113632667542740224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20452690&amp;postID=113632667542740224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113632667542740224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20452690/posts/default/113632667542740224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowman00.blogspot.com/2006/01/songs.html' title='the songs'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876289232749915527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113624968815987776</id><published>2006-01-02T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:56:04.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Summer</title><content type='html'>A LIST OF THINGS I LIKE ABOUT SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;swimming&lt;br /&gt;eating raspberries and strawberries&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach and climbing on rocks&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach and swimming and swimming and swimming&lt;br /&gt;last summer I learned how to swim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20452690-113624968815987776?l=snowman00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFlyXQ1-CI/TgdVawjjGsI/AAAAAAAAABg/y2JcW-rxK6o/s1600/51vlGuX7%25252BFL._SL500_AA300_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20452690.post-113624875573931743</id><published>2006-01-02T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:39:15.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Winter is so fun to play in snow.&lt;br /&gt;To go to school and run and jump in snow is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love to run, jump, and fall in winter snow at school.&lt;br /&gt;In winter I like to throw snowballs at each other.&lt;br /&gt;I like to hop in snow.&lt;br /&gt;And make things out of snow like a little snow mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I once did that with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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