<?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-3040778943843602465</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:48.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toes Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my toes 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S_GRU5caT-I/AAAAAAAAACg/3k5EUsCuv28/s1600/SCAN0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472314810435260386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S_GRU5caT-I/AAAAAAAAACg/3k5EUsCuv28/s320/SCAN0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day it was a cold winter day and I was playing outside in a field.Then I walk up to something it look like to animals mixed together it look like a Green pit viper and mixed with a yeit crab. But thgen I thought to myself and I relized that I had discovered my own animal so then I took it home and un frozen it then I named it Green pit yeit viper it looked like they slamed together and I think thats how got stuck together.         &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-8596084226978246234?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/8596084226978246234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8596084226978246234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8596084226978246234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-animal.html' title='My Animal'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S_GRU5caT-I/AAAAAAAAACg/3k5EUsCuv28/s72-c/SCAN0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-5263948081920442360</id><published>2010-05-05T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:41:23.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respiratory System, Digestive System and Excretory System</title><content type='html'>Digestive System: The food you eat cannot be used by your body until it is digested, or broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiratory System :The respiratory system's job is to take oxygen, which body cells need, and to get rid of carbon dioxide, a waste gas. Muscles help your respiratory system move gasses into your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excretory System: This job is important because it keeps the right amount of water in the body at all times. It also helps keep wastes from building up in the body. These wastes, in large amounts, are harmful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-5263948081920442360?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/5263948081920442360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/05/respiratory-system-digestive-system-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/5263948081920442360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/5263948081920442360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/05/respiratory-system-digestive-system-and.html' title='Respiratory System, Digestive System and Excretory System'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-1089895736130360252</id><published>2010-04-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:35:35.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future   Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; In the Future I will go to College and try my best to pass the TAKS test.  The TAKS test is tomorrow so I'm going to listen to the teacher  so I can pass the TAKS test but I think I'm going to pass the TAKS test anyway so all I'm going to do is try my best on the TAKS test. Then when I do the TAKS test I'm going to check my work over and over again so I can get and  100 and pass. Then TAKS test helps me because I can see how much I have  learn this year and see if I'm ready to move on to the next grade. I really think that the TAKS test really does help in some ways.Whenever you put your answers on the sane Tron make sure  you look back to see if you put the answer that you have on the paper onto the sane tron.  Then I will pass the TAKS test and get an 100% and I will be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-1089895736130360252?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/1089895736130360252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.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/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1089895736130360252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1089895736130360252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='Future   Quest'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-5903505343088464503</id><published>2010-03-29T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:26:37.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>First I woke up on Saturday got dressed and ate some cereal and my mom wanted to know if I  would help her with a track meet and I said yes so we got there and it was windy and a little cold but could not go home   anyway so all I really did is run the papers  that means when ever  they finish putting the places on the paper I go run the paper somebody but that was over at 10:00 so when it was over we went home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then next day it was Sunday we  woke up got dressed and ate cereal   and after that we went to Church but that only lasted about 5 hour but it was good going to church but after that we had went home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; and then went to I hope and that really all  I did for my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-5903505343088464503?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/5903505343088464503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.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/3040778943843602465/posts/default/5903505343088464503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/5903505343088464503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend_29.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-3207341742860573554</id><published>2010-03-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:51:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back From Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I did not want to come back to school because I don't want to wake up at 6:40 and go to school. I would just like to  stay in bed all day and go to sleep I did not want to go to school and it spoiled my Spring  Break.  I  don't want to take the  Big ugly because it scares me. I think the Task test really does not really mean anything to me really I just don't want to take it  though but I have because it is a  part of life so I will just get ready for the  TAKS test.  What the  test TAKS test means to me  I think the TAKS test is to see if you are ready to go to the next grade , But I really think that you should try your hardest and past the BIG UGLY I think that's what the TAKS test means to me. I think the TAKS test is great for people to see what they learned seams they  been in school and to see if they are ready for 6th grade and some people are critical about the TAKS test but I think that is there thoughts but they are scare then but they are going to have to do it anyway.  I would say my confident level for the TAKS test is about a 7 . I think if I had taken over the TAKS test I would still let the children take the test because they need to see what they have learned and to see if they are ready for the TAKS test.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-3207341742860573554?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/3207341742860573554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/3207341742860573554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/3207341742860573554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html' title='Coming Back From Spring Break'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-3940022473963440273</id><published>2010-03-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:29:40.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>First I woke up and it was Saturday my mom came in my when it was like 9:36  my mom said we are going to I Hope so get dressed so I did . Then we got in the car and drove to I Hope we did have a long time to eat because we had to  take my dog to the groomer so we had to go back home to get Bella to take her the groomer so we got her but when ever she got in the car my said don't put her on the seat because she was dirty so we got the groomer and we told them who to curt her.  Then we had to go to Walter's basketball game but my had to drop him off first because then Bella was all most done so we had to go and get her  and when she was done we had to go back home to put her in  the house then went back to Walter's game they won the first Terry had 45 and they had  34 so we went to the championship game and they won that one  two they got a basketball trophy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-3940022473963440273?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/3940022473963440273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.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/3040778943843602465/posts/default/3940022473963440273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/3940022473963440273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-8693006625603747157</id><published>2010-02-22T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:26:13.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;First I woke up on Saturday and I was happy because I was having my slumber party but I had wait because they could not come in till 6:30 so I waited a long time then they started come. Then when they got to my house we got ready to leave to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-weight: bold;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to Chili's it was good but then my mom told me take my little sister to the bathroom so I did but when I got back some of the people that work a Chili's come over to ow er  table and started to sing Happy happy birthday then after they were done singing they gave me a milk shake it was so good but then we had to leave  .Then  after Chili's we  were going to  the movies to  see To Save a life we into the movie and we were the only people in there but we had to wait a little long for the movie to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because it started at 9:55 it was good but after the movie was over my mom had lost her phone in the movie so we went back to find it I found it then we had left it had been 11:46.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-8693006625603747157?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/8693006625603747157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was an African American farmer from Massachusetts I would vote for Abram Lincoln because he did not want slaver anymore because it was bad and mean to them so I would wanted it to die out for every slavery .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an White abolitionist from Massachusetts I would vote for Abram Lincoln because I would not want to whip them so I would want Abram Lincoln because  I would not want slavery anymore never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was an White senator from Alabama I think I would still vote for Abram Lincoln because I think it should die out because it is just mean to them because it was turned around so I think slavery should die out for every.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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War!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Good morning  everybody said Gabby. Then Yasmin told Gabby I don't know if  Walter is  okay because we have not heard from him. Gabby why don't we just send Walter a letter to see if he is okay. Yasmin went to go see if Walter sent a letter back to use and he did Walter said he is okay and will be back in three days . This is the second day from when the letter arrived at the house me and Gabby had to get the house ready for Walter  he is coming home November 3, 1987. Then Gabby and I are going to have a welcome home party for Walter for  tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is when Walter is coming home Gabby and I  where so excited that Walter was coming home all the family were to the house so they could see Walter so then we has to get the welcome home party so then we ha to go get the cake so then we had to go pick him up Yasmin started crying when we pick him up because we have not seen him in a all time. Then when we got to the house everybody was so  happy to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when ever we got home we were so happy we were excited to hear the adventures  he had to say but first he ate some cake and played some games and the Walter started to tell us all about what he did and ever thing. First Walter started to talk about  what we did when he was gone so we said just waiting for you to get home so then Walter told use what  he did Walter said he had to sleep in tenets and eat decanting food everyday but he said that it is better than having nothing at all but  then he said that he killed 500, ooo  people  Walter said he was happy but the day went on and was still at home and lived happily  ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-8081311237413536847?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/8081311237413536847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-form-war_3234.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8081311237413536847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8081311237413536847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-form-war_3234.html' title='Home form War!!!!!'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-1648248616969969902</id><published>2009-11-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:21:14.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living  in West Africa</title><content type='html'>One Day in West Africa this girl named Yasmin was getting sold away from her Mom her brother's and sister she was crying because she did not want to leave her mom.Then and the man wanted me to stuff but she did not know what to stay but she learned what the man was saying but ever day got up and walked to the fields and gathered crops and other things and got little to eat and got to sleep little a day.The next day Yasmin was trying to run away from there masters but then her master  saw her running away and got  her and then he started to whip her and she got cut but she had to deal with it.Then she had to face a lot of things in her life like getting sold around all most ever day and never got to see her family after she got sold and ever day she had to go work in the field's  even when she was sixes years old.Then one day when she was getting sold again she was getting sold to where her family was and she was happy but a slave was not a good life for people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-1648248616969969902?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/1648248616969969902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-west-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1648248616969969902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1648248616969969902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-west-africa.html' title='Living  in West Africa'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-466386932596121538</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:30:09.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamMakers VS. DreamBrreakres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi I'm Yasmin and I'm a Dream Maker,and the reason that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a dream maker is because  I surround my self with positive people and I try my best when ever I'm doing something that seem hard for me and those positive people that surround me Encourage  do do things that when I don't what to do something. But  Dream breakers don't have anybody to encourage  them and just do bad thing's like skip school or do DRUGS  and then they just get on the rode and get in to a crash and just go to jail  and that's why you should always encourage people and never do DRUGS OR ALCOHOL  because you will just go to jail or other bad thing's that will happen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&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/3040778943843602465-466386932596121538?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/466386932596121538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreammakers-vs-dreambrreakres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/466386932596121538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/466386932596121538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreammakers-vs-dreambrreakres.html' title='DreamMakers VS. DreamBrreakres'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-1615287098123244956</id><published>2009-10-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:08:49.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spike girl</title><content type='html'>One Day in New York  this man named Tom Right he was a scienetist  and Tom had a science lab that he did  experiment's in.Then one day in the lab he wanted to make a super hero and tom wanted to name her Spike girl and Tom would make her out of metal but her heart was made out of metal but covered with gold but it never melted Tom wanted to make spike girl have  power's and tom made her have mashine gun's in spike girl's eyes and she could fly in the sky and she could throw fire ball's  but just then Tom Right heard lighting  out side and he thought  it would be a good time to bring Spike girl to come alive then Tom haged spike girl from rope under a hole so the lighting will hit spike girl and it worked she was alive and tom put a shirt on spike gir and it was a  peace  shirt and had blue jean's on and nike shoes.The next day Spike girl woke up and  saw tom right in  front of her and spike girl said are you my dad and tom said yes and she got out of  bed and started to look  around  the house but she did not get to see it all because  the house was to big . Then Spike girl  went out side and was looking around and saw some people that she would wan't friends with them so she did  there name's were Alexis and Bella and alexis has curly hair and bella has curly hair to and we started talking and somthing flow out of the  sky and ever boby and it look like a big ball of naste stuff and it started to shack and something came out and it said I'm a villain and it said i want to fight you and spike girl so then spike girl started to use her mashine gun that was in her eyes the villain fell but got back up so then shse used her fire balls and it worked it died.Then we were  runing because this man was trying to get spike girl  but we got away but  then we  were  in this bulding and this baby  that truned in into a muscler baby and it has frot power's and when ever it frots it makes use fly back and i shout or throw what ever i had and it almost hit me but i flew up in the air and it fell because it triped the villan and it died.Spike girl never had to fight that villan ever again but she would have to fight other villains thow and just lived happy ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-1615287098123244956?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/1615287098123244956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures-of-spike-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1615287098123244956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/1615287098123244956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures-of-spike-girl.html' title='The Adventures of Spike girl'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-8578630411940449898</id><published>2009-10-16T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:31:41.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Label Song</title><content type='html'>Chorus: Start Tearing of my Labels. But some people aren't  mean  to you they are trying to make you fell sad. And when they are trying to make you fell bad  that mean's that they fell bad about themselves so if they think you're  ugly don't listen because they think there ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1: I'm not a geek I'm not ugly. I'm me to the bottom of my feet so that who makes me,me . And just because you don't  like yourself  dose not mean that you  have to be mean to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2: So just tear of that negative labels and just move on and never live up to negative labels .Because  negative labels don't get you anywhere  ,So just live up to positive labels because positive labels  always get you somewhere in life and  get you were you are trying  to get to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-8578630411940449898?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/8578630411940449898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-label-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8578630411940449898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/8578630411940449898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-label-song.html' title='My Label Song'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040778943843602465.post-2820802173882573210</id><published>2009-09-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:39:40.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are the plants and algae important in an aquarium</title><content type='html'>Why is plants important the aquarium . Plants are important in a aquarium is because the Elodea   helps the water stay clean so the fish don't die . The duckweed  is important because if the fish did not duckweed they would of died so that is why duckweed is important to the fish. Then the Algae help  filter  the  water  . That why all of these things are important to the  fish and the snails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3040778943843602465-2820802173882573210?l=smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/feeds/2820802173882573210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/2820802173882573210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3040778943843602465/posts/default/2820802173882573210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock17.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html' title='Why are the plants and algae important in an aquarium'/><author><name>my toes thought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600083287961100689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uq6-lrDNvWs/S1nl9fjQRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/ImeaXOpgA50/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
