<?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-1351655715092801172</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:42:36.718-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='stupid school'/><category term='My Families Story'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Heart Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-3720507951688565285</id><published>2008-08-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:03:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hi! I'm BACK!!!!!! Anyway you guys are probably all on vacation for labor day weekend. I am here with My cousins Emma, Bennett, Savannah, and Bishop. They are prety cool and they are very polite and clean!!!!! But all of us are about on the edge with their mom! She's driving us all BANANAS!!!!! Today, Emma was asking her to go to the barn and drop us off instead of her staying there in the car. And then the abruptly said "I Don't KNOW!!!." And then Emma began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/parenting/2006/08/12/angry_mom_blog140x181.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://sfgate.info/cgi-bin/blogs/parenting/detail%3Fblogid%3D29%26entry_id%3D7948&amp;amp;h=181&amp;amp;w=140&amp;amp;sz=9&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=4&amp;amp;usg=__iW37m-jyc_bEsbo0k8P1IWQaMxM=&amp;amp;tbnid=lcbe9p_asb1kVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=101&amp;amp;tbnw=78&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dangry%2Bmom%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to say, "well..." and her mom interuppted, "I DON"T KNOW!!!!!!!" Then her hard headed mother rudely walked off. And, just for the record her mother hates when people are rude.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we get to go to the the barn (hopefully). Emma is going to show me her horse that she rides (peaches) and all of the other horses. And maybe we'll even muck stalls and groom the horses. And, if we're lucky, maybe even ridew for a while. But we don't know yet. The main reason we're here is because Jason is doing the Ironman. It's like this really long triathlon where you swim like 2 miles, bike like 100 miles and run a marathon (26.4 miles). He's been traing for this like forever! He would get up at like 5:00 in the morning and swim, go to work, then as soon as he got home he would go out and run and ride his bike for 3 hours then come home and go to sleep. I hope he does well! Well see ya Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-3720507951688565285?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/3720507951688565285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=3720507951688565285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/3720507951688565285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/3720507951688565285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend!'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-8351335404286728234</id><published>2008-08-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:51:12.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid school'/><title type='text'>Summer Comes to an END!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well school has finally started.  I was actually pretty excited when I walked throught the school doors.  I love being with my class.  We're probably the coolest class in the ENTIRE SCHOOL!!!!!  But, I still wish there was a little summer though.  This sumer was the worst ever!  I only went on one trip, my Dad was on the phone all summer, I had to babysit Ella practically all summer, and I didn't get to see my horse at all!  Thats why I wish there was still more summer so I could at least go on a vacation or actually talk to my Dad and not email him or IM him.  But the worst thing about school starting is that I could only go the first day and now I can go 'till Wednesday, because my stupid dad paid the tuition late and the school says i can't go untill wednesday!  SO I'M SITTING HERE TOTALLY BORED AND I CAN'T GO BACK TO SCHOOL UNTILL NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm so #@** off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (i didn't say it)  I hate this soooo much, because the first days of school are like the best days of the whole year because they're the easiest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Yah Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-8351335404286728234?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/8351335404286728234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=8351335404286728234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/8351335404286728234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/8351335404286728234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-comes-to-end.html' title='Summer Comes to an END!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-3101088750305843241</id><published>2008-07-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:03:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SIdTqZD7R3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OhR9HIa1dDE/s1600-h/baby+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SIe4YvK3HpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R19AlYlV7bg/s1600-h/baby+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348627705142930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SIe4YvK3HpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R19AlYlV7bg/s200/baby+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well if you're life is boring right now and are very bored, this news will probably make your day a lot more exciting. Ok, I know that I've told some of you that i have a big juicy secret that I can't tell. But I can't keep my my mouth closed so here it is! My mom is........PREGNANT! There the people I've told about my secret. Man this is going to be a long road that I have to go on all over again. But I don't think that it will be that bad. We hope that it's going to be a boy. If it is they're going to name him Ely (Elijah) Brooks Lax. It's going to be weird after he/she is born because then Ella and the baby are going to moved into my mom an Jason's room. So the hallway is going to look really weird withouth all of the baby stuff. We're gonna get to put like a table and stuff right there. It'll be pretty cool having another little baby crawling around the house. Well I hope I made your life a little more exciting. And to Rachel..... KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-3101088750305843241?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/3101088750305843241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=3101088750305843241' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/3101088750305843241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/3101088750305843241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SIe4YvK3HpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R19AlYlV7bg/s72-c/baby+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-7618744800753895561</id><published>2008-07-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:59:39.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>This Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzyK7UJvbI/AAAAAAAAACs/iAF6CS17SHc/s1600-h/Bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315937377762738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzyK7UJvbI/AAAAAAAAACs/iAF6CS17SHc/s200/Bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, this summer has been the most boring so far. I've gone on one vacation, the only camp I go to every year (horse camp) was canceled, and my barn is so far away now that I don't get to go that much. And I miss my horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzixFixvzI/AAAAAAAAACM/9R3pTs-wREk/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223299000772443954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzixFixvzI/AAAAAAAAACM/9R3pTs-wREk/s200/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; To tell the truth i don't really like my barn. I mean the trainer is nice and so is his wife. But the girls there aren't very nice to me. Especially this one girl named Megan. She's a spoiled, rotten brat. I say hi to her whenever we pass each other in the barn, but all she does is stare at me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzoB1_gwTI/AAAAAAAAACU/HNLJpWdteMA/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223304786213912882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzoB1_gwTI/AAAAAAAAACU/HNLJpWdteMA/s320/megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody else likes her but me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;-I think she's a devil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mrs. Brunsting after) (Mrs. Brunsting before) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHztc18helI/AAAAAAAAACc/kxzyivWbd9Y/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310747615984210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHztc18helI/AAAAAAAAACc/kxzyivWbd9Y/s200/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzudQ6uG7I/AAAAAAAAACk/w7Vfdt6M2_c/s1600-h/hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223311854367808434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzudQ6uG7I/AAAAAAAAACk/w7Vfdt6M2_c/s200/hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually can't wait to get back into school. I have so much fun with my class every day. My class has a great sense of humor and we know how to have a good time. And my teacher this year is pretty funny too. And she's kind of crazy! He name is Mrs. Brungsting. Sometimes she can be funny and you think she's the best teacher ever and then she turns evil and you absolutely hate her. But the weird thing about her is that she likes the boys more than the girls. And most of the time the teachers like the girls more right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any way I think the only 2 things that are good about going to back to school is (1) seeing your friends again and (2) back-to-school shopping. Well, I guess I'm looking forward to those two things. Later!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-7618744800753895561?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/7618744800753895561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=7618744800753895561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/7618744800753895561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/7618744800753895561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-summer.html' title='This Summer'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHzyK7UJvbI/AAAAAAAAACs/iAF6CS17SHc/s72-c/Bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-7039174861052141712</id><published>2008-07-11T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:41:24.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid school'/><title type='text'>School Work!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHfgrtH20tI/AAAAAAAAABk/ej4mz4SRvEI/s1600-h/blog+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221889334410924754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHfgrtH20tI/AAAAAAAAABk/ej4mz4SRvEI/s200/blog+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHfaBI0rxuI/AAAAAAAAABc/W8FNb6XdG_M/s1600-h/blog+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221882006042560226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHfaBI0rxuI/AAAAAAAAABc/W8FNb6XdG_M/s200/blog+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;- My Teachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;UUUUUGGGHH! This totally sucks! We have school work over the summer! We have to read 3 incredibly boring books and we have to do a packet full of problems! It bites butt! The book that i have to read that is the most boring is like 400 pages long. It should just just be a giant paper weight. I'm not going to be able to any thing fun over the summer because of all of this stupid work!!!! I just want to bite some ones head off I'm so angry! My mom says that they just have high expectations. I think my teachers just like to see us tweens and and teenagers be tortured. And since they can't see us every day anymore they've decided to mail us the the unhappiness in an envelope. It just makes me soooooo angry! Sometimes I feel like my teachers are soooo stupid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And there is one teacher that I especially don't like. Her name is Mrs. Sotiriodos. She is pure, annoying, heartless, and cruel evil placed into one a convenient package. She is our music teacher. She made us do this one thing where we each have an instrument and we have to play at one rhythm for 5 minutes. And they're not even real instruments! They're like wood blocks, two sticks that you bang together, and other silly little four year old instruments. And the thing that annoys me the most about her is that she does the same thing every time she puts emphasis on something. She bobs her head back and fourth with every syllable and she stretches out all of the vowels. So it sounds like, " Yooooouuu neeeeed toooooo dooooo yoooooour hooomewooork!" It is really annoying! But the really wierd thing is that she's not so bad as our drama teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well gotta get back to work! Reading to boring paper weight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-7039174861052141712?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/7039174861052141712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=7039174861052141712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/7039174861052141712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/7039174861052141712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-work.html' title='School Work!?!'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHfgrtH20tI/AAAAAAAAABk/ej4mz4SRvEI/s72-c/blog+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-5077151528167930520</id><published>2008-07-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:48:31.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT50kofNtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I7SB9YgosrU/s1600-h/DSCF0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221072549611255506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT50kofNtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I7SB9YgosrU/s200/DSCF0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT5jTTyiKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HZ5QxEiRJN0/s1600-h/DSCF0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221072252903262370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT5jTTyiKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HZ5QxEiRJN0/s200/DSCF0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The vacation was a lot of fun. The indoor water park was so cool! It had the most fun water slides I've ever been on. And the amusement park was even better. They had one ride where you didn't sit up right, you lay down on your back. It was so AWESOME! The park was called Kings Island. We walked to it because it was so close to the hotel. In the hotel there was this magic quest thing we did where there are all of this interactive things hotel. And to do all the things around the hotel you have to buy a wand in the hotel gift shop and the you just flick your wand at anythings that has a little Q on it. And it either opens, lights up, or talks to you. It was pretty cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The worst part of the trip was the drive home. Ella was upset, I was very tired, and my mom was on the brink of going crazy. But after we got to McDonald's and Ella fell asleep she was OK. I you know my Mom you know that she has almost no patience. Well gotta go to Dad's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-5077151528167930520?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/5077151528167930520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=5077151528167930520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/5077151528167930520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/5077151528167930520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-vacation.html' title='About the Vacation'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT50kofNtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I7SB9YgosrU/s72-c/DSCF0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-6031950301909011001</id><published>2008-07-06T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:48:45.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>July 6 2008; The Long Drive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we have to drive all the way up to Ohio. It's going to take us about 2 hours to get there! I absolutaly hate long drives, it makes me sick, bored, and a little loopy. When we were driving up here to Kentucky (where i am now with my awesome cousins) I got so bored that I started balancing cheerios on my face! I looked pretty stupid. Nick got so bored that he started making up a kung fu scene with a stuffed chihuahua toy and a stuffed German Sheperd toy. Ella thought it was hilarious, but thats when i get annoyed and started balancing cheerios on my face. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we're going to Ohio because we are going to Great Wolf Lodge. It's this waterpark /hotel and it's all under one gaint roof. So we don't have to wear sunscreen! One of the things i really hate besides long drives is putting on sunscreen. It's just so thick and greesy and gross, and once you've put it on you can't get the extra sunscreen out of between your fingers. It's so annoying! Anyway, we have to leave in an hour. And my little 5 year old cousin (Bennett) is trying to pry us off the computer. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quote " Guys, lets go lets get off the computer! lets go play!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a good thing he can't read yet. It may sound cute but trust me after 2 years of it, it gets pretty annoying! But he can be very sweet at sometimes. He and all of his siblings have beautiful blue eyes. And all of them have bleach blonde hair. They're almost like clones they're so alike. Well gotta drive. "Were on the road again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1351655715092801172-6031950301909011001?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/6031950301909011001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=6031950301909011001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/6031950301909011001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/6031950301909011001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-6-2008-long-drive.html' title='July 6 2008; The Long Drive!'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-6888646548236363115</id><published>2008-07-04T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:09:41.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Families Story'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT9k8t06gI/AAAAAAAAABU/bgVkG3qrrgY/s1600-h/nickb-ball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221076679244704258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT9k8t06gI/AAAAAAAAABU/bgVkG3qrrgY/s200/nickb-ball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT74ea5SLI/AAAAAAAAABM/oL97StvKpR0/s1600-h/DSCF0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221074815686363314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT74ea5SLI/AAAAAAAAABM/oL97StvKpR0/s200/DSCF0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT6xlD0n8I/AAAAAAAAABE/WMY2nl2piaw/s1600-h/basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Family Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 5 or 6 years old my parents got divorced. I was sad for a a while I kept wondering and wondering what went wrong and I cried and prayed alot. I prayed mostly to give me sign that every thing would be ok. Well he answered my prayers. But now (7 years later) I have a perfect life. I have parents that love me, a place to sleep, really good friends, wonderful loving pets, and a really awesome school. I truely can't think of one thing that could make my life any better than it is already. So I just want to tell my parents thanks for everything! ( to all my friends reading this: yeah its sobby but don't judge me for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a pretty cool little dude. He's very athletic, and very handsome. He's very polite to adults. He's also alot of fun to hang out with. Sometimes he's absoltely hilarious and sometimes he can be totally retarded, but i still love him. He also plays baseball and basketball. He is a total video game adict. He knows every trick in the book. He knows the most difficult and complicated moves. He tries to teach me them when we play but all it sounds like push A then b then rapidly push x ect. I have to study all of the moves and tricks just to be even a slight challenge to him. I mainly lose. Anyway my little brother is the best brother I could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister is soooooo CUTE! She has the most adorble personality. She's a sassy chick and at the same time a sweet, lovable, little girl. She can get so crazy at times. I remember one night she found a pair of socks and took one in each hand and started waving them around and going "AUAUAUAUAUA" and after she did that for a few seconds she would dive head first to the ground. She did that for about 20 minutes. She knew she was making us laugh so she kept trying to make us laugh. She makes me laugh every day. I love her so much. I would rather die than have anything happen to her. My baby sister is the coolest and cutest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-6888646548236363115?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/6888646548236363115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=6888646548236363115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/6888646548236363115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/6888646548236363115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHT9k8t06gI/AAAAAAAAABU/bgVkG3qrrgY/s72-c/nickb-ball2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351655715092801172.post-1719967232865328425</id><published>2008-07-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:25:23.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: I don't know how to describe myself. I guess I'm very outdoorsey and at the same time love to be lazy and stay inside. I love animals but only the cute and fuzzy ones. My little brother and sister always bring me joy and let me know that I need to be responsible for myself and for them when my Mom and Dad are a little busy. But I don't mind taking care of them, it makes me feel very mature and grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides family I love going out to dances, parties, picnics, or just fun gatherings. I just love getting to be with everyone and having a good time. I also love acting. I find it really interesting to pretend to be someone other than me. I find it a very good challenge. But another thing I love is a challenge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHp_fvDVFTI/AAAAAAAAABs/l2LBJHU2QUc/s1600-h/Carrie+Underwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222626901072614706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHp_fvDVFTI/AAAAAAAAABs/l2LBJHU2QUc/s200/Carrie+Underwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I absolutely LOVE...... CARRIE UNDERWOOD!!! She is amazing! She has a perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect clothes, and she's a perfect role model! I saw her perform live once and I thought that I was about to pass out. That was probably the best day of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing i absolutely love (not as much as Carrie Underwood of course) are the movies Mean Girls and Juno. They are both hilarious! Me and my friends could watch these two movies all day! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHqAFuGOr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iAoV2_pdwD4/s1600-h/Mean+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627553651371874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHqAFuGOr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iAoV2_pdwD4/s200/Mean+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627945735243410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHqAciuTxpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6b80S5fnWhk/s200/Juno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351655715092801172-1719967232865328425?l=bluedog12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/feeds/1719967232865328425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351655715092801172&amp;postID=1719967232865328425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/1719967232865328425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351655715092801172/posts/default/1719967232865328425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluedog12.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me'/><author><name>Dogs From Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12499928063808508035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SLlHGfVKTbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8npdK3duiSY/S220/funny_cat_pictures_pc_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QvPVJs_0jM/SHp_fvDVFTI/AAAAAAAAABs/l2LBJHU2QUc/s72-c/Carrie+Underwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
