<?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-5936480500493948887</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:25:28.812-08:00</updated><category term='souths football'/><category term='bloggs'/><title type='text'>**The Heather Life**</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-7235340099515563581</id><published>2009-01-21T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:07:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeOi8m2jrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PUivBfmG-9A/s1600-h/Tesla"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293856618033090226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeOi8m2jrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PUivBfmG-9A/s320/Tesla%27s+project+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeNxIMYwhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KG5zzxEHNhY/s1600-h/Tesla"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293855762149851666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeNxIMYwhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KG5zzxEHNhY/s320/Tesla%27s+project+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeOCVROSgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CKgTl01fDg8/s1600-h/Tesla"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293856057717574146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeOCVROSgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CKgTl01fDg8/s320/Tesla%27s+project+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5936480500493948887-7235340099515563581?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7235340099515563581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=7235340099515563581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/7235340099515563581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/7235340099515563581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SXeOi8m2jrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PUivBfmG-9A/s72-c/Tesla%27s+project+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-1588616529910857129</id><published>2009-01-15T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:41:42.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>One time that made me really mad was when I was dating this guy named Matt. We weren't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; out for that long probably like 2 weeks at the most. So i broke up with him because he decided to make out with my best friend and lied to me about it. He was telling me all these lies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; making himself look bad. So my best friend and I decided to do a plan where we went down town together and we were gonna meet up with him. Well that didn't work out the way we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;planed, but I&lt;/span&gt; saw him like 3 hours later down there. So he saw me and her walking holding hands and he gave me the most dirtiest look and we went up to him to talk and he ran away. Now he texts me and keeps on saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry and that he wants to get back with me. And now his friend wants to get with me too and I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-1588616529910857129?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1588616529910857129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=1588616529910857129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1588616529910857129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1588616529910857129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-8448563952869170781</id><published>2009-01-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:51:01.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Comblining</title><content type='html'>*Cole shuddered. Cole had another spasm. He had chills. Rosy shoved Edwin. The shove was light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cole shuddered while he had another spasm and Rosy shoved Edwin lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cole sipped water.The water was in a glass. She held the glass to his lips. He struggled to swallow the pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cole sipped water in a glass as he held the glass to his lips while he struggled to swallow the pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cole closed his eyes. Rosy cleaned his wounds. Rosy bandaged his wounds. His wounds were open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rosy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cleaned&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;banged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cole's&lt;/span&gt; wounds because they were open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-8448563952869170781?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8448563952869170781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=8448563952869170781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8448563952869170781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8448563952869170781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentence-comblining.html' title='Sentence Comblining'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-6661829810617647363</id><published>2009-01-07T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:43:54.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coles Punishment</title><content type='html'>For his punishment I wouldn't have done anything different because he needs to be away from people. He needs to find himself and this is the best way to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-6661829810617647363?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6661829810617647363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=6661829810617647363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6661829810617647363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6661829810617647363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/coles-punishment.html' title='Coles Punishment'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-4222987041409627564</id><published>2008-12-12T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:39:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'm  going over to my friend Sierra's house and spending the night. I haven't seen her in a long time, like since my birthday. She even left her jacket over at my house so I have to give that back when I go over there. But I'm really excited and happy to see her because she's one of my really good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-4222987041409627564?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4222987041409627564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=4222987041409627564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/4222987041409627564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/4222987041409627564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-287902498906524457</id><published>2008-12-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:48:38.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>One of the times I got really mad was at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; because I had to stay home. I was going to go to my friends party and then spend the night. My Mom even said I could go and everything and then she said I couldn't. So I was really mad at her and I threw the biggest fit ever. I was so mad that I decided to jump out my window and when I was just through my mom caught me, and she told me to come back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; and I did. So I got in more trouble and by at least 9:00 pm and went back out my window and went over to my friend's house. I came back around 12:30 and I came up to my door and knocked on it. My Mom opened the door and then I said "trick or treat".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-287902498906524457?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/287902498906524457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=287902498906524457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/287902498906524457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/287902498906524457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-8213502194342771503</id><published>2008-12-09T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:52:23.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>The shelter burned.&lt;br /&gt;The flames rumbled.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rumbled like a freight &lt;/span&gt;train.&lt;br /&gt;They sucked at the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames rumbled and sucked through the air like a freight train as the flame burned through out the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelter was burning with rumbling flames that seemed like a freight train as it sucked through the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-8213502194342771503?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8213502194342771503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=8213502194342771503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8213502194342771503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8213502194342771503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-combining_09.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-2627965326327806835</id><published>2008-12-05T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:53:08.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now...</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to find a job, I have been looking and I think I might have found one. I'm going to try to get a job over at Target because one of my friends work there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always wanted to work at Target. I started to fill out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;application&lt;/span&gt; for it online but it said that it would take about 45 minutes and I didn't have the time so I didn't do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; planing on completing it by the end of this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-2627965326327806835?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2627965326327806835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=2627965326327806835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2627965326327806835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2627965326327806835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/now.html' title='Now...'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-3230471140564165473</id><published>2008-12-03T12:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:51:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>On Thanksgiving day my sister came over and spent the day with my family. Her boyfriend didn't come over because he was working. All we did that day was play video games, watch football and movies. We didn't play football or anything because it was really cold outside. Me and my sister usually help my mom with Thanksgiving. We each usually make our own dishes. I make banana pudding and my sister makes this green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; stuff. But anyways it was a really good Thanksgiving, other then the fighting, because I got to spend that day with my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-3230471140564165473?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3230471140564165473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=3230471140564165473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/3230471140564165473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/3230471140564165473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-day_03.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-6925826971525810002</id><published>2008-12-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:41:47.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1.Janet directed the band. She also played the drums.&lt;br /&gt;2.Anthony is a fine writer. Jake is a fine writer.&lt;br /&gt;3.Maria is a fast reader. She just finished reading War and Peace.&lt;br /&gt;4.That girl is a whiz at math. She has a calculator in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Janet plays the drums and she also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;directs&lt;/span&gt; the band.&lt;br /&gt;2.Both Anthony and Jake are fine writers.&lt;br /&gt;3.Maria just finished the book &lt;em&gt;War and Peace&lt;/em&gt; because she is a fast reader.&lt;br /&gt;4.That girl always carries a calculator in her hand and shes a whiz at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Antony and Jake are fine writers. That's why Janet asked them to write out a solo so she could play it on her drums that night for the concert. Maria is also in the band. Luckily, she finished her &lt;em&gt;War and Peace&lt;/em&gt; book so she can play. At the show many people showed up even that one girl who is a whiz at math, you know the one who always has a calculator in her hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-6925826971525810002?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6925826971525810002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=6925826971525810002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6925826971525810002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6925826971525810002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-916248928953756171</id><published>2008-11-20T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:08:27.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Practice</title><content type='html'>He watched it.&lt;br /&gt;He ate it.&lt;br /&gt;She called it.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped it.&lt;br /&gt;They pulled it.&lt;br /&gt;They broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a really scary movie at my friends house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;My friend Ryan ate a box of pizza last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt; called me last night to see if I could hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;My brother threw a rock at my friend so I jumped on top on him.&lt;br /&gt;The dog pulled away as I was trying to get his toy.&lt;br /&gt;I left my favorite pair of sunglasses over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;' house and he broke them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-916248928953756171?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/916248928953756171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=916248928953756171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/916248928953756171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/916248928953756171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-practice.html' title='Writing Practice'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-1323246134390890570</id><published>2008-11-18T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:02:17.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing Sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wrong sentences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lettuce all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;because the tornado was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;try and get here on time.&lt;br /&gt;can i go with?&lt;br /&gt;i should of studied for that test.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't go no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right sentences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lettuce all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;The tornado was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Try your hardest to get here on time.&lt;br /&gt;Can I go with you?&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;studied&lt;/span&gt; for that test.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combining sentences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going to school I knew that I should have studied for that test that I was going to take. I walked in 10 minutes late and my teacher said "Try your hardest to be here on time, ok?" I sat down and said "I will next time" and started my test. I noticed that there was lettuce all over the table, but I didn't want to question it, so I went on with my test. After school I walked out and my friend said that she was going to the mall. I asked her if I could come with her, and she said "Sure". When we started walking I asked her if she wanted to go to Subway and she said " I don't have any money on me." I said "It's ok don't worry about it cause I'm going to pay for you." She nodded her head and said "Thank you".Then she started tellling me this crazy story about a tornado that unexpectedly hitting Chili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-1323246134390890570?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1323246134390890570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=1323246134390890570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1323246134390890570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1323246134390890570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/fixing-sentences.html' title='Fixing Sentences'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-7267119174691562109</id><published>2008-11-13T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:00:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Comblining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The dog followed Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; It followed her for half a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; It stayed very close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; She forced herself to stay calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; A dog followed Mary for a half a mile, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to stay calm, but it was very close behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Mary forced herself to stay calm while a dog followed her for a half a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; A dog was following Mary and it was close behind her, so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; It was hard for Mary to stay calm because a dog was following her for a half a mile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-7267119174691562109?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7267119174691562109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=7267119174691562109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/7267119174691562109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/7267119174691562109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentence-comblining.html' title='Sentence Comblining'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-6320928272924727392</id><published>2008-11-07T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:04:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SSXOUxzBNDI/AAAAAAAAACg/2PRJmgUm6mo/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270845795267064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SSXOUxzBNDI/AAAAAAAAACg/2PRJmgUm6mo/s320/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was about 11 years old my family and I decided to go to the fair. When I got there I was so excited to see everything and ride every ride. My sister wanted me to go on a fast and scary ride with her. So she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; me to go on a ride called The Ring of Fire. This ride looked like nothing when I was watching it because I made myself think that it wasn't going to be a big thing and I could handle it. Once I finally got on I thought it would just go around in a circle at all times. But, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; I was wrong about that too. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; was that it stops in the middle and turns you up side down for a while and goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;backwards&lt;/span&gt; and forwards. I was sitting next to my sister the whole time and I was so scared out of my mind. I was screaming like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; murder and I made the guy stop the ride. People kept telling me that it was gonna be okay and kept on patting me on the back. Once I got off the ride everyone was mad at me and what made it worse was I was crying my eyes out. But last year when I went to the fair I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conquered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my fear and went on The Ring of Fire and didn't scream whatsoever. I felt really ashamed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in myself for over reacting like I did. But I couldn't help myself because I was only 11 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-6320928272924727392?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6320928272924727392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=6320928272924727392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6320928272924727392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6320928272924727392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring-of-fire.html' title='The Ring of Fire'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SSXOUxzBNDI/AAAAAAAAACg/2PRJmgUm6mo/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-4541963314283609562</id><published>2008-11-06T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:47:54.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{{((Flight Attendant))}}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRNXpVqjoqI/AAAAAAAAABI/anQU5Fm1rGI/s1600-h/flllighgt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265648757028135586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRNXpVqjoqI/AAAAAAAAABI/anQU5Fm1rGI/s320/flllighgt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a flight attendant you need to have at least a high school diploma, but many are looking for people who actually go to college and take some type of flight attendant classes. The people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; go to college have a better chance of getting the job. When they hire you they are looking for people 18 to 21 years old. They also need to be somewhat tall because they need to reach up in high places. They also do a full back ground check on you to make sure that you are capable for the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-4541963314283609562?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4541963314283609562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=4541963314283609562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/4541963314283609562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/4541963314283609562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/flight-attendant.html' title='{{((Flight Attendant))}}'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRNXpVqjoqI/AAAAAAAAABI/anQU5Fm1rGI/s72-c/flllighgt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-3354345031236211953</id><published>2008-11-05T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:47:36.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Obama**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRIFZdNSwNI/AAAAAAAAABA/aKCRr9K3tNk/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265276849244782802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRIFZdNSwNI/AAAAAAAAABA/aKCRr9K3tNk/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All together I think that America made the right choice to vote for Obama because I think he will do better for us and this country. I also think that he will be a good president because I didn't really care for McCain because he kinda seems that he agreed with Bush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-3354345031236211953?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3354345031236211953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=3354345031236211953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/3354345031236211953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/3354345031236211953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html' title='**Obama**'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRIFZdNSwNI/AAAAAAAAABA/aKCRr9K3tNk/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-8498965578467823414</id><published>2008-11-03T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:39:57.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squirrel at the Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSnHKFTQ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/wjk7eGvT1d8/s1600-h/ll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266017605710463922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSnHKFTQ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/wjk7eGvT1d8/s320/ll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to go to the bank all the time to drop off stuff for my mom and dad. One time I went up to my favorite person there. Her name was Tessa. Tessa is really nice and sweet and what made her even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; was that she has the same birthday as I. Anyways when I was walking up to her I saw that she was holding something and I asked her what she was holding. And she told me this long story about how she got a baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt;. I was so happy because I got to hold the baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; and feed it.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to the bank 2 days later, I came up to her and asked her how she was doing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; and she was saying to me that she had to get rid of it and let it go. I was so sad about that because I was going to get a picture of the baby squirrel that day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-8498965578467823414?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8498965578467823414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=8498965578467823414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8498965578467823414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/8498965578467823414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/squirrel-at-bank.html' title='The Squirrel at the Bank'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSnHKFTQ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/wjk7eGvT1d8/s72-c/ll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-6774161115271353348</id><published>2008-10-24T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:59:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Vehichles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260808937575894498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQIl2xNpTeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bR1s1RSi3E8/s320/truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always wanted a truck. The main reason is because I had a friend who used to have a monster truck and I have always loved it! So I figured that I didn't want a monster truck because it is lifted to much off the ground. But instead I want a truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; lifted a little and have nice tires and rims also it has to have a good body frame and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQIlyHNoQOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/li-BVJ40CRk/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260808857582059746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQIlyHNoQOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/li-BVJ40CRk/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bike is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yamaha&lt;/span&gt; r1 and it is my favorite bike because its nice and fast. I also like it because its red and red is my favorite color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-6774161115271353348?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6774161115271353348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=6774161115271353348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6774161115271353348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6774161115271353348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dream-vehichles.html' title='My Dream Vehichles'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQIl2xNpTeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bR1s1RSi3E8/s72-c/truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-2669451578200209364</id><published>2008-10-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:51:16.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{{....Colombia....}}</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.spell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SPzfZ7QmMJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l8WO6-zQMzk/s1600-h/map+of+colombia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324101358923922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SPzfZ7QmMJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l8WO6-zQMzk/s320/map+of+colombia.gif" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Somethings that I learned about&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Colombia is that they are a very poor country with a lot of problems. They have major gang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt; over there and are also still in war. Another thing is that they have to pay for schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-2669451578200209364?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2669451578200209364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=2669451578200209364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2669451578200209364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2669451578200209364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/colombia.html' title='{{....Colombia....}}'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SPzfZ7QmMJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l8WO6-zQMzk/s72-c/map+of+colombia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-943391819115664067</id><published>2008-10-16T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:55:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Step 1~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Compliments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; and stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I really loved your topic.&lt;br /&gt;*I think you used a lot of good details.&lt;br /&gt;*I liked when you used the word _____&lt;br /&gt;*My favorite part was ______ because...&lt;br /&gt;*This was really fun to read because....&lt;br /&gt;*I liked the way you _____&lt;br /&gt;*Your writing reminds me of ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Step 2~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;*Be specific and give details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Step 3~Corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spelling mistakes&lt;br /&gt;*Sentence mistakes&lt;br /&gt;*Puncuation mistakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-943391819115664067?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/943391819115664067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=943391819115664067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/943391819115664067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/943391819115664067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/peer-editing.html' title='Peer Editing'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-5340865075971396204</id><published>2008-10-15T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:44:06.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Taco Bell~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSoOZWU-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HFNwLk8IOCA/s1600-h/j.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266018829579122930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSoOZWU-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HFNwLk8IOCA/s320/j.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at Travis' house and we were all hanging out and unloading things. Then Sub got hungry and wanted to go to Taco Bell. We all got in the limo and started driving down Commercial, while driving we saw one of their friends and we started racing. The ex cop car smoked us in the limo by barely and we later got to Taco Bell that night. After we were all done eating we decided to go back to Travis' house. Kc and I were in the back of the limo while Sub and Sheen were in the front. Sub was driving really bad cause he was still racing the ex cop car. We were flying everywhere in the back of the limo, he had to hold me down so I wouldn't go anywhere. It was a really fun night, but the next day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that I had bruises all over my legs and arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-5340865075971396204?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5340865075971396204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=5340865075971396204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/5340865075971396204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/5340865075971396204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/taco-bell.html' title='~Taco Bell~'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSoOZWU-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HFNwLk8IOCA/s72-c/j.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-1497417074335197138</id><published>2008-10-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:55:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Topics and Ideas</title><content type='html'>Write about Subs car ride in the limo to taco bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever make friends with a wild animal?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Squirrel&lt;/span&gt; at the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever become friends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; much older or much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; then you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the pond or lake catching frogs and fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the difference between adult animals and baby animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; first time you went on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; park ride:&lt;br /&gt;*Ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on the adventure with Emily n the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;forest&lt;/span&gt; and being "Indiana Jones" when we saw the homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the good and bad things about being an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be good to have a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about the best or worst neighbor you ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-1497417074335197138?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1497417074335197138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=1497417074335197138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1497417074335197138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/1497417074335197138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing-topics-and-ideas.html' title='Writing Topics and Ideas'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-5523531750724201364</id><published>2008-10-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:50:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{{Technology}}</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kinds of technology do you use? What is your favorite? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or how would your life be different without them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One of my favorite technology devices would have to be the radio. The reason why is because I love music and I love listing to everything! My other one would be the computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I keep in touch with like all of my friends through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-5523531750724201364?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5523531750724201364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=5523531750724201364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/5523531750724201364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/5523531750724201364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/technology.html' title='{{Technology}}'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-2119863795527326295</id><published>2008-10-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:00:43.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;*Mama sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;**She sat by the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;***She wore black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mama sat by the window she also wore black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While Mama sat by the window she wore black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mama wore black as she sat by the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mama was sitting by the window and she was wearing black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mama was sitting in her bedroom by the window watching the kids play, while wearing black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mama looked out her window and saw that it was raining so she decided to wear black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-2119863795527326295?l=theheatherlife.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/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-6914851892146645036</id><published>2008-10-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:46:09.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souths football'/><title type='text'>**{10-2-08}**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSpCe2Bk0I/AAAAAAAAACY/j19NSEu4ge4/s1600-h/high%20school%20football(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266019724407444290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSpCe2Bk0I/AAAAAAAAACY/j19NSEu4ge4/s320/high%2520school%2520football(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Souths&lt;/span&gt; football game with my family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not really sure who we played against but we won big time! In the process though we got 2 injured players. My buddy Justin got hit pretty hard and he got a concussion. He got carried off the field by a go cart, while the other guy got carried off by an ambulance. He got hit really hard and he couldn't move or anything, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; was that his neck was sprained really bad. They both ended up in the emergency room that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-6914851892146645036?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6914851892146645036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=6914851892146645036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6914851892146645036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/6914851892146645036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-2-08.html' title='**{10-2-08}**'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SRSpCe2Bk0I/AAAAAAAAACY/j19NSEu4ge4/s72-c/high%2520school%2520football(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936480500493948887.post-2756177551937304595</id><published>2008-10-02T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:57:01.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggs'/><title type='text'>Bl0gger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First starting out it was very confusing, but it got easier because the teachers walked us through it. The part that I didn't like what so ever was typing the character letters. I typed the letters at least 10 times. All together though I think that it is going to be a good project because we can write about basically whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936480500493948887-2756177551937304595?l=theheatherlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2756177551937304595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936480500493948887&amp;postID=2756177551937304595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2756177551937304595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936480500493948887/posts/default/2756177551937304595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheatherlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/bl0gger.html' title='Bl0gger'/><author><name>the heather life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13874094506638559032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxzwauCaKas/SQdsxjqoW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/COKc_SZhS0I/S220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
