<?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-18062941</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dancer's day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-8985099544121976407</id><published>2008-08-01T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:19:37.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life right now</title><content type='html'>well, i don't know where to start really, i guess i'll start here:&lt;br /&gt;dad left us all about a week ago to "find himself" (so he tells me with a smerk and a wink) he's going to just about every state in the united states. he'll be gone for about 17 more days. we all miss him very bad. but we all take advantage of his missing and..... VACATION!!!!!!! we go to the beach, just the 4 of us and get reservations to a VERY nice hotel in DOWNTOWN MYRTLE BEACH! only for 3 days though. the first day, we get there about 1:00 in the after noon and since we can't check into the hotel til 4:00, we go over to mom's friends hotel to stay untill 4:00. we put our bathing suits on and run down to the beach. excited to see the beach once again, we run in and ride the HUGE WAVES! jack assures us that the 4 foot waves are NOT big at all because when he was just in costa rica "he saw waves 6 TO 10 FEET HIGH!" I thought they were big. the biggest ones i've ever seen. i don't think i could last a day in the waters of costa rica. i'd probably get carried under and drown. not fun. these waves were just right. i only got carried under like... twice. that's not a lot for me... at all. we came out about 15 minutes later and layed on the beach for about 15 more minutes. we got back into the water untill about 2:00. BBBBBOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!! the loudest thunder i've ever heard. ever. CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! again, more thunder. FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!! the brightest lightning i've ever seen. ever. will and i look at each other and both yell, "GET OUT. NOW!!!"  we run through the impossible thick ocean water. we ran and ran and ran. rain came down poring. we gathered our things quickly and ran back up to mom's friends room, dried up and watched the rain come down on the ocean. 4:00 came quickly, we signed in and went out to eat.  next day, we sat on the beach. that's all. the third day. we got up. early, packed our stuff, and left, went shopping for school clothes. for a long time. we finaly left at about 3:00 and headed home. the end. that's pretty much all i've done. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-8985099544121976407?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/8985099544121976407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=8985099544121976407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/8985099544121976407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/8985099544121976407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-right-now.html' title='my life right now'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-7388398481230830681</id><published>2007-11-25T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:03:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God hears us</title><content type='html'>last night, dad, me and Will, went out to wall*mart to get some grocery's. I stayed with them for most of the time. but once someone upsets me, I am gone. I ran to the shoe department. I looked back to make sure will or dad weren't following me. but sure enough, there was will right behind me making sure i didn't run to far. I kept running from him. but when ever I looked back, will was there. I decided it was time for a little agent 00M. It was time to confuse will so he wouldn't keep following me. I run back to the shoe department where they have like 10 rows of just shoes. At the end of every row, there was a seat so you could sit down and try on the shoes. I decided to rest there a while. I noticed that will did not come. I peeked out behind a huge box of boots to see where will was. he obviously didn't know where i was. He was looking for me behind a big rack of clothes. Victory for agent 00M. Will moved on to look for me in another place. Now that i lost will, i could pretty much go any where. I wander around the super store for about 20 minutes. All of the sudden, it dawned on me how long it had been. I decided I had been alone for long enough and it was time to go find my family. I headed away from the t.v. section and started migrating back to the shoe department to see if will came back to see if I was there anymore. Bad news, I couldn't find the shoe department. I started walking all the way around the store looking for the shoes, but I just couldn't find them. about 10 minutes later, I arrived at the shoes. so happy and relieved, I walked back to the seat. but will was not there. now I was really scared. my stomach started feeling weird and I got really nervous. I did something really stupid, and went looking for them. now, if you didn't know, wall*mart is a very very big store. You could easily get lost in it. I looked for about another 20 minutes, and I was very sorry for leaving them like this. I had never been lost before, and this seemed like a pretty serious case for my first time. I think the lady at the dressing room got a little suspicious because I walked past the dressing rooms like, 10 times trying to find my way through the maze of clothes and food and more. every time I walked by her, she gave me the look. she raised one eyebrow. I think she knew what my case was. but she didn't bother to ask. I walked back to the first place we went to see if they went back for something. they weren't there either. I went to the bed and pillow place just because. I sat down with one of the pillows and hugged it. I started crying. I was terrified! I then thought maybe they went to the cash registers to see if I would come there. so I ran up front to the registers and.............. no daddy and will. now I was really in a situation. but then I realized that I hadn't checked in the food department. I ran over there. I looked every where. still no family. I depressingly walk back to the clothes. I sit down in one of those spinning clothes racks. Then I realized that I was being so dumb. I never even thought about praying. &lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God that he would lead me to my family. I stayed in the clothes rack for another minute or so because I knew that I looked really bad because I was crying. I stood up and walked out of the rack. A few ladies stared at me because they had no clue that I was hiding in their clothes.  but I didn't care. I knew God would lead me to my family. I just started walking around. no purpose, I didn't know where God was taking me. I just walked. I noticed that I was walking back to the food department. I stopped walking. I looked around in front of me and.................. DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I walked up to them. extremely happy to see them. but then I remembered that I was mad at them. So I hid behind a huge box of fruit. for about 5 minutes. they didn't realize I was there. but my dad said,"hey, look who decided to join us!" I'd hate to admit it, but I was very happy to see them. they had NO CLUE of what I just went through. but if they are reading this right now, they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         this is a story to prove that God hears us, and he wants to guide us through our hard, scary times that we think we can do it, but in the end, we totally screw up. when I prayed to God, he lead me RIGHT to my dad and will. That was a miracle that I will NEVER forget!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-7388398481230830681?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/7388398481230830681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=7388398481230830681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/7388398481230830681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/7388398481230830681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-hears-us.html' title='God hears us'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-1547249376961943649</id><published>2007-09-23T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:38:05.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>i am really sorry guys, that i have neglected to update my blogg. i was having some technical difficalties. but i finially figured it out. so, i guess i should tell you what i has been happening lately. well, i have been posting a whole lot of pictures on flickr. if u don't know what it is, check it out. aspeacially mine, my dad's, my mom's and my brothers. www.flickr.com/photos/stinkweed. or www.flickr.com/photos/rodlewis. or www.flickr.com/photos/rodsunshine. or www.flickr.com/photos/weaseljack. those are our flicr sites. were we express our feelings through the love of our pictures. Today while i was standing singing the worship at our church, i looked over at jack (my older brother) to see what he was doing. i saw that he was singing along with his hands held way up in the air. and his eyes closed. I could really tell God was speaking to him. the song was called, all i am is your's. and part of it said, i lift my hands to you and i can't remember the rest.  =] i thought that if i just could have gotten a picture of jack with his brown eyes closes shut, and his big tan hands way up in the air, it would be great. i would call it all i am is your's. and i would put it on my flickr site. it would've been awesome. but i can't really bring back the time. and i don't think it would be the same if i went up to jack and asked him to pose it. That would just be okward. i know he wouldn't want to. i guess next week i could bring a camera to church and catch pics while i am there. i don't think any one would mind. i think it is a great way to share the gospel, what i do. i do a lot of online sharing things. like this. and flickr. and i can just share my feelings and how i think my life should be lived. but there are lots of bad things about things like this. it is dangerous. and if i think something that someone else doesn't agree with, i don't know, it could get out of hand. but that has not happened yet. And i really don't think it will. so i don't why i am thinking like this. But you never know. I think if i really share what i believe, God will guide me and pretect me. i feel i have really grown in Christ. and i always imagine growing even more. You can always grow in everything. no matter what it is. from body growth, to spiritial growth. and i think that what ever you think you might be growing in, stick to it, and try.  i have gotten a lot more serious in my life. i actually talk about important things now. and not just. like what i have been doing in school lately. some people might want to know that. but that is not what i come to share to people. i don't think that is my job. and i deffinatly know that is not what God is telling me to do! =]  This way, i can share the word of God to everyone in the world who dicides to get onto the computer. well, i think i better go for now. i promise to write more! and i have a great idea for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-1547249376961943649?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/1547249376961943649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=1547249376961943649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/1547249376961943649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/1547249376961943649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-4131086082530935619</id><published>2007-04-11T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:39:29.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beautiful crow</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was doing my daily devotionals. i do them in the morning so that i can start off my day with something good. my dovotion said that i should go out side because i was to look for birds.  well, i thought this was weird, it tells me to get up to do this in the morning. so it is cold out, so i get a blanket and walk out to the back deck. i sit down on one of our chairs, and cover myself in the blanket that i brought out. oddly, there were NO birds out. so i started to read my devontions, and it told me to pray to God and ask him to show me his most beautiful bird. i thought this was going to be insain. but, it was worth a try. (remember, there are no birds outside) so i bow my head and i pray, &lt;br /&gt;       Dear God,&lt;br /&gt; please help me to see the most beautiful bird you have created. &lt;br /&gt; outside this cold morning, show a beautiful bird. &lt;br /&gt;                AMEN&lt;br /&gt;right when i opened my eyes, a crow flew over the deck where i was. i was in total shock. i was not just in shock that he showed me a bird when there were none out, but i was amazed that he would choose to show me a crow.  my davotions were about soaring on wings like eagles. my mom told me that here, we see all these little birds, and their wings as they fly, are not so gracefull. they take little tiny fluttery flaps. but crows, they glide, yes, they do have a funny call. but if you sit outside and listen to them call and play with each other, you get used to it. the call being very unique, being lound, fun, happy but alarmful at the same time. they don't only care about themselfs. not at all. if crows call five times, that is a warning to other birds that something dangerous is aproching. they need to hide and get away. i want to know why farmers don't like them. yes, they might eat the corn, but who knows, that might be for a good reason. didn't God make them? that would mean that God made them to eat the corn. so that can't be a bad thing. God doesn't make mistakes. crows are one of the most intelligent birds ever. they can learn to talk and they make increadable pets. you may think crows are just pich black and ugly, but really their feathers are rainbow colors. if the sun shines on it just right, you see it. that is how it is with a lot of things. God doesn't always just give you the answers. he doesn't want you to be lazy. you actually have to find things out yourself. i learned from this devotion that you have to look at things another way. with other eyes. i always say, people have two sets of eyes. regular eyes and heavenly eyes. you should always use your heavenly eyes. they show you things you never dreamed of. it is just your choice to use either one. God uses a lot of things like this. if you don't see them, you are not using heavenly eyes. don't judge things before you absolutly know exactly everything about it. take Simon the judge for American Idol for instence. he does his job,and does it well. and doesn't let a lot of people in but most people who have wonderful voices. would if someone had special ed problems and really wanted to sing in this. but didn't have the best voice. Simon would't let him in. because he didn't know everything about it. if God were the judge, he would aspecaily let him in. aspecaily if he blieved in God. and sang a Christian song. if he went to sing, God would let him in. he doesn't judge him by his singing. he judges him by what he believes in. and what he chooses to do with his life. not his bad voice. just think, Simon doesn't let him in, and he goes home and cries and cries and cries. he hears on his T.V that God is now a judge. he believes in God and he goes. God tells Simon to let him in. because of the way he is inside. caring and beautiful. Simon listens to God and now understands. now Simon can't do this every time because he can't let EVERY ONE in. Simon is a great judge. but he can't always go past his judging. and we can't go past our judging on God's Creation. God created Simon special. and we can't judge Simon. God loves everything. He created everything for a purpose. and every thing is beautiful in it's own way. you just have to look at it with heavenly eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-4131086082530935619?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/4131086082530935619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=4131086082530935619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/4131086082530935619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/4131086082530935619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful-crow.html' title='the beautiful crow'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-470100639537064684</id><published>2007-04-10T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:09:46.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring power</title><content type='html'>spring is a time where buds burst out&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where birds sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where rain starts coming&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where bees are humming&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where kids play and play&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where people shout but don't say&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where new lives begin&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where color starts to tend&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where the world lightens up&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where cold times are pup (little)&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where people are happy&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where no one is snappy&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;spring is a time where God does is magic&lt;br /&gt;spring is full of power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing about spring is what God does to it, &lt;br /&gt;it represents when Jesus returns for us, new life will be spread.&lt;br /&gt;no sin in our lives, like babies, the little buds will open, and our lives will open up to God, as the flowers open up to rain, spring, spring, spring, hot,sunny,absolutely beautiful. and it is all about new beginnings. be born again I tell you. Be born again in Christ. As spring does for the world. God bless all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-470100639537064684?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/470100639537064684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=470100639537064684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/470100639537064684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/470100639537064684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-power.html' title='spring power'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-64582227618605519</id><published>2007-02-10T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:03:56.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for you daggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! (AND LOTS OF MANY AND MANY MORE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. did you like? because i wont sing again. oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. fine. actually, i kinda like singing this! just for u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daggy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! (AND MANY MORE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. that was it. you will just have to live with not hearing me sing again. and dad, you will just have to wait till tonight when the whole family sings to you. and you get to blow out all those pretty candles! no matter how old you are and no matter how gray you get, you will always be the same dancing daddy that i always knew! and remember dad, you don't get old until you are 100 years old. and i will always here the same loud singing when you get that old scratchy voice, i promise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;daggy&lt;/span&gt;, your voice will sing with us  at your birthday party tonight! i know it! here we all are, singing to you, and there you are making your awesome birthday wish, singing the song to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    today is my dad's birthday. i wont tell you how old he is for 3 reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU wouldn't believe me because he looks so young.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he wont want me to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i shouldn't have said that because that makes him sound old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; yes, those are the 3 reasons i wont tell you. but seriously, he really isn't old AT ALL! if you want, you can go ahead and guess. and like i said. he wont be old until he is 100. and he is NO WHERE NEAR 100 years! what a beautiful day to have a birthday! sunny, warm, the sound of birds chirping, makes you want to make your birthday wish on: i wish everyday was like this! really! i mean, it's like a fairy tale here! if you don't live here, that stinks. if i looked outside right now, just about every one would be out doing something. (except for dad who is asleep on the couch right now) he must be tired. which is bad. you aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to sleep on your birthday. you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have fun! i am sure he is having fun though. today on our way home from dance, he was telling me how tired he was. and let me tell you this, he sounded very happy, but very tired at the same time. i could never do that! and that tells you how cool and special my daddy is! and that is how he should be on his birthday. well, i should probably go outside and play on the one day it is so nice outside! oh yeah, i almost forgot! the other day, my mom and i saw a robin outside downtown. so dad and i looked for them today. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unluckily&lt;/span&gt;, there were none down there. maybe later. well, bye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt; (ta ta for now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-64582227618605519?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/64582227618605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=64582227618605519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/64582227618605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/64582227618605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-for-you-daggy.html' title='just for you daggy'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-116914170700696571</id><published>2007-01-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:03:20.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeans</title><content type='html'>today i had saftey patrol at school. it was really icey and cold and rainy. my hands were numb and my nose was hard and it hurt. we all had compititions on who could make the most steam come from their mouth. there was this one car that i had to open and it had a little 2 grader and a kindergardner. the 2 grader hopped out and was away in a flash. but the kindergardner just stood in his van and was reaching down the back of his shirt. his mom was telling him to go and stop fiddiling. but that little kid just stood there. his mom asked what he was doing. (what really got me mad was that she didn't really care. but she was holding up trafic. she was all calm.) he said in his cute little kid voice, "i gotta get my hood out of my shirt. or the wet rain will soak my nogin." i laughed and my friends laughed. finally his mom helped him and he got out of the car and we moved on with the day. the reason i am home right now is because today was a half day. but we were also delayed 2 hours for the icey roads. which meant that we only had 1 hour and 1 half to go to school! we had 1 hour in 1block. and 30 min. in 2block. then we went home. it was ironic! we did nothing practicly! i don't want tomarrow to be a school day. i want to be delayed again or miss school. but i would have to make it up later this year. so it stinks anyway i do it! this year is going really well for me. i hope it has gone well for everyone else too! i have put my best efort to it and i am trying to blog more often. right now as i sit, i am talking to u. but i am also feeling my jeans. both kind of jeans. my jeans that i wear and the other kind. my jeans are soaked from the rain and, and my legs and toes are cold. i walked home from school shivering and right when i saw the house, i ran to it to get warm! do u ever get that feelling were u get so cold, u shiver and then if u stop, u get warm for like 3 seconds? that happens to me. but at this point, i can't do that. i am WAY to cold! i just saw my jeans when i walked in. i felt a cold brush up against my leg. i looked down and my whole pant leg was soaked. i let it air dry. but they are still wet! my other jeans i felt "kicked" in when i saw a little boy of a different race than me staired at me on the bus.he looked at me with little eyes that twinkled in the sunlight. i almost cried. just looking at him made me happy. then, i knew exactly what my mom meant when she says "shine" for Jesus. that little boy, showed me that he had Jesus in his little sore heart. he looked as if he had been through a lot at his house and later at school. and i wanted to pick him up and hug him. we stared at each other for almost the whole bus ride. comunicated through facail expressions. it was my stop and i got up and looked at him with my eyes in his eyes. his eyes swelled with little soft tears just enough for u to see if u got face to face with him. yet he made no sound. then, it happend. he waved at me and said "bye". i waved a tiny wave back and climbed off the bus. NOW, are u ready for the suprise ending? that boy just happend to be my book buddy. plus, he was my friends little brother. here is the second part, that was not a true story. ha ha! :) yes, i tricked u! i was practicing my writing skills. but the whole my reall jeans that i wear was true. just not the little boy part. did u like it? he he he! it was a really sweet story and i wish it would have happend! that would have made my day! well, i should go. don't worry, i will give u some more of my realistic fiction stories later! i hope u will like them! have a great weekend! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-116914170700696571?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/116914170700696571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=116914170700696571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116914170700696571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116914170700696571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2007/01/jeans.html' title='jeans'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-116732016734183520</id><published>2006-12-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:36:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>family is a gift from God. he really meant for us to welcome people into our lives and live life and share hard moments with them. God has a purpose for every thing. if he really thought sin was going to be so bad and he couldn't do any thing about it, wouldn't he destroy the world or something? but he didn't. so he must have wounderfull plans that we never knew about hiding in his hands, for us to share with others and be happy. my grandparents came on tuesday afternoon. and we were all soooooo excited. later that night our friend Bing bing came. she is not related to us, but we all feel like she is. we love for her and we are there for her when she needs us. she can live her life with us and we wont complain.God put Bing bing in our lives for a reason. he knew she was going to need a friend to start out with, so he put her in our hands. now bing bing comes down from Hawii every now and then, just to visit us here. it is amazing how family and God can work so well together!!! it was weird how God sent bing bing and our Grandparents here at the same time. maybe God had a reason. bing bing and my grandma made wounderful friends and my grandma gave bing bing her email address and her phone number. God needed that to happen for a reason. i don't know that reason, but i know he did that. (lol) :) bing bing,jack,will,mom,dad,my grandparents, and me, sitting all at a table only really meant for four. but did that stop us from having dinner with our loved ones? no. we squished together and we put more chairs at that table, and you would never had guessed that there was no elbow room. it looked fanomanol!! after dinner with every one, we had comunion. it was my very first comunion with my family. the rest of the family had had two comunions and i had missed both. once i was too tired and i just went to bed. and the other one, i went to my friends sleepover and they had one without me. so this one ment a lot to me because it was a great time to just sit there and think about what God really did for us on that cross. did he really die on the cross for me? think about it. Jesus said, "take the bread and eat. this is my body. take it in remembrence of me." wow. Jesus really broke his body for me. then Jesus said,"take the wine and drink. this is my blood spilt for you this night. take it in remembrence of me." God really loved his son and he loved us. if you really think about it, wow, Jesus just did that, i mean, he really DIED for me. you sit in sunday school class and they are trying to teach you about Jesus' crousifiction, and you say," oh yeah, i know exactly what you mean." when you really don't. just take a while and think of God loving all of us so much like his family, that he would send his ONLY son that he loved and he died there. for ME. i could never send my only son to die. but God knew what was to happen. when i think of Jesus' crousifiction, i think of prepy girls at school. your probably thinking how in the world can she compare Jesus with prepy girls. well, he loved the prepy girls no matter what they did. and i also think of the prepy girls saying,"it's ALL about ME." and if they got to know christ, they  would love it because christ died for THEM. he he. that just tickles me. when Jesus was having the last supper, he loved his deciples like family. he took the time to tell them and he did everything with them. I would feel so special if i was a deciple and i could go everywhere with Jesus. last night after comunion, i asked my mom," mom, didn't the diciples dip the bread in the wine?  i thought they did." so i diped my bread in my left over wine and i was about to put it in my mouth when my mom said,"acually molly, God said that the one who dipped his bread in the wine was the one who betray him." and as she said the word him, the piece of bread slowly lowered from my mouth, and i did not eat that piece of bread. the way my dad put together the comunion, i could tell God had spoken to him. he came up to me and said," you know molly, why don't we do comunion?" i could see it in his loving eyes that God had spoken through him, and told him to do that. we all needed that. you hear this comming from an 11 year old who is just trying to make it clear to you that....... i love bing bing and my grandparents just like Jesus loved his deciples. thank you guys for being my family too! i love you soooo much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-116732016734183520?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/116732016734183520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=116732016734183520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116732016734183520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116732016734183520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/12/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-116276550897594532</id><published>2006-11-05T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:27:43.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ll years old</title><content type='html'>tomarrow is my birthday!! i will be 11 years old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-116276550897594532?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/116276550897594532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=116276550897594532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116276550897594532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116276550897594532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/11/ll-years-old.html' title='ll years old'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-116246798483202203</id><published>2006-11-02T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T03:46:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>krasanthymum</title><content type='html'>krasathumum is perfect. aboslutly perfect!!!! she is my hamster that u need to play with! she is right here. just scrole down when u r done reading my blog. and if u want to make an animal, just click on "adopt an animal" and there u go. u can play with my krasanthamum when u r on my blogsite. and if u r family reading this right now, PLEASE GO GET ME A REALL HAMSTER. because i don't think krasanthamum is THAT perfect. so i really can't say she is absolutly perfect in every way. she is not reall. she doesn't really DO anything except sit on her wheel eating strawberrys.(only when u shuve it in her face) because with a reall hamster, u can take her out of the cage and play with her, and love on her. my hamster will be brown with little white spots. she will be loving. just if i could get God to talk to my parrents about getting me a hamster. do u like hamsters? or is it just me. the way they stare at u for a really long time trying to get to know u. but they seem to never grasp the consept, that they can't. the way their beedy eyes stick out at u when ever u go to feed them. the way they jump straight up and dash under their wood chips. they way they nuge their cute little furry face up against urs. the way they tilt their little ovle head in wounder. the way they TRY to make u feel better when u r sad, but don't really because they r too small. but because she is my baby, she would make me feel better. and she doesn't know that. so i WILL name my hamster krasanthamum, because SHE will be  a absolutley PERFECT friend!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-116246798483202203?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/116246798483202203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=116246798483202203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116246798483202203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116246798483202203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/11/krasanthymum.html' title='krasanthymum'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-116069841537104643</id><published>2006-10-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:40:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>point of last summer</title><content type='html'>sorry every one for not bloging for such a long time! i have just been so busy with dance and all. so i never told you guys that i got on point. actually, i got on point last summer. but i never bloged about it. point is something where you go up on your toes and dance on them. it hurts really really really bad! if you have seen me in the past summer, you might have seen my poor toe. it is brused and black all over. it looks very unapatizing. only i hope you'll haven't been planning on eating my toe! well, my toe turns colors every now and then. but it doesn't really hurt any more. it hurt sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad when it happened. but not any more. point shoes look really prety! they are pink satin. they have pink satin ribbons on them so that you can cross them and make a very prety design! i started point out this  summer on what they called "pre-point." but my teacher got feed up so we just went on to regular beginner point. i have gotten so used to going up on point now that it doesn't hurt that bad any more. i have dance lessons 4 hours a week now that i am older and better. point of last summer was very hard for me because i wasn't really ready for it yet. God hadn't really taught me EVERY thing about point and what i would have to be looking forward to. i am kind of glad that he didn't because i DO want to make it a surprise. But i did want him to so that we knew what we had to do to get ready for it. and we would not be so heart-broken when we found out how much money we would have to start paying for both lessons and for the point shoes. (and i can't tell you how much money that was.) i had to buy two pairs of point shoes at the time. and ONE pair of shoes is like around $49.68. so just imagin paying almost $100.00 JUST for the shoes. and $183.00 for JUST the classes. so i will leave that math for you because i don't even want to think about the answer to that math problem. (i already did the problem, and trust me, your mouth WILL drop when you figure it out!) so the answer to that math problem is what we have to pay about every month. aren't you glad you don't dance point? although, it is the funnest thing you could ever do in your life as a kid my age! so that is what has been going on with me and my point classes of last summer. and what we had to pay!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-116069841537104643?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/116069841537104643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=116069841537104643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116069841537104643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/116069841537104643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/10/point-of-last-summer.html' title='point of last summer'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-115332889438013382</id><published>2006-07-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:12:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carribian</title><content type='html'>my mom and dad went on their 20th aniversary. they left on the 7th and got home on the 15th. while they were gone, i was praying for them and wishing them an awesome honey moon. i was very excited for them! and i know that they had a fabulous time. they went to petite st. vincent. that is a privite island in the carribian. when they came home, mom couldn't stop talking about the trip. mom and dad went scooba diving in the clear waters of the privite island of pitite st. vincent. mom says there were very cool fish in the water. mom and dad say that the water was so clear, that they could look out thier window of thier cottage (thier house) and see the reafs. so they would plan out what reaf they would scooba dive to. so they went to the reaf the next day and they were taking picture under water, and... mommy saw a beracuda. she sprang out of the water and said,"BARACUDAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!" and they both went under and she threw the camara at dad and he took about three pictures and they swam away from that reaf. mom said that she was so scared, she felt like she was right face to face with one. mom and dad say that we all have to go. i really want to. from the desciptions of the trip, it seems like a majical place. if you go to my dads sight, rodsrants.blogspot.com, you can click on his name under the flicker pic. he has lots of pictures of the trip that are amazing. you can see the baracudas and the reafs, and pictures of mommy, and a picture of pretty flowers from thier side walk. you can see what they saw, you can see the majic of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-115332889438013382?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/115332889438013382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=115332889438013382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/115332889438013382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/115332889438013382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/07/carribian.html' title='carribian'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-115039111983417653</id><published>2006-06-15T09:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:05:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>father's day</title><content type='html'>sunday is father's day. to you fathers out there, happy father's day! i hope every one has the most joyest father's day. father's day is a great time to celebrate what a father does for his kids. he also does great stuff. he can make any thing. he fixs every thing that is broken. he lifts you up when you are feeling down. so in all of the father's out there, i have another poem for you guy's apressiation. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     my father does any thing to make me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;he tells me how to do things and if i shouldn't or should.&lt;br /&gt;he can build and sing &lt;br /&gt;he can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;his muscles are big&lt;br /&gt;i love is funny great jig.&lt;br /&gt;it is father's day, for dad to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every thing he does, helps me live&lt;br /&gt;he will take any cookie that we give&lt;br /&gt;he sings like jhonny Cash,&lt;br /&gt;he's out the door for the gym in a flash&lt;br /&gt;it is father's day, for dad to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad cares and loves and loves some more,&lt;br /&gt;he's been far away, but i see him waiting at the shore&lt;br /&gt;he's my daggy, i'm his stinkweed&lt;br /&gt;he will clean me up when i bleed&lt;br /&gt;because i know he's a doctor,his students say so&lt;br /&gt;doctor lewis, yep that's my dad let's go dad! go go go!!&lt;br /&gt;because it is father's day, for dad to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sings techno and gospol, rock and pop,&lt;br /&gt;he's the guy who would just kiss you and then give you a lollypop&lt;br /&gt;dad will be here for me all the time and always give me catapiller kisses&lt;br /&gt;i hope dad is always remembered as doctor daddy #1!&lt;br /&gt;the way he looks at me, i know i'll be his sun!&lt;br /&gt;today is father's day, for dad to love, and us to loooooooove him!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy happy happy happy happy fathers day daggy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, i hope you have the best father's day ever!!!!! i love you more than the cookies we share! that is a lot!!!!! your the best!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-115039111983417653?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/115039111983417653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=115039111983417653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/115039111983417653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/115039111983417653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day_115039111983417653.html' title='father&apos;s day'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-114764690739343275</id><published>2006-05-14T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:48:27.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers day!!!!</title><content type='html'>mother's day is a good time to celebrate what a mother does for me. and to tell you something, mom, you have done so much for me that i can't even celebrate all of it. i have had some times that mom has done something for me but i did not like it that much. i don't think about it and don't want to even celebrate about it. but then i relise that she does it because she cares about me and  she doen't want anything to happen to me, and knowing that, is something to celebrate about.my mother is the kind of person who will go around just smiling at srangers and talking to people who are hurt or sad and just automaticly making them happy and joyful. i know that if i was one of the people who mom talked to, i would just fall in love with her the moment she came up to me. the way she talks is filled with love and joy. i just can't stop hugging her when she comes home from work on the weekends and the way that she hugs me back just tells me that she loves me. if i have a bad dream or i am scared, i can just go up to her and i know that nothing can get me now. i love her and she loves me, so here is a poem speialy for her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        my mom knows how to heal, and she knows every tender spot,&lt;br /&gt;        she knows how to love on me, and she uses every love shot.&lt;br /&gt;        mom loves me and i love her &lt;br /&gt;        she pats my head like i'm a pad of fur,&lt;br /&gt;        i love mom and mom loves me,&lt;br /&gt;        she  sits me down on her knee.&lt;br /&gt;        she gets out a book and opens it gently,&lt;br /&gt;        as she reads it slow,she reads it hently,&lt;br /&gt;        mom loves me in every way &lt;br /&gt;        she can tell me in what she'll say.&lt;br /&gt;        she calls me honey and surgerpie,&lt;br /&gt;        gracie cakes,  and i didn't  know why &lt;br /&gt;        but as  i grew,&lt;br /&gt;        then i knew , &lt;br /&gt;        that she does it 'cause she cares&lt;br /&gt;        and i know that she always will, no matter the color of the hairs.&lt;br /&gt;        mom loves me and i love her,&lt;br /&gt;        i know she does, 'cause i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;        she always has, she always will,&lt;br /&gt;        i will awake tomarrow with a shrill,&lt;br /&gt;        for tomarrow i am a new kid, &lt;br /&gt;        i have found out she has not hid.&lt;br /&gt;        i love mom and mom loves me,&lt;br /&gt;        she loves me more than it can be,&lt;br /&gt;        'cause mom is a wounderfull mommy,&lt;br /&gt;        she's better than ham and pestrommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (c) 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       i love you so so so so so much mom! and i hope you have the best mother's day ever!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    love, &lt;br /&gt;         molly    : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-114764690739343275?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/114764690739343275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=114764690739343275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114764690739343275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114764690739343275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mothers day!!!!'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-114506099237631778</id><published>2006-04-14T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:29:52.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C</title><content type='html'>the other day i got back from Washinton D.C. it was really cool! it was rainning a lot so we had to cansle all but one singing thing. But even if it was pretty bad that that happened, some good things happened too. we were at the Kennedy Centre on a tour and we saw Sally Albreque.( a choreographer of some of our songs we sing in honor choir.)  it was pretty exciting what she did with us. she took us onto the stage and she tought us her acuall choreography. she tought us the hand motions that she made to go with them. it was really cool. i thought that i was really luck to get to see her! aspeacally to getto work with her and get to know her personallaty. me and my two other friends got our picture taken with her and i got her autograph. we also got to go to a consert and hear a lot of different choirs sing. most of them were pretty good. at the concert we got to listen to the army choir. they were really good. sometimes they just made you want to cry and sometimes they just made you want to laugh. but other times, they made you want to cry and laugh at the same time. you want to laugh and cry and cry and laugh and they never want you to stop crying and laughing. and i never wanted them to stop siging and making me cry and laugh. they were so good. But it was really late when we got back to the hotel room. i had to go straight to bed! &lt;br /&gt;     also we got to go to the masoneams. they were so cool! when we went to the musem of Naitional History, we saw the ruby slippers that were played in the origanl movie of THE WIZERD OF Oz. we also saw the real Kermet The Frog from the show, THE MUPIT SHOW. But i have to say that my favorite part of the musems was that we got to see the first ladies dresses. they were so elegent and some were puffy. but yet some were very beautiful. most of the ladies were tiny little things. i mean i could even fit in some of them and mabey some of you might be too big to fit in them. they were really small!  &lt;br /&gt;     we got to sing once other than at the Kennedy Centre. we sang at the Linchlon Memoreal. we were standing in the freezing cold and rain and we had to sing. but when i tried to sing a really high pitched  note, i would go out of tune because of the humedety in the air. i wanted to get to the bus and snuggle with mom. but i knew i had to get throough this time. so finally it was over and i ran straight to mom and hugged her. and i said in a small chattery voice, "  mmmom, iii'mm cccolldd!!!" and she just stood there laughing and said back," mmme tttoo!!!" so you can tell that it was cold there but we had a lot of fun! we also had a tour of the white house. i was saying in my head,  OH YEAH, WELL SOME DAY I'LL BE UP THERE TOO BUT THEN, I'LL BE THE MOST FAMOUSE FOR BEING THE FIRST LADIE PRESIDENT. THEN THEY WILL HAVE TO COME UP WITH FIRST MEN. yeah, kind of wierd eh? i think so too! well have you ever been to D.C before? if you haven't, THEN GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!   well, i better go now, i'm going to miss dinner!   ggggoodd bbbyyee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-114506099237631778?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/114506099237631778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=114506099237631778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114506099237631778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114506099237631778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/04/dc.html' title='D.C'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-114484937811174556</id><published>2006-04-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:42:58.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; This is the writing that I got the overall prize in literature at school. we had a contest about who could write on the topic they give you. well here it is:           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why the sky has that beautiful feeling to it. why does it allow little antique children to fly their little antique kites on the big wide open beach? It just makes us so happy and it gives us warmth. I wonder, what make the sky so blue and beautiful to lie on long green itchy grass and stare at sky wondering how the clouds get so fluffy and puffy? what makes the sky and the clouds look so good together? I wonder if everyone feels like me and feels as if they can just spread their arms out like wings and fly up in the blue sky with the wind and the harmonizing birds. I could just daydream and right there in the flowing sky and sing like a beautiful choir in a large church. Finally I go back to the wondrous land and just start wondering right back over again in my hilarious mind. How does the sky give us all the things we need?  It gives us light, wind, warmth, beauty and all the wonderful things we can think of. I don't know if I will ever find out any of the great questions that I have in my mind. I want to know all these things! But until I find them out, I will keep wondering . . . what makes us wonder so much?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (c) 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-114484937811174556?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/114484937811174556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=114484937811174556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114484937811174556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114484937811174556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-114237104772614658</id><published>2006-03-14T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:18:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i do things i do?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i do things that i really regret. i don't like doing bad things, but sometimes it just kind of slips out. i want help on what i do! and i know that God can help with it. to tell you the truth, one thing i regret is, not asking God to to help me with what i do wrong. i really don't like it and i wish i always knew that God is always with me were ever i am. and if i knew that he's always here, i could ask him to help me. but when i do some thing that i don't like, i don't always know that then, that is satin taking over my life. i don't like it when he does that! so i need help destroying him! i know i probably can't do it by myself. i've always learned that satin hates to hear Gods name. so what i can do is, say God's name so many times, i can't say it any more. then i know that i have done what i can to destroy him. if i do some thing bad and get in trubble for it, i usally have to go to my room. i do love my room very much because that is were i most of my fun. but when you get sent to your room, you semply don't want to go. i have thought about it and have not yet come up with an answer. if you like your room why don't you want to go to it? why is your room the punishment place? ****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;while i am in my room, i think about why i am in my room. sometimes i think of the wrong thing and i blame my punishment on my brothers. and sometimes i think of the right thing and i absolutly regret what i did. i always wonder, why do i think about it after i did the wrong thing? why not before i do it. also, while i am in my room i think. . . . . . . . why do i do things i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-114237104772614658?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/114237104772614658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=114237104772614658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114237104772614658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114237104772614658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-do-i-do-things-i-do.html' title='why do i do things i do?'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-114100638916413849</id><published>2006-02-26T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:19:54.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another date with dad</title><content type='html'>on friday i went to the winter jam and watched these following people use there awesome singing skills, News boys, and toby mac. i love going on dates like that with my dad because we both love the art of singing. my dad is a great person to go on awesome dates like that with! he is an awesome dad and he is always willing to do almost anything that has to do with music. i have so much fun going to spend time with dad! i think it builds a relationtionship between us. i can't go a year without going to a date with my dad and singing! on the way to the jam, dad was listening to a band that is very famous to him and then this awesome song plays and dad and i were siting in the car dancing. that is another thing me and my dad have in common. there was a song that dad played on the way to the consert that i had heard a lot. when we were on the trip home from the consert, i asked dad if they played a song that went like this, and i started to sing the song and dad said " no, i don't remember them playing that song." and i said "oh, i must hve thought that they played that song because that was the song that you were playing on the way down here." i thought quite clever when i thought of that. dad started to laugh and so did i. when the consert had ended dad went to a stand and bought me a zoegirl shirt. i absolutly love it! we got home really late and i was conked out on the cushion of the back seat in the car. i didn't want to get out of the car when we got home that night. but i did want to go upstairs and climb in my cosy warm bed and go to sleep. this was a very hard desition for me! that is just like when it is time to go to bed, you don't want to. but the next day, you don't want to got up. you want to stay in bed the whole day and never wake up. well, i better go get ready for bed, see you later and thank you for reading my blogs, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-114100638916413849?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/114100638916413849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=114100638916413849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114100638916413849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/114100638916413849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-date-with-dad.html' title='another date with dad'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113803699486830532</id><published>2006-01-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:23:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.G.P.</title><content type='html'>today when i was sitting on the couch, mom came up to me and read me a letter that said that i would be in A.G.P.   A.G.P. is the acadimicly gifted program for kids with good and smart heads. i was so excited because i had always wanted to be in it. and now, my last chance to be in it i got in! when mom read the letter to me i just couldn't belive my ears! i finilly got in the program of my dreams! i always thought that i wasn't smart because i wasn't in A.G.P. but now i don't have to feel so bad! the boys always teased me that i wasn't in A.G.P. and they were. i got so mad at them for that!but now i don'y have to worry because now i am in A.G.P.too! i can't wait 'till next year because that's when i'm starting! i think A.G.P. will be very fun! i just can't wait! A.G.P. dosen't that sound so good to your ears? A.G.P. here i come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113803699486830532?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113803699486830532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113803699486830532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113803699486830532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113803699486830532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/01/agp.html' title='A.G.P.'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113796196527452297</id><published>2006-01-22T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:32:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flue really stinks!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today i have the flu! i don't feel good AT ALL!  it really hurts to have the flu! if you have ever had it, you would know exactly what i'm talking about. Jack said earlier today that he wished he had the flu so that he didn't have to go to school.i told him how bad i felt right then and right then he changed his mind. it really stinks to have the flu! i did want to go to school on monday but i don't think i can. the good thing about having a nurse for a mom is that if you ever get sick or hurt, she knows just what to do. but the bad thing about having a nurse for a mom is that you can't fake getting sick because she knows if you are sick or  not so you have to go to school. i'm not saying that i ever fake it because i know that if i do fake it she will know. i love my mom and i like the job she has. i still don't like having the flu. especially on the weekends! i can't do anything on the weekend now! my opinion (and i hope everyone elses opinion too) is that . . . THE FLU REALLY STINKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113796196527452297?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113796196527452297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113796196527452297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113796196527452297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113796196527452297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/01/flue-really-stinks.html' title='the flue really stinks!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113788301880325369</id><published>2006-01-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:38:24.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to do</title><content type='html'>today my friend called me and asked if I wanted to come over and play. so I went to my dad's room and asked him if I could play with them. but he said no because I could go to a consert of Ashley Cleevlend, a singer. I would really like to go to my friend's house to play but I also wated to go to the concert. Here I had one pretty big problemo. so instead I'm going to the cool concert. we always have a lot to do.sometimes I even think that we have TOO MUCH TO DO! The other day I had dance and I wanted to be able to play and have fun but because I had dance I couldn't. I do like dance and all, but sometimes it just holds me up on a lot of things! we haveTOO MUCH TO DO!On every Wednesday I go to honors choir to sing but right after that I go to church and eat dinner. right after dinner I go to choir again. By the time my day is over my throat hurts and we are all very tierd. On every wednesday we have TOO MUCH TO DO! sometomes I wish I had nothing to do and I had a free life! I don't always like having. . . . . . . .TOO MUCH TO DO!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113788301880325369?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113788301880325369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113788301880325369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113788301880325369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113788301880325369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-much-to-do.html' title='too much to do'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113526158669062241</id><published>2005-12-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:26:26.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being behind</title><content type='html'>being behind is very frustrating! you people that read my blog all the time know what I'm talking about. I have been behind in blogging! today is the secend day of blogging in a long time! Now I don't know why I haven't been blogging in a really long time because now I know that it's very fun to just show everyone how I feel at the very moment. being behind is very dificult actully. I hate being behind, because in school it gets you in troubble. for example I have a paper due and I had it for a week and I was just a page behind, I would probably have to go to recess detention because we were soposed to do one page a day. I am not saying it's happend to me before but it has happend to my friend and what she tells me about it makes me never want to be behind again! I'm going to try to blog every day again just like my first blog said. I will try to keep this promise. . . I WILL TRY TO BLOG EVERY DAY AND NOT GET BEHIND AGAIN! because . . . . . . . . . . being behind is proving that you don't really care about doing that little thing. Even if it is blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113526158669062241?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113526158669062241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113526158669062241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113526158669062241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113526158669062241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-behind.html' title='being behind'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113519713771002091</id><published>2005-12-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:37:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>christmas is the best time of the year,&lt;br /&gt;where we have fun and lots of cheer.&lt;br /&gt;with presents and teddies and families galore,&lt;br /&gt;little children want more, more, more!&lt;br /&gt;using christmas trees and making them colorful,&lt;br /&gt;mommies and daddies spend a whole dollarful.&lt;br /&gt;christmas is the best time of the year,&lt;br /&gt;where we have fun and lots of cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;© molly lewis 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113519713771002091?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113519713771002091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113519713771002091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113519713771002091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113519713771002091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113262573983544043</id><published>2005-11-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:15:39.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the moon and back</title><content type='html'>today i was going to greet mom at the door when she was coming home.  when i started to tell her taht i was going inside i told her that i loved her very much. then she said i love you even more than that and i told her that she would have to love me a whole lot because i loved her more than she could amagian. i told her that i loved her to the moon and back. She replied, " that sure is a lot!" then i said that she was right that it was really a lot. I love my mom very very much! My mom is a totle awesome parent! and I love her to the moon and back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113262573983544043?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113262573983544043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113262573983544043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113262573983544043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113262573983544043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-moon-and-back.html' title='to the moon and back'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113262700867359521</id><published>2005-11-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:36:48.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of crazy</title><content type='html'>today jack was just hanging around( so was I ) and he comes down to me singing one really crazy song that he was just making it up as he went and it went something like this,Molly is kind of crazy with her little brain, I am too cool for her and she is kind of crazy.when he was done singing I said to him, KIND OF CRAZY. I felt like i had just dee-bowed him for the first time ever. I really enjoy dee-bowing jack all the time! allthough I can't really dee-bow him very well. Now jack dee-bowing me is a different story. jack can dee-bow and it is never funny. when jack dee-bows me I cry and i lie. I guess I am crazy, but remember what jack said in his song, Molly is kind of crazy.And he is exactlly right. I am KIND OF CRAZY. just kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113262700867359521?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113262700867359521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113262700867359521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113262700867359521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113262700867359521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/11/kind-of-crazy.html' title='kind of crazy'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113209185723210646</id><published>2005-11-15T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:57:37.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on Sunday</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to church and I danced in front of the congragation at both services 2 and 3. I had a really good time dancing. We really messed up in the second  service the most but we did good on the third. When I told some of my friends that we messed up they said that they couldn't tell. I thought it was weird when they said they couldn't tell we messed up I thought that they were weird becuase we messed up big time. even though we messed up I still had a lot of fun preforming infront of over 100 people. At first it was kind of frightaning but after I got on stage I felt better. Also in the middle of my dancing I looked out at the congragation and some how I just majicly saw my spanish teacher just stairing at us dancers and looking so amazed and so still she kind of looked like a manakin. I had such a great time at church on sunday. I can't beleave I can say all of this stuff and blabb on about my day at church in sunday and not give my mom any creadet at all. So here it goes, my mom made up the whole dance that I danced to on sunday. There I gave my mom some creadit. Here is some more creadit mom if you are reading this blog this very minout. You did a very great job on the dance and you should be getting all the creadit. mostly all the dancers get the creadit because they dance it you know. People never think about who made the things and they only think of the people that perfom it. I really think that shaould change.  well concrats mom ( and I guess the dancers too). :)    ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113209185723210646?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113209185723210646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113209185723210646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113209185723210646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113209185723210646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-sunday.html' title='on Sunday'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113150101892014214</id><published>2005-11-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:53:26.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday where we have fun and cheer,&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is glad to see me and they shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;I get lots of presents to rip open and take one big glance,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get what I want because it's my last chance.&lt;br /&gt;I see some family that I haven't seen scince I was a baby,&lt;br /&gt;I think in my head, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I've seen her before, maybe. . . just maybe&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I can picture myself in a room filled with people with presents for me,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you coulden't belive me that I am excited that its my birthday and i'm filled with glee.&lt;br /&gt;you and me are both happy and gay,&lt;br /&gt;that today is my tenth birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Happy birthday Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113150101892014214?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113150101892014214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113150101892014214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113150101892014214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113150101892014214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113027560605185146</id><published>2005-10-25T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:33:13.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy squirrel</title><content type='html'>Today I was sitting down just relaxing and Jack came into the kitchen and he showed Mom an article in his National geographic kids magzine and it was about a squirrel that took 2,000 nuts and put them in a man's car. I thought for a minute and then it came to me. Whoa! I thought that was a very amazing thing to know. I was thinking of what to blog about and then it came to mind. I'll blog about that! I would blog about the weird squirrel. The squirrel put 2,000 peanuts in a man's hood of a car. I thought that was very outstanding! The peanuts were 2.4 lbs in the air filter. I just wanted to tell you about the crazy squirrel that I thought was very cool! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113027560605185146?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113027560605185146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113027560605185146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113027560605185146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113027560605185146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-squirrel.html' title='The crazy squirrel'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-113019530495570353</id><published>2005-10-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:45:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCK</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on Sunday I went to Charlotte North Caralina to dance at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shocktheintensive.com/"&gt;Shock the intensive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When I was done dancing I went to the teacher's room to sit and watch the very incredible teacher dancers. They were so good that I just had to stay and keep watching until they got done with class. My teacher was one of the very incredible teacher dancers. Two summers ago I went to a jazz camp at down town Columbia jazz compony to take a copel of dance classes. I had an incredible lyrical class tought by Lauren Anderson. I saw her at shock and I thought that I was just seeing things. Then when she got closer to me as she danced I said in my mind, Wow! I had actully seen the lauren Anderson that I thought I would never see before. Has that ever happened to you? You thought you would never see a person that you knew one upon a time before but when you go some were you thought you would not know anyone there you see some one that you have seen before or even known before? You say in your mind,WOW! If you have you know what I am talking about and you know how I feel about seeing someone you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-113019530495570353?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/113019530495570353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=113019530495570353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113019530495570353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/113019530495570353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/shock.html' title='SHOCK'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-112999738019100409</id><published>2005-10-23T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:46:17.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the fame!</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to be famouse! Today I was looking at the news paperwhen I saw a picture of Orlando Boom in it from the movie that is out called "Elizibeth Town''. I saw Orlando Bloom standing with with Kirsten Dunst. When I saw them two standing next to each other I felt so bad because the boys told me that Orlando Baboon. . . I mean, Orlando bloom had a girl friend. But I will always love Orando Bloom and I love the fame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-112999738019100409?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/112999738019100409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=112999738019100409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112999738019100409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112999738019100409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-fame.html' title='I love the fame!'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-112999614702978634</id><published>2005-10-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:51:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video games</title><content type='html'>Today I was standing in the kitchen while the boys were playing video games. Boys are really weird in that way! I can't belive that some people are so addicted to it. I really can't be talking because I actully like video games but I'm not addicted. Some games are actully quite fun, but not all. Jack was just asking me if I wanted to play co-op mode with him. I was about to say yes but then I died. (Hey Will stop writing on my blog!) Well any way, I was about to say yes but thought about how weird The Lord of the Rings is and said no thank you. Then I rememberd that it had Orlando Bloom in it. But I still said no. well any way I better go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-112999614702978634?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/112999614702978634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=112999614702978634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112999614702978634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112999614702978634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/video-games.html' title='video games'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-112992603402867249</id><published>2005-10-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:53:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disecting eyes.GROSS!</title><content type='html'>Today in class we disected a cows eye. I thought that it would be fun but after we actully did it it was so gross! The reason we diseccted a cows eye was because we were learning about eyes. I was so grossed out that once I saw the first part of the eye I just could not watch any of the rest of the lesson. Some people said that the disection was so cool and I thought that they were insane! That lesson was soooooooooo gross that me and my friend Anna( the Anna in Mr. oinky and Anna) would hold onto one another when ever a really terrible gross part came up. Can't you just picture me doing that! He-he-he. By now you probably know how I felt when I was disecting that cow eye. And you probably don't want to here any more about disecting the cow eye even if you don't understand about disecting a cow eye and how bad I felt while I did it. Well I'll stop bothering you. Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-112992603402867249?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/112992603402867249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=112992603402867249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112992603402867249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112992603402867249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/disecting-eyesgross.html' title='disecting eyes.GROSS!'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-112985482942202352</id><published>2005-10-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:52:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish is a dream to look forward to</title><content type='html'>A wish is a dream to look foward to,&lt;br /&gt;so don't give up if you think it won't come tru.&lt;br /&gt;you can always count on a wish to help you a lot,&lt;br /&gt;so make a wish and stick to that one spot.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you some advice, just make a wish if you are ever blue,&lt;br /&gt;because, A Wish Is A Dream To Look Foward To!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to coment on any of my bloggs from now on&lt;br /&gt;It does not take any hard work you just go onto my blogg site and start commenting you don't have to log into it because we got the thingy majigger changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-112985482942202352?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/112985482942202352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=112985482942202352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112985482942202352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112985482942202352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/wish-is-dream-to-look-forward-to.html' title='A wish is a dream to look forward to'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18062941.post-112976954291025878</id><published>2005-10-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:39:20.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day</title><content type='html'>Today I was looking at my new diary when dad came up and said,"Is that a dairy?" and I said in respond,"yes." Then dad said that I needed to have a blog. and I was like. . . uh. . . I don't know about that. And then he told me how to make a blog. So then I started to just jot things down( the things I was jotting down was the things you are reading this very second) because I was just way to exited because I thought that dad was only kidding about the whole you should start a blog. now I am just going  to be coming to the computer every day and just jotting things that I don't even know that you are intrested in! I love to blog now and I will always! This is my first day and I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18062941-112976954291025878?l=adancersday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/feeds/112976954291025878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18062941&amp;postID=112976954291025878' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112976954291025878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18062941/posts/default/112976954291025878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adancersday.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-day.html' title='My first day'/><author><name>stinkweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028460017154343156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.gracemonkey.com/mollyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
