<?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-3242736032286441907</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:27.004-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dee Dee Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-8581910166192088847</id><published>2008-12-21T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:09:48.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in forever, so to catch up, here's a little summary of what's been happening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools been goin good, and we just got out for Winter Break (YAY!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, Coco, got the keys to her house, and we are in the process of painting it (which is fun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew, Talmage, is addicted to presents and my jacket, and is very healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decorated for Christmas- 10 Christmas trees, reefs, and Christmas lights- with gingerbread houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pep-Rally I was in turned out amazing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to end my list, I would like to say that guitar class was fun, I graduated from it with an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I went to my sister's house to help paint. It was my sister and I painting, while my two little sisters were playing with Talmage in his room. Faith and Gabby got bored very quickly, so we took them home, and Coco, Talmage and I came back. Coco asked me to go behind the refrigorater to paint, so I gratefully squeezed back there and started my job. I bent over to get the bottom of the wall, when I hit my butt on the freshly painted corner. I got half of my butt covered in blue paint. I started laughing and Coco finally caught on to what I was laughing at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while later, I was entertaning Talmage while Coco finished the kitchen touch ups, when Talmage got the idea to play with some plastic in which Coco's phones had been in. It was clear, so I could see his face smooshed against the edge of the plastic, trying to fit it in his mouth. After a few tries, he gave up and cried for his nucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home that night, and were waiting for our dad to come through the front door, holding 3 pizza's from Papa John's. So while were waiting, we watched Cars, the movie. Talmage was not satisfied with the movie, so he headed toward the Christmas tree, where presents were awaiting to be opened. As soon as he got over there, he sat up straight, and started grabbing them one by one, tossing them behind him, as if he didn' like them. I hurry and grabbed him before he could throw any more. I held him as if I was rocking him to sleep, and then spun him around about 6 times. I put him in crawling possision, but he couldn't rawl staright. Coco and I bursted into laughter. I had never seen a baby do that before! I did it a few more times for the fun of it, and he enjoyed it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SU8hCMBLuKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jCpOfK8YA4Y/s1600-h/100_5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282477209398524066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SU8hCMBLuKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jCpOfK8YA4Y/s320/100_5656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't get the image of his big eyes, little smile, and cute round nose out of my head. He is the cutest lil thing!!!! I'm gunna miss havin him around, but they will be visiting. I just know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-8581910166192088847?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/8581910166192088847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=8581910166192088847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/8581910166192088847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/8581910166192088847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SU8hCMBLuKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jCpOfK8YA4Y/s72-c/100_5656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-1855168838112031490</id><published>2008-10-17T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:10:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/best%20friends/sandie00/Funny%20etc2/best-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/best%20friends/sandie00/Funny%20etc2/best-friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday through Wednesday, I babysat for the Pearson's.  We mainly watched Country Bears, Care Bears, and Casper the Friendly Ghost while coloring in My Little Pony and Littlest Pet Shop coloring books, and eating apple sauce.  They have 3 kids.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; (5), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kol&lt;/span&gt; (4), and Payton (almost 2).  On Tuesday, I went to my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alise's&lt;/span&gt; house, after babysitting, and we had our Sunshine Generation group, and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muchual&lt;/span&gt;.  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muchual&lt;/span&gt;, we had to wear our PJ's, so I had my Snoopy boxers over my blue jeans, and a red shirt.  We worked in our Personal Progress books and laughed at random, stupid things.  On Wednesday, I went to the sunshine Generation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grou&lt;/span&gt;p again, but this time, Ashton and I stayed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alise's&lt;/span&gt; house till her mom got home.  We were cheering on the side of her house, which was really fun.  Then, Ashton and I went to my house to grab my stuff for a sleep over.  We watched Indiana Jones 4, scared each other with stories, went on the computer, and ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; cereal till 1:00 a.m.  We went to bed, but didn't fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;.  We stayed up talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to everything till 3:00 and then we were out.  We woke up the next morning around 9:00 and went downstairs to eat.  We ate the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; cereal that we had the night before, and we went on the computer for a while.  Then we went to Savers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kohl's&lt;/span&gt;, Taco Bell (yummy), and Home Depot.  I got 2 pairs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; pants at Savers, and they are Christmas Sponge Bob and pink Happy Bunny.  At Kohl's, I got a green and a orange shirt with a striped under shirts, a Muppet 'Life Is Like A Movie' shirt, and a black with different shades of blue striped shirt.  We went home, and had a sleep over at my house.  We sleep on the trampoline in my backyard.  We ate graham crackers, found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;constellations&lt;/span&gt;, and saw some shooting stars.  It was really cool. In both ways.  We didn't go to bed till about 1:30.  It got really cold at about 12:00, so we went inside, and got a couple more blankets and jackets.  We woke up at 5:00 and went inside.  We were watching Jo Jo's Circus with my nephew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt;, and I fell asleep.  I never found out if  Ashton had fallen asleep, but we were tired.  We finally woke up for real at 7:30, and we ate Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Krispies&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate-Vanilla.  It was tasty.  We went outside, after eating, and played Apples to Apples with my little sisters, Faith and Gabby, and then she had to go home at 9:30 a.m.  At about 2:00 p.m., my friend Courtney came over, and we walked around the subdivisions and elementary school&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPlgnJl0sJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/M-T-vf_BOeY/s1600-h/100_5246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPlgnJl0sJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/M-T-vf_BOeY/s320/100_5246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258340265637490834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We went home and talked with Joey until her mom came to pick her up, and then I had to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been fun so far, and I have Monday off also.   I kind of have plans, but they have not been approved by my parents.  I am certainly not looking forward to going back to school, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; only one thing that is getting me ready to go back.  The feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; with out all my buddies there by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-1855168838112031490?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/1855168838112031490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=1855168838112031490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1855168838112031490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1855168838112031490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPlgnJl0sJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/M-T-vf_BOeY/s72-c/100_5246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-2704332889640629186</id><published>2008-10-11T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:54:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Ups</title><content type='html'>I was in the den with my mom and older sister, my mom sitting at her computer, my sister at her laptop, and me on the floor.  My sister through one of the pull ups she was saving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt;, at me.  She told me to keep it, so I put them on over my pants.  Then my sister got the idea of putting dots on my face and going over to our neighbors house, like my little sister did, and saying, "Do you have a friend I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; play with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story behind this- when we first moved to Queen Creek, my littlest sister, Gabby, wanted to see if there was a next door neighbor girl that she could play with.  Before she went over, she put red polka dots all over her body.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPEp77z4DrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7G_Q0RRKTR8/s1600-h/P1000835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPEp77z4DrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7G_Q0RRKTR8/s320/P1000835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256028349762375346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Coco, my older sister, put purple polka dots all over my face and neck.   We went over, and our neighbor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;, said, " Ugh....no." in a really funny voice.  My mom and Coco were standing behind their front bush laughing to the sight of a 12 year old wearing a pull up.  When my mom first said to go over and do that, I said no, and I finally gave in.  It was one of those times were your thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why me? &lt;/span&gt;,but then think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;  I'll do it. Hopefully no friends are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chillen&lt;/span&gt; out front.&lt;/span&gt;  Thanks to Coco and my mom, we had our dose of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-2704332889640629186?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/2704332889640629186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=2704332889640629186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2704332889640629186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2704332889640629186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-in-den-with-my-mom-and-older.html' title='Pull Ups'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SPEp77z4DrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7G_Q0RRKTR8/s72-c/P1000835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-1842780886362235227</id><published>2008-10-11T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:20:16.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Fall Break</title><content type='html'>School has been pretty fun, but thank goodness it's Fall Break!  I have been doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; in all but one class. I didn't finish a report, so I got a bad grade on my report card. I will do better next quarter.  For Fall Break, I plan on hanging out with friends, and that's about it. My older sister, Coco, and her little family went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt;/Lakeside till Monday, and it is so quiet here!  I miss them. I have been hanging out with my brother a lot lately, and this afternoon, we went to Taco Bell and I got the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frutista&lt;/span&gt; Strawberries 'n' Creme.  It was really sweet.  We came home and hung out until m mom came home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-1842780886362235227?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/1842780886362235227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=1842780886362235227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1842780886362235227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1842780886362235227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-fall-break.html' title='Finally Fall Break'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-7164306679474891024</id><published>2008-09-27T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:50:51.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Style....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7hblAA7WI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mje59cdJaeI/s1600-h/100_6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7hblAA7WI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mje59cdJaeI/s320/100_6735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250882079465467234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the computer, typing my friends, when my sister comes over and says, "Can I do your make up?"  I said sure, so she put lots of eye liner, some blush, and loads of eye shadow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she thought it would be fun to do my hair. So she ratted my hair, put Aussie hair spray in it, and used bobby pins to put up the back.  I looked a little scary at first, but i ended up liking the make up.  But my mother, Bobbi Jo, wasn't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7iQ-sakdI/AAAAAAAAAds/04osQx-K7PA/s1600-h/100_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7iQ-sakdI/AAAAAAAAAds/04osQx-K7PA/s320/100_6737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250882996895650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Coco Lucas for the effort and time she put into making me look really funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-7164306679474891024?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/7164306679474891024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=7164306679474891024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/7164306679474891024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/7164306679474891024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-style.html' title='My New Style....?'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7hblAA7WI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mje59cdJaeI/s72-c/100_6735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-2995258078812129503</id><published>2008-09-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:37:31.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7fe_PKv1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/p8VFScXX4HA/s1600-h/100_6733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7fe_PKv1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/p8VFScXX4HA/s320/100_6733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250879939024699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the 26, was the first school dance of this year.  It was ok, not the best, but it was good enough that I had a good time. We had a DJ, a mini colorful disco ball, and most of my friends were there.  Hopefully, the next dance will be better, and maybe have better food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Courtney, Courtney J, and Me after the dance)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-2995258078812129503?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/2995258078812129503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=2995258078812129503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2995258078812129503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2995258078812129503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-dance.html' title='School Dance'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7fe_PKv1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/p8VFScXX4HA/s72-c/100_6733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-3116885697049951233</id><published>2008-09-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:10:59.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm306/horror_girl666/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm306/horror_girl666/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You have probably heard of the Twilight Series, there are 4 books out right now, the 4th just came out in August.  My brother read the first 2, and I am planning on reading the 1st one.  I have heard they are really good, but I have also heard that they aren't the best.  I'm taking my brother and cousin's advise, and reading them.  They have both said that they are really good, and they also said that they are excited to see the movie.  I probably won't be done with all 4 of them when it comes out, but I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-3116885697049951233?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/3116885697049951233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=3116885697049951233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/3116885697049951233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/3116885697049951233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-series.html' title='Twilight Series'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-5664768703581547317</id><published>2008-09-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:04:37.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gifted Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I got this note from my Language Arts teacher, and it said that I was eligible to take a test to get into gifted. For those of you who don't know or understand what gifted is, it's a program at most schools were certain students are above the level that they are learning, so they go into a classroom and they learn at the level that they are suppose to be learning.  Anyway, I got the letter, and I am going to be going in to take the test in about 2 weeks. I don't know what to expect, but my mom told me that it would be good on my college transcript.  I am both excited and nervous, but I hope that I will do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-5664768703581547317?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/5664768703581547317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=5664768703581547317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5664768703581547317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5664768703581547317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/09/gifted-child.html' title='The Gifted Child'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-7292437281326811078</id><published>2008-08-27T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:10:16.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>This morning, it was raining for a couple of hours.  As usual, I had to walk to the bus stop so I could get to school, and today was a very FUN bus stop.  It was raining pretty hard when I was walking down, and I saw that it was going to be only Samantha, Renee, Kessa, Joseph, and I at the bus stop.  Kessa and I got down there around 8:00 and Joseph was already there. So we talked while we waited and about 10 minutes later, Samantha and Renee showed up.  We started talking about the how there was lots of traffic, and ended up talking about hair.  Renee decided to leave, because the bus was already 10 minutes late. So it was just Kessa, Samantha, Joseph, and me at the bus stop talking.  A kid down our street, one of Joseph's best friends, Bret, came driving down in his car with his dad.  So Joseph got a ride to school, while Samantha, Kessa, and I were getting soaked at the bus stop.  30 minutes passed by, and still no bus.  I went to the other side of the road to see if it was coming, and sure enough, it was about to come to our bus stop.  I hurried back over to the other side of the road with Samantha and Kessa, and we eventually got on the bus.  I calculated how long we were at the bus stop, and it turns out that we stood there for 45 minutes.  We got to school right as the first bell rang, and luckily, we have the first bell that indicates that we have to go to class, a warning bell (one minute before class starts), and a final bell that indicates that class has started.  After school, it was clear that we were not happy with the bus driver.  Hopefully, it will still rain, but it won't be as long to get on the bus as this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-7292437281326811078?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/7292437281326811078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=7292437281326811078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/7292437281326811078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/7292437281326811078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/standing-in-rain.html' title='Standing In The Rain'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-1297588559745468311</id><published>2008-08-16T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:13:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E for Elyse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKdcs6WVvZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fSpcHu6lS1w/s1600-h/100_6554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKdcs6WVvZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fSpcHu6lS1w/s320/100_6554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235255018488446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in my den with my mom and sister, Bobbi and Coco, and I wanted to do a craft project.  I asked my mom if I could paint the letter "E" that she go for my room.  I painted it blue, and put crackle on it, plus I put white for the second coat of paint.  I put a flower on the top right side corner, that is brown and blue, with a whit button in the middle.  I also put a brown ribbon on the left side of the "E".  I was really happy that it turned out like this.  It is one of my best pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-1297588559745468311?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/1297588559745468311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=1297588559745468311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1297588559745468311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1297588559745468311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-for-elyse.html' title='E for Elyse'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKdcs6WVvZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fSpcHu6lS1w/s72-c/100_6554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-2324830510485818562</id><published>2008-08-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:02:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKc_n2P3QMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YI64hqZKaWo/s1600-h/100_6552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKc_n2P3QMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YI64hqZKaWo/s320/100_6552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235223045650989250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, my sister started to make the journals that she sells at http://likemotherlikedaughteraz.weebly.com/ which will be up and running soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up to my room one morning and had a journal in her hand.  She handed it to me and said, "I made this journal for you."&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to get a new journal!   And for Coco to take the time to make it was what made it even better.  It as beautiful flowers, and polka dots, plus my name on the top in blue an white polka dot pattern.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-2324830510485818562?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/2324830510485818562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=2324830510485818562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2324830510485818562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2324830510485818562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-journal.html' title='My New Journal'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKc_n2P3QMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YI64hqZKaWo/s72-c/100_6552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-46699898033652445</id><published>2008-08-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:55:29.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun, Fun</title><content type='html'>Today was the first official day I got homework.  For 1st hour, I had to log onto my teacher's home page to download my homework.  I also had to research on 3 subjects to teach the class, because my History\Social Studies class teacher is having us students teach the class.  I don't do good in front of people.  But I will do it.  It's part of my grade.  And  what's going on with my friends, they are doing ok.  My friend has taken my spot as Brianna's lunch buddy, because I don't have 1st lunch any more.  I have been busy with home work, trying to help around the house, and taking care of Talmage.  But hopefully, it won't go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing my homework, I heard Talmage crying, so I went into the room&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKEV7svNRfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oE1JsEAxpP0/s1600-h/100_5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKEV7svNRfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oE1JsEAxpP0/s320/100_5656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233488357346854386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and he smiled at me.  It was adorable!  I picked him up and took him into the den where my mom and his mom, my sister, and he started to laugh and smile.  And whenever I took him into the room to change his diaper, I layed him down, and he started to fuss. I picked him up and he stopped and looked at me like 'this is what I want'.  It was very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-46699898033652445?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/46699898033652445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=46699898033652445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/46699898033652445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/46699898033652445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun, Fun'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SKEV7svNRfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oE1JsEAxpP0/s72-c/100_5656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-4638621908911642717</id><published>2008-08-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:51:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Tastes Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ4DGNQGcbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/82nynJOea-k/s1600-h/P1000504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ4DGNQGcbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/82nynJOea-k/s320/P1000504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232623222222385586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at about 10:45 a.m., my sister asked my mom if she could watch Talmage, my nephew,  for a few minutes. I was on the computer, typing my friends when my mom started to laugh really loud.  I turned around and saw Talmage sucking my mom's chin and nibbling on it!  Talmage doesn't have any teeth yet, so it tickles when he bites down.  My mom kept laughing, and he grabbed my mom's face  and wouldn't let go!  I tried to grab my mom's camera, but I couldn't find it.  And by the time I found her camera, he was finished.  I took a few pictures of him just sucking on a onion (he loves it)  and he was happy from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that my mother tastes good!  Ha Ha Ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-4638621908911642717?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/4638621908911642717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=4638621908911642717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4638621908911642717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4638621908911642717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandma-tastes-good.html' title='Grandma Tastes Good'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ4DGNQGcbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/82nynJOea-k/s72-c/P1000504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-4280478154693148290</id><published>2008-08-08T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:34:49.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1HpWIoQ7I/AAAAAAAAAak/IXMYwwMPRsc/s1600-h/100_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1HpWIoQ7I/AAAAAAAAAak/IXMYwwMPRsc/s320/100_0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232417117716366258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk a lot about my family.  And I feel bad about it.  But I found out why I don't talk about them so much- I'm never really around them!  I have 7 hours of school, 1  1/2 hours to get ready for school in the morning, and after school, I'm doing my homework, and then hanging out with friends.  I wanted to take this time to tell you about my wonderful family.  My dad's name is Alan. He is very nice, and I can talk to him about practically anything.  My mom's name is Bobbi.  She is the queen of our house, Scrap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Booker&lt;/span&gt;, and craft maker.  And her three sayings are "Chocolate isn't just for breakfast", "When mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy", and "I run with decorative scissors."  That about covers my mom.  My oldest sister is Coco.  She is married and has a 6 month old boy, and she is the second Scrap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Booker&lt;/span&gt; and craft maker of o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1H6A4MTLI/AAAAAAAAAas/REVBMA9gxnQ/s1600-h/275-R1-02-4A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1H6A4MTLI/AAAAAAAAAas/REVBMA9gxnQ/s320/275-R1-02-4A_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232417404068056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ur house.  Most people say that we look alike.  My brother-in-law is Kyle.  He graduated this past year from Blue Ridge High School, and is training to be a Police Officer.  He is really fun to hang out with.  My older, only brother is Dallas.  He is fun to hang around when he's in a good mood, and has a great sense of humor. My first younger sister is Faith. Her and my littlest sister, Gabby, can get on my nerves, but I love them. Faith is the artist, and Gabby is the clown.  Yes, the clown of the house.  She can make anyone laugh with out even trying.  Then there is my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;He is little Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt;, Peanut, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DeDe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doodle's&lt;/span&gt; nephew.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DeDe&lt;/span&gt; Doodle is my nickname.  How did I get it?  Well, I couldn't say my name when I was little, so I called myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DeDe&lt;/span&gt;.  And then when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Talmage&lt;/span&gt; was born, we started getting into the Disney Channel baby shows, and the Doodle Bops ha&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ppened&lt;/span&gt; to be one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Talmage's&lt;/span&gt; favorite shows.  So Coco now calls me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DeDe&lt;/span&gt; Doodle Bop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1HGtjhDoI/AAAAAAAAAac/ISICXEF7Dac/s1600-h/100_4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1HGtjhDoI/AAAAAAAAAac/ISICXEF7Dac/s320/100_4824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232416522707734146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my family- we have 4 dogs living in our house. There is Nellie, the aggressive one.  Bella, my little nubbins. She's the only one with a nub, so she is my nubbins.  Cosmo, the crazy, trouble maker.  And Lula, the fluffy, shy one.  They are a big part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and pets very much, and I don't ever want to loose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Coco-&lt;br /&gt;I love you two the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-4280478154693148290?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/4280478154693148290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=4280478154693148290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4280478154693148290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4280478154693148290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ1HpWIoQ7I/AAAAAAAAAak/IXMYwwMPRsc/s72-c/100_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-4488152716569540152</id><published>2008-08-08T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:19:41.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Day</title><content type='html'>Today was Spirit Day.  It wasn't a big deal for the school, but I thought I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ02o413yZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_z2cHPfcE08/s1600-h/100_6366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ02o413yZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_z2cHPfcE08/s320/100_6366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232398418155391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; should show some school spirit.  I put paint on my face like a football player would, and I wore my Combs shirt.  My friend, Brooke, and her sisters forgot about it.  So Brooke took out her blue and yellow highlighters and told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shanelle&lt;/span&gt; (her sister) and I to draw whiskers on her face.  I did the yellow on the left side, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shanelle&lt;/span&gt; did the blue on the right side.  It looked horrible!!!  Everyone agreed that the yellow was better then the blue, which was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ02pLiovsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MXKdqaUFMwc/s1600-h/100_6379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ02pLiovsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MXKdqaUFMwc/s320/100_6379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232398423174987458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good for me, and we also decided that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shanelle&lt;/span&gt; needs to take art lessons.  Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to 3rd hour, after lunch, my yellow paint started to rub off.  I decided to peel it off, and it hurt!  My friend Sam, who sits next to me in Guitar, helped me get the blue off, which hurt even more.  After it was all off, I had two red marks where they had been.  They went away around the end of the hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-4488152716569540152?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/4488152716569540152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=4488152716569540152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4488152716569540152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4488152716569540152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-day.html' title='Spirit Day'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SJ02o413yZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_z2cHPfcE08/s72-c/100_6366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-2102241495714289443</id><published>2008-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:31:32.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bunny, Rain, and a Cute Baby Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k393/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k393/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20bunny/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20bunny/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20bunny/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20bunny/mrsjoejonas425/happybunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to talk about my home and family.  I got home today around 4:10 and I was by myself. Which was totally ok with me, but I was bored, so I started to draw Happy Bunny pictures. My mom, sisters and nephew got home about  5:30.  I was watching my nephew, Talmage, and I started to blow in his face and he would smile and laugh. I kept doing that and he got happier and happier.  And whenever he went down for his nap, I was in the den with my mom and sister, Coco, and I looked outside and I saw that it was raining hard.  My mom, sisters and dogs went out front and found a rainbow.  My 2 friends, Joseph and Jasmine, came down and were talking to my mom, older sister, and I while rubbing the second seat on my brother in law's Yamaha R6 making a funny sound.  Lula and Bella, 2 of our 4 dogs, came out front and were chasing each other in the rain. Coco then brought Talmage out and he was very amused by the rain coming off the roof and onto our porch.  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;We all got soaked, but it was fun while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-2102241495714289443?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/2102241495714289443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=2102241495714289443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2102241495714289443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2102241495714289443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-bunny-rain-and-cute-baby-laughing.html' title='Happy Bunny, Rain, and a Cute Baby Laughing'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-1659337565966807748</id><published>2008-08-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:03:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Can't Get Any Better</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of friends at school, but when one of them is being a brat to me, I am not a happy camper.  One of my friends that live down the street has been being really rude and ignoring me.  It is the same girl that was ignoring me last year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kessa&lt;/span&gt; is her name, and she is a grade up from me.  I think that she is still going by the saying that it isn't 'cool' to talk to a 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader, but now it's  not cool to talk to 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. But that saying seems to only apply to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kessa&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't care who you are, that's just wrong.  I am friends with most of the kids at my school, so I can hang out with them until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kessa&lt;/span&gt; straightens up and has a better attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-1659337565966807748?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/1659337565966807748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=1659337565966807748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1659337565966807748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1659337565966807748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-cant-get-any-better.html' title='School Can&apos;t Get Any Better'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-5206501214705021219</id><published>2008-08-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:37:31.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school.  It was a little weird.  And scary.  I have 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; lunch, plus guitar and drama are my electives.  My guitar teacher is Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mobley&lt;/span&gt; and my drama teachers name is Mrs. Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st Hour-Math-Mr. Taylor&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Hour-Science-Mrs. Wilson&lt;br /&gt;3rd Hour-Guitar- Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mobley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Hour- History\SS (Social Studies)-Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Hour-Language Arts\ Reading- Ms. Kemp&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Hour-Drama- Mrs. Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drama and Guitar are my favorite classes, and my teachers are really nice.  I do have some downs about this year, though. my little group of good friends have 1st lunch and I have 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; lunch.  I have friends in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; lunch, too. But it's not the same without my other friends.  I hope that tomorrow will be a even better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-5206501214705021219?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/5206501214705021219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=5206501214705021219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5206501214705021219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5206501214705021219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-5070185282588642229</id><published>2008-07-31T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:51:30.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I haven't updated my blog since the last day of school, and my sister, Coco, and my mother have been nagging me about it all summer.  My summer was the usual. Hanging out with friends, computer time, and I moved into my little sisters room.  My sister, brother in law, and nephew moved in with us. We were very happy they moved in, but I wasn't to happy with the fact that I had to move in with my little sisters. But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been much over the summer. This coming Monday school starts. I got my schedule yesterday. I have the usual Language Arts, Math, Science and Social Studies. My electives are Drama (should be fun), Family Consumer Science 1 (FCS), Guitar, and Technology 2.  I can't wait to meet my teachers and see my friends. But I'm not ready to do the work. Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-5070185282588642229?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/5070185282588642229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=5070185282588642229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5070185282588642229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5070185282588642229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-5008831943510796283</id><published>2008-05-22T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:47:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a little sad.  Promotion was today.  The 8th graders are gone.  It's quieter then usual.  There was going to be a food fight in 1st lunch, but when a kid tried to start it, he got sent up to the office.  That was the last thought of having a food fight.  I took my camera and took a few pictures, but not a lot.  One of the teachers that goes around the school, named Mr. Smith, was trying to get a picture of my friends and I in 3rd hour, but I was refusing to let him get a picture of me.  I went to the corner of the room, sat down, put my hood on, and said, "I'm an island.  Now leave me alone."  My three friends, Carlos, Trent, and Israel came over and pulled my hood off my head and pushed me over towards Mr. Smith.  Luckily, the bell rang just as I was pushed over.  I got out to the middle of the pod and tried to forget about it.  After school, we had to wait in the pod for our bus to come, because of the weather, so I talked to my friends and took pictures.  It was fun.  I have a party to go to tomorrow.  Plus, it's the last day of school!!!!  I'm going to be a 7th grader!  It's crazy cool!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-5008831943510796283?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/5008831943510796283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=5008831943510796283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5008831943510796283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/5008831943510796283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-1672348367048608829</id><published>2008-05-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:26:30.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SDTZpa5MLXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wQKZFscSeTo/s1600-h/100_5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SDTZpa5MLXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wQKZFscSeTo/s320/100_5130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203022775136824690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SDTZpq5MLYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HC-CT9ReET0/s1600-h/100_5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SDTZpq5MLYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HC-CT9ReET0/s320/100_5129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203022779431792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated my blog for a week.  I'm sorry.  Well, it's that week, the last week of school.  Lots of crying, laughter, and presents.  The 8th grade promotion is tomorrow.  I won't be there cause they aren't letting the 6th or 7th graders in it unless they are in band and performing there.  My friend, Candy, is moving.  Brianna, Izzey and I are the saddest of our little group.  I'm actually feeling bad because we have 1 1/2 more days to get everything done.  I got my P.E. shirt signed by a whole bunch of my friends, and even people I don't know.  Ha Ha Ha.  I am excited that it's summer break, but at the same time, I am sad that most of my friends are going to be out of town or even state.  So we won't be able to hang out.  On June 25-28, I am going to Girls Camp.&lt;br /&gt;In The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints, they have a camp for the Young Women in the steak.  Well this year, we are doing it by ward, not steak.  We will be swimming, roasting marshmallows, and more.  It will be SO much fun!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-1672348367048608829?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/1672348367048608829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=1672348367048608829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1672348367048608829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/1672348367048608829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last Week Of School'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SDTZpa5MLXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wQKZFscSeTo/s72-c/100_5130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-4926829812594645508</id><published>2008-05-13T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:44:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>In 1st hour, my friend Zach wasn't there for the first 20 minutes or so.  Candie and I were joking around and were saying 'Thank goodness' and 'We are so happy that Zach isn't here today'.  Our friend Jacob started to laugh.  A few minutes later, Zach came through the door.  I didn't notice him when he walked in because I was focussed on my monitor, doing the typing lesson for the day.  But then Candie whispered to me, "He's here.....".  I quickly looked over to the front of the room and he smiled at me like I was stupid enough to think that he wouldn't show up at school.  He came over to his table (which is right in front of mine) and said "You thought I wasn't going to be here today,".  Candie and I looked at each other and gave each other the 'gr' look.  We keep nagging Zach about getting our hopes up that he wasn't going to be there, and he just glared at us. Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;I brought my P.E. shirt from the semester before to school today, and had everyone sign it.  I didn't get everyone's signature, so I'm taking it to school tomorrow also.  At lunch, my friend threw her unopened milk at me without telling me to catch it.  It hit my right shoulder and I jumped.  I then fell backward but luckily caught my self and sat on the chair.  Now my whole table doesn't trust Brianna with milk anymore........and we will always remember this so called 'wonderful' experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-4926829812594645508?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/4926829812594645508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=4926829812594645508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4926829812594645508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/4926829812594645508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-8329710731494344659</id><published>2008-05-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:45:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SCXnF6gDU6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/81wAe0wHdVQ/s1600-h/100_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SCXnF6gDU6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/81wAe0wHdVQ/s320/100_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198815433658160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister, Gabby, was going around to all the yard sales today, and she came across this teddy bear, but it wasn't any old teddy bear-it was a Phoenix Suns bear!!!   I love the Phoenix Suns!!  Gabby said that she knew I would love it.  She knew right!!!   My mom and brother, Dallas, went to a cannery store thing that I can never remember how to say.  Ha Ha Ha.  I am watching Gabby, Faith and my dad are up North in Pinetop\Lakeside, so I am here with my Gabby hanging out and typing friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-8329710731494344659?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/8329710731494344659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=8329710731494344659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/8329710731494344659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/8329710731494344659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bear.html' title='Little Bear'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SCXnF6gDU6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/81wAe0wHdVQ/s72-c/100_5028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-2294374812303340596</id><published>2008-05-09T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:02:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soda....</title><content type='html'>My two friends are now talking to me again.  Thank goodness!   My friend, Brianna, wasn't at school today.  I was kinda upset, but it's ok.  In 1st hour, I met another Zack.  He is a nice kid, and is on my side with the whole Bumble Bee is better then Jazz thing.  So we are doing these WANTED posters for Technology, and I did Mr. Finn Goldfish.  Of course, Zach did Bumble Bee to bug me.  I am about to slap him.  He is now saying that Bumble Bee is emo.  It is extremely annoying.  My other friend, Candie, just laughs. Go figure.  While Candie and I were talking, Zach was listening and he keep interrupting me, so i got my mini stapler and I opened it up as if I were going to staple a paper to a wall, but I pointed it a Zach and shot it.  It worked!!!  I was so happy!!!  He said that the pointy part had hit his head and that it hurt.  Ha Ha Ha.  I told him that it was what he got for listening to our conversation.  And that was the end of 1st hour.&lt;br /&gt; But at lunch, we were looking through the yearbook for this year, and we came to Candie and Monica.  I yelled, "Trader!"  to them, and they both  asked me how they were traders.  They are in the same row as Zach (Bumble Bee hater). They started to make excuses, but I didn't buy them.  They just looked at me like I was insane.  I told them that I was joking, and they keep laughing about it.  But lunch time didn't stop there.  One more of my friends, Johny, was hanging out with HIM (Candie and I call Zach that) so Johny was hanging with him, and he came over and told me that he just gave my soda to Zach.  I was furious.  Johny always gives me soda, but today, it went to HIM!!!!  ugh........it was Dr.Pepper Cherry. That's my 2nd favorite-Dr.Pepper Cherry Chocolate is my very favorite.  I told Johny that he was forbidden to come to our table ever again.  He walked away laughing.  And I wanted to punch him.   Ha Ha Ha   &lt;br /&gt;After school, my two 7th grade friends, Sam, Kessa, and I were talking and then this kid named Layne came running out the entrance to the school squirting this girl with a water bottle, and it got all over my back.  It was freezing cold, and I started to yell at him.  He started to laugh and then I pretended like I was going to beat him up so he ran to his bus. Today was a really good day.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-2294374812303340596?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/2294374812303340596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=2294374812303340596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2294374812303340596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/2294374812303340596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-soda.html' title='My Soda....'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-6325011283036815206</id><published>2008-05-08T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:39:55.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Attitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;     This past week has been more than chaos.  We are finishing a whole bunch of work at school because there is less then 2 weeks of school left-yeah!- and my friend, Monica, and I are planning a go away party for our close friend, Candie.  She is moving to California.  We are going to miss her SO much!  Plus to make things worse, two of my friends aren't talking to me.  Ugh.............this is what makes the title of this 'Teenage Attitudes'.  I'm not going to mention any names, but this girl in 7&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;th grade was my best friend, and now she isn't talking to me. And then, our other friend is also a 7th grader and he isn't talking to me for what ever reason.  He also lives down our street.  I see them every day except for Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.  They are at my bus stop, so I have no choice but having to hear them.  Oh well.  That's why my mother always says to make more then a few friends, even if you don't talk to them or hangout with them every day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I recently met this girl, Kylie, who is new at my school.  I talked to her on her first day and invited her to sit with my friends and I at lunch.  She kindly excepted and I found out that she is the same religion as me, LDS.  I thought that it was pretty coo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l.  Any way, in 1st hour, Technology 1, I sat by my two close friends, Zach and Candie.  We have been having this joking fight about which Transformer is better: Bumble Bee or Jazz.  Candie and I are all over Bumble Bee, while Zach is on Jazz's side.  Candie and I keep making funny pictures about Jazz, and of course Zach being a boy would do the same thing, but with Bumble Bee.  At lunch Brianna, Candie, Destiny, Monica, me, and a few other friends decided to take over Zach's table.  Which is where Julian, Jacob, and Jesus (some more of our friends) sit.  When Zach saw us sitting there, he freaked out.  It was hilarious!  They took our table, and they keep glaring at us girls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha Ha Ha    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    *If you could please leave a comment on which Transformer is better-Bumble Bee or Jazz-that would be great!  I want to prove to Zach and his friends that Bumble Bee is better then Jazz.....this should be interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-6325011283036815206?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/6325011283036815206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=6325011283036815206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/6325011283036815206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/6325011283036815206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/teenage-attitudes.html' title='Teenage Attitudes'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-6958485570853705800</id><published>2008-05-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:19:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Carnival</title><content type='html'>My school carnival was tonight!  It was really cool!  I hung out with my friends- Candie, Destiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Annaliza&lt;/span&gt;, Johnny, and Zach.  I got soaked on the mountain water slide!  But it was very fun!  We were wet, and shivering cold so we went up to Zach, who was perfectly dry, and we said, "Give me a hug!"  he backed off and said,"I know karate!"  so we just laughed and said that we would bite him.  Luckily, we didn't have to bite him and we hung out the rest of the time.  When we went to the front of the school to wait for our parents, we were still cold, wet, and towel less.  Candie and I saw&lt;br /&gt;Zach again and went up to him, and again said, "Give us a hug!"  This time, he did and we got his nice dry jacket wet.  Good team work Candie!  Ha Ha Ha    When I got home, I started to text Zach and I said that I was cold, so he tortured me saying that he was nice and warm on his comfy warm bed.  I wanted to slap him.  But anyway, the carnival was outstanding!  Destiny, Candy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annaliza&lt;/span&gt; and I got our hair sprayed green.  It looked totally awesome!  We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jumba&lt;/span&gt; Juice and Dip-n-Dots for dinner (which was very tasty) and we joked around a lot.  I wish it never ended!  But it had to. :( Oh well.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-6958485570853705800?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/6958485570853705800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=6958485570853705800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/6958485570853705800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/6958485570853705800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/school-carnival.html' title='School Carnival'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242736032286441907.post-934048860051180756</id><published>2008-05-01T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:10:06.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the morning, my friends- Brianna, Candy, Whitney, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Izzey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Destiny, Liam, Jonathon, Quinton, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johny&lt;/span&gt;, and I always meet each other in the ditch right outside the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade pod.  Well, today I saw Brianna and decided to make her mad.  So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up behind her and yelled in her ear.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and started chasing me around the group of our friends.  She then stopped chasing me, but was running from our friend , Liam, and had come over and grabbed my arm to block her.  She was squeezing my arm too tight so I bit her.  She looked at me like I was crazy, and started to chase me again.  She grabbed my back pack, which I really dislike, so I dropped my backpack and she had a twelve year old drama fit.  Later that day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;, she wouldn't talked to me, until I gave her GOLDFISH.  We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with GOLDFISH.  So I did and she started to talk to me again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242736032286441907-934048860051180756?l=elyse26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/feeds/934048860051180756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3242736032286441907&amp;postID=934048860051180756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/934048860051180756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3242736032286441907/posts/default/934048860051180756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyse26.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-madness.html' title='Morning Madness'/><author><name>Elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144103903955974689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qnLLlA-6aU/SN7kJTJbLRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WBkJCnhGKY4/S220/100_6735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
