<?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-1770528160567444505</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:25:55.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7205902373847030577</id><published>2009-12-03T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:45:14.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite part.</title><content type='html'>My favorite part is probably when he starts going to his new school because to me that's when it starts getting more interesting and funny. My least favorite part would have to be all the times he goes home and his dad's drunk. I think his dad should be able to go at least a few days with out drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7205902373847030577?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7205902373847030577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7205902373847030577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7205902373847030577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-part.html' title='My favorite part.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4422307135885381986</id><published>2009-12-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:46:26.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving break..</title><content type='html'>Over Thanksgiving break I went fishing with my brother on the Santiam river. We didn't catch what we wanted to but it was still fun. I also changed some brakes on a car and help do some carburetor adjustments on an old pickup. Than we had a big dinner with our family and we all ate some Turkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4422307135885381986?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4422307135885381986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4422307135885381986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4422307135885381986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving break..'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5454813070975991983</id><published>2009-11-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:03:12.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite TV show.</title><content type='html'>My favorite TV show would have to be coat on camera because it shows like crazy things that have been video taped. I think its interesting to see what happens around the world and just weird things people do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5454813070975991983?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5454813070975991983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-tv-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5454813070975991983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5454813070975991983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-tv-show.html' title='Favorite TV show.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-420685337258700115</id><published>2009-11-18T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:35:45.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>differences.</title><content type='html'>I think there different because Rowdy solves his problems with anger and fighting, and Junior tries to deal with problems by running like leaving the school on the reservation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-420685337258700115?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/420685337258700115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/difrentses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/420685337258700115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/420685337258700115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/difrentses.html' title='differences.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-522997644910960070</id><published>2009-11-17T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:04:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentences.</title><content type='html'>1. Junior is a Spokane Indian, and he lives on the reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At Reardan High School  Junior is one of the smartest kids, but Gordy is smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Junior has a hard time getting to school, and sometimes he has to walk 22 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-522997644910960070?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/522997644910960070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/522997644910960070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/522997644910960070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentences.html' title='Sentences.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5403737442922819961</id><published>2009-11-12T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:00:23.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on a Res.</title><content type='html'>I think that life on a reservation would be cool if you got along with the other Indians and had a lot of family there. But if you didn't I think it would be really hard on a person because they gotta spent a lot of there life there. I think it would be neet to see how the Indians really live life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5403737442922819961?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5403737442922819961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-on-res.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5403737442922819961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5403737442922819961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-on-res.html' title='Life on a Res.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7053674640130869993</id><published>2009-11-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:59:38.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would fear the fact that I would no longer have my friends and family that lived near by. I would probably fell sad about my friends and mad, because I would want to see my friends. It could be good chance to start over in life.It would help me to try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7053674640130869993?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7053674640130869993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-fear-fact-that-i-would-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7053674640130869993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7053674640130869993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-fear-fact-that-i-would-no.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-623969152341503002</id><published>2009-11-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:45:20.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have to include that when I was about just being able to walk I was always falling down and bust my lip on my baby bottle. I had to get it stitched up four times. When I was 9 or so I got a 1966 Chevy pickup given to me for a kinda growing up project.  I still have it. I would include that when I was 6 and 7 I moved to Kansas city for about a year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-623969152341503002?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/623969152341503002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-have-to-include-that-when-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/623969152341503002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/623969152341503002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-have-to-include-that-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-2850511872097384664</id><published>2009-10-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:38:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this class I wish to learn how to read bigger and harder words more easily. I also hope to understand definitions of words and remember them. I hope to be able to pass all my next tests and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tim Hood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-2850511872097384664?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2850511872097384664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2850511872097384664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2850511872097384664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter.html' title='Letter.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4418711960974454098</id><published>2009-10-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:21:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4418711960974454098?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4418711960974454098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4418711960974454098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4418711960974454098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4195143393632603332</id><published>2009-10-05T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:41:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside the United States.</title><content type='html'>If I could go any place outside the United States I would like to go to Switzerland. I just would like to because I think that place would be neat looking to me. I think  it would look a lot different than the U.S.. I would not know where to go or what to do but it would still be cool to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4195143393632603332?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4195143393632603332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/outside-united-states.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4195143393632603332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4195143393632603332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/outside-united-states.html' title='Outside the United States.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-8668308598365166042</id><published>2009-10-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:59:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day</title><content type='html'>My ideal day would be to go to Utah and stop at the amusement park. It's open all day until 11pm when they close. I would really enjoy it if my whole family came along, even my brothers and sisters. I would like to bring my sister and brother on this ride called the spider which is very scary. After I would like to eat and than finish the day off with some swimming at the swimming area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-8668308598365166042?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8668308598365166042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8668308598365166042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8668308598365166042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-day.html' title='The big day'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6770117375342078731</id><published>2009-10-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:46:16.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My most embarrassing moment has to be when I was about 6 when i stayed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kansas&lt;/span&gt;. My brother and I were going to the school bus and we where the first ones there. So we started having a snowball fight and than more kids showed up and more. We had this big snow fight and a kid threw a ice ball and it busted my nose and than I bled every where and all my face and clothing where covered in blood all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6770117375342078731?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6770117375342078731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-embarrassing-moment-has-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6770117375342078731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6770117375342078731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-embarrassing-moment-has-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4191284263093470563</id><published>2009-09-30T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:43:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite thang about fall.</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing about fall is that it is not so hot no more and that it starts getting dark earlier so I can get to bed at night. A few things I don't like are picking up all the leaves from the force winds and dealing with all the weird weather Oregon has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4191284263093470563?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4191284263093470563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-thing-about-fall-is-that-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4191284263093470563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4191284263093470563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-thing-about-fall-is-that-it.html' title='Favorite thang about fall.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7030619286122228096</id><published>2009-09-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:36:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I think people get addicted because they try something at a young age and they do it a lot more than they should and because they don't have much else to do besides whatever it is they're addicted to. People usually start getting addicted to things because there friends or family will introduce them to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7030619286122228096?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7030619286122228096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7030619286122228096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7030619286122228096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5802413547909166814</id><published>2009-09-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:40:25.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is important because if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go than your going to be dumb and if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go you will most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; have a low income job. I go to school because my P.O. gives me a choice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; go to school or get a review and I need to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GED soon as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5802413547909166814?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5802413547909166814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-is-important-because-if-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5802413547909166814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5802413547909166814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-is-important-because-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-608032426824601109</id><published>2009-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:46:17.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated.</title><content type='html'>I'm dedicated to feeding my dog because if I don't I wouldn't have a dog any more. I'm also dedicated to matrix because if I don't there will be consequences. I'm dedicated to getting things done if I start them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-608032426824601109?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/608032426824601109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-dedicated-to-feeding-my-dog-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/608032426824601109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/608032426824601109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-dedicated-to-feeding-my-dog-because.html' title='Dedicated.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-8241659924788368092</id><published>2009-09-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:47:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite food.</title><content type='html'>My favorite food is chicken and dumplings homemade. My mom cooks it on special occasions when family comes over. Theres pieces of chicken and lots of juice and thick strips of dumplings. It warms your stomach and has a wonderful taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-8241659924788368092?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8241659924788368092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8241659924788368092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8241659924788368092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-food.html' title='Favorite food.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1777663386567301251</id><published>2009-09-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:38:53.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother</title><content type='html'>My brother important because he has been there for me alot helping and hurting as I thought. Hes like a dude that you can trust and rely on and be truth full if you ask him about something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1777663386567301251?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1777663386567301251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1777663386567301251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1777663386567301251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brother.html' title='My brother'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1025703744848975246</id><published>2009-09-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:52:38.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The role of parents.</title><content type='html'>I think that parents play a big part in kids lives because that's who they look up to all their years of growing up. Grand parents play a big part because they're older and wiser and the kids can learn from them. It is not always true because their are tweekers that dont pay much attention to their children. My parents play a part in feeding me and stuff like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1025703744848975246?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1025703744848975246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-of-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1025703744848975246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1025703744848975246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-of-parents.html' title='The role of parents.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3584484603805588223</id><published>2009-09-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:41:07.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learned from the chart.</title><content type='html'>1.I learned that BMI stands for body mass index.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..United states is the second county with the most obese children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...If you live in Russia you're more likely to find slim girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3584484603805588223?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3584484603805588223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/learned-from-chart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3584484603805588223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3584484603805588223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/learned-from-chart.html' title='Learned from the chart.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1031836813168342304</id><published>2009-09-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:13:48.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama video</title><content type='html'>I think that it was a waste of time. I don't see how a video could change some ones attitude on school except the younger ones but he did put good points in it and was pritty convincing about school but I think if someones going to be go to school they will go. But in a way its good because the ones it dose influence will do good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1031836813168342304?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1031836813168342304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/obama-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1031836813168342304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1031836813168342304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/obama-video.html' title='Obama video'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-2572661837317972312</id><published>2009-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:01:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thang to do with spare time</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing to do with spare time is to work on my truck and things like that. I like to do those things alone because than I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; better. I can only do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miner things&lt;/span&gt; like tranny and some engine work. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lacking&lt;/span&gt; some skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-2572661837317972312?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2572661837317972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/thang-to-do-with-spare-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2572661837317972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2572661837317972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/09/thang-to-do-with-spare-time.html' title='Thang to do with spare time'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-143358277373499182</id><published>2009-06-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:56:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer plans.</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything really planned for this summer yet besides lots of swimming and some camping. I might take a trip to Utah to visit some family. On the way there is  an amusement park that we usually stop at for the day. Its called lagoons. I hope that I can go. If we go for that car ride to Utah I'm sure I will read a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-143358277373499182?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/143358277373499182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/143358277373499182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/143358277373499182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-plans.html' title='Summer plans.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3958238218356288591</id><published>2009-06-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:03:34.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer reading.</title><content type='html'>1. Monster by. Walter Dean Myers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speak by. Laurie Halse Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The Giver by. Lois Lowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Feed by.  M.T. Anderson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3958238218356288591?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3958238218356288591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3958238218356288591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3958238218356288591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading.html' title='Summer reading.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-2505475488967397086</id><published>2009-06-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:02:24.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend.</title><content type='html'>I got a friend Brandon that's really close to the family. We met at grade school and ever since then we have been close. He came from Florida and he lost his mom when he was young. He has a dad but he isn't much of nothing but a drunk. So he came and lived with us ever since 8Th grade. He is a pretty cool guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-2505475488967397086?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2505475488967397086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2505475488967397086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2505475488967397086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend.html' title='A friend.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1695454412243567804</id><published>2009-06-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:48:35.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 thangs about book.</title><content type='html'>Its at a big house in Tiburon wher august lives. It looks like a big house and theres bees there and the house is pink like peptobismo. I think its summer because they where sleeping outside before they got to the house. It probably smells like some Honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1695454412243567804?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1695454412243567804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-thangs-about-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1695454412243567804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1695454412243567804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-thangs-about-book.html' title='5 thangs about book.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3862147052545726739</id><published>2009-05-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:38:24.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and bad</title><content type='html'>I think one good thing about the book is that the girl got away from her dad, because it sounds like he is not a very good one. One bad thing is that the girl had to lose her mom so early in life, because she has to do every thing with out her mom's help like all the things girls go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3862147052545726739?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3862147052545726739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-and-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3862147052545726739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3862147052545726739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-and-bad.html' title='Good and bad'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7711180379308021321</id><published>2009-05-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:11:45.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About August</title><content type='html'>August is a helpful person. She has helped lily learn how to do bee keeping and she let them come and live with her because the girl had nowhere else to go. She also seems to be the one in charge out of the sisters because she is older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7711180379308021321?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7711180379308021321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7711180379308021321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7711180379308021321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-august.html' title='About August'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3571946631676793751</id><published>2009-05-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:46:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I went camping at Green Peter dam for the weekend. It was fun and we did a lot of swimming but the watter was still really cold. We fished and floated around on our raft for most of the time. The night fire was the best to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3571946631676793751?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3571946631676793751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3571946631676793751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3571946631676793751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-901100014639148998</id><published>2009-05-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:07:07.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about beekeeping.</title><content type='html'>Bee's save there honey for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the Queen bee they would all die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get stung by a bee scrape the spot don't pinch because that pushes the poison deeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-901100014639148998?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/901100014639148998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-about-beekeeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/901100014639148998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/901100014639148998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-about-beekeeping.html' title='Things about beekeeping.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4233862747922122360</id><published>2009-05-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:51:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She could have just left her there and ran away by her self. Or went to like the Governor and told them what happened and tried to get here out the right way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4233862747922122360?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4233862747922122360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-could-have-just-left-her-there-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4233862747922122360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4233862747922122360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-could-have-just-left-her-there-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3053355977434826180</id><published>2009-05-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:15:21.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom</title><content type='html'>My mom, Martha is a very kind person and she is willing to hand out anything she has and is giving in many ways. I like the way she jokes around a lot to make your day brighter but sometimes you can't get her to stop. When I'm in a tight spot she has always been there to support me and give good advice. Martha is willing to go out of her way to help a stranger too. She is very religious and likes to talk about god. When she gets angry she likes to say that she is at the end of her rope. When she has nothing better to do her favorite thing to do is to go to yard sales and camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3053355977434826180?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3053355977434826180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3053355977434826180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3053355977434826180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom.html' title='My mom'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5498482375096310811</id><published>2009-05-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:56:33.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character:</title><content type='html'>What my mom dos or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.She says shes at the end of her rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. She reads some p&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...She gos yard selling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....She jokes a lot with anything she could turn into a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.....She worries just about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that describe my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..Giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...Supportive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....Helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.....Talkative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5498482375096310811?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5498482375096310811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5498482375096310811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5498482375096310811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/character.html' title='Character:'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5900579634453866256</id><published>2009-05-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:01:05.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentence combining</title><content type='html'>Little Rock is in the state of Arkansas it is a relatively progressive and in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crisis erupted in Arkansas September 4th so Orval Faubus the govenor called for the National Gurads help to keep African American kids from going to school at Little Rock Hight School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students where choosen to attend Central Hight because of there excelent grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student showed up the first day of school must not have got the phone call about the dangers of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5900579634453866256?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5900579634453866256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5900579634453866256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5900579634453866256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html' title='sentence combining'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-2408266498097849745</id><published>2009-05-06T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:05:07.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the author</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sue grew up in a Little town in Georgia called Sylvester where her dad inspired her to wright with his imaginative storeys. She got older went to college and got a major in nursing at Texas Christian University. She got out of college in 1970. Than all throughout her 20s she worked as a registered nurse. During that time she got married and had two kids, Bob and Ann.When she got to her thirties was when she got back into writing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-2408266498097849745?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2408266498097849745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-author.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2408266498097849745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2408266498097849745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-author.html' title='About the author'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3971141050696531749</id><published>2009-05-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:08:55.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The civil rights movement</title><content type='html'>The civil rights movement started about 1948 it was a fight for equal rights with the African Americans to be treated the same and for the same laws to apply for them as every one el'se. they had rallies, protests, Marches, nonviolent resistance, and boycott. They also didn't even get to vote. There were lots of ways they were getting miss treated by the government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3971141050696531749?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3971141050696531749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3971141050696531749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3971141050696531749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html' title='The civil rights movement'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-8050379336082149214</id><published>2009-05-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:01:41.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remembered</title><content type='html'>It was the middle of the night and suddenly I remembered I needed to brush my teeth. I realized if I didn't my breath would smell bad in the morning. I knew that would be pretty gross. I got up and brushed my teeth until they where all clean and looked white. It will help me from getting any kind of mouth cancer also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-8050379336082149214?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8050379336082149214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8050379336082149214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8050379336082149214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-remembered.html' title='I remembered'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-8746560282438883338</id><published>2009-04-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:00:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick your own prompt.</title><content type='html'>"What's the worst part about being sick? Explain your answer with writing."&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst part about being sick would be trying to get up in the morning. Because you are all stuffed up from just laying there so long. And I cant rilly breath because all the stuff building up in my nose and when I sit up it gives me a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-8746560282438883338?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8746560282438883338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8746560282438883338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8746560282438883338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html' title='Pick your own prompt.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6175874422989137101</id><published>2009-04-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:55:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Power.</title><content type='html'>If I could have any kind of super power I would like to fly because than if I needed to get somewhere I could a lot faster and safer. Or if I was bored I could just fly around and look at things. It would be cool to be able to go wherever whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6175874422989137101?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6175874422989137101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6175874422989137101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6175874422989137101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-power.html' title='Super Power.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3964601427674731253</id><published>2009-04-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:26:23.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe</title><content type='html'>I believe in practice because if you practice a lot you are going to gradually get better. You might not get better right away, but no matter what it is, even riding a bike, you can get better. Just don't stop trying because then all your practice would be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog used to pull a lot when I would take him for a walk and he wanted to stop every two feet to relieve himself. We practiced every day at the same time. I would walk him all over the neighborhood and try to teach him new words that he could understand that meant stay by me and wait. When he would start to pull I would just stop walking and tell him to sit. Then we would start walking again. It was hard and very frustrating at first but I didn't give up. Now I can walk him all over without the worry of him pulling and hurting my hand. I'm grateful that I worked hard on this.  Before he was trained I didn't want to walk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something you like to do, but maybe you aren't good at it, keep practicing. It could help you to be a better reader or maybe good at fixing a car. It takes time and isn't easy, but it does pay off in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3964601427674731253?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3964601427674731253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/rough-drafts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3964601427674731253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3964601427674731253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/rough-drafts.html' title='This I Believe'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-5643766885964705028</id><published>2009-04-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:08:36.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain storming.</title><content type='html'>1.I believe in finishing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..I believe in getting to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...I believe in treating people good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....I believe in protecting your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.....I believe in taking advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6......I believe in practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-5643766885964705028?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/5643766885964705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-storming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5643766885964705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/5643766885964705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-storming.html' title='Brain storming.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3518217093247761103</id><published>2009-04-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:01:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence correcting</title><content type='html'>2.. The car stopped at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. Is the beginning of the story hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Dante flipped a coin to decide who would kick of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.. The pirates were digging for buried treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.. The police permitted only one car too pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.. Krista tripped because she didn't tie her shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.. Jose is good at outrunning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.."I could have done better" Patrick admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10..Thiery  was happy to be getting the soccer trophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3518217093247761103?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3518217093247761103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3518217093247761103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3518217093247761103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html' title='Sentence correcting'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4671239195613343591</id><published>2009-04-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:56:33.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think some good things about Salem are that you can go see the gold man and that most every thing isn't too far away. Also you can go on the Willamette Queen for a ride on the river and some food and also I like the new walking bridge. I don't like that they don't have a lot of random bath rooms around and random trash cans and I think they should have a bridge going to the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4671239195613343591?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4671239195613343591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/salem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4671239195613343591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4671239195613343591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/salem.html' title='Salem'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4236846711081568746</id><published>2009-04-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:08:18.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genocide</title><content type='html'>Genocide is a group going and killing other groups or tribes.I think genocide happens because maybe the other tribe has more money or food event religion or they just want to take over the world. They could want to be known by like the news and stuff, try and scare people, or maybe they just had some problems with the other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4236846711081568746?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4236846711081568746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/genocide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4236846711081568746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4236846711081568746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/genocide.html' title='Genocide'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-771583158609160618</id><published>2009-04-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:26:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someting I've done.</title><content type='html'>Recently I had a yard sale and it was a cool experience. We had it for about to days. We sold lots of stuff and our neighbor and sister put stuff in it to . We had lots of customers one that came boutght my moms massage table for about 200 dollars . Every one that put stuff in it made some cash. My friend and I were security and we still got some earnings stolen from us. It was pretty fun. Next warm weekend we're going to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-771583158609160618?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/771583158609160618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/someting-ive-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/771583158609160618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/771583158609160618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/someting-ive-done.html' title='Someting I&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1364281210723633702</id><published>2009-04-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:04:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No laws.</title><content type='html'>I think if there were no laws people would be doing lots of crazy things&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like robbery would be going up. And killings would be like every day. Even Little things like fights would be out of control. Rape would go up and you probably wouldn't be able to walk down the road with out getting harassed. If it wasn't for laws many of us would not be here right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1364281210723633702?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1364281210723633702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1364281210723633702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1364281210723633702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-laws.html' title='No laws.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4009625568110431691</id><published>2009-04-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:51:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>1..mort-death&lt;br /&gt;mortal, mortician, immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..nat-born&lt;br /&gt;nation, native, natural, prenatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4..gen-birth&lt;br /&gt;generation, general, genesis,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4009625568110431691?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4009625568110431691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4009625568110431691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4009625568110431691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-416392207450679420</id><published>2009-04-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:50:20.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get a drink of water</title><content type='html'>In order to get a drink of water at my house your going to need to get in the cabinet and pick out a cup. Then turn to the sink then push the faucet up and toward the right. Let it run for about 3 seconds then put your cup under the water. And enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-416392207450679420?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/416392207450679420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-drink-of-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/416392207450679420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/416392207450679420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-drink-of-water.html' title='How to get a drink of water'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4740333274403831212</id><published>2009-04-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:28:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAP</title><content type='html'>Left in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cardiac arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cops came to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;inspect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres no &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ah mirror I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;deflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americas got us all in check&lt;br /&gt;like ah &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once rich like the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;geologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now stuck locked up with the rapist&lt;br /&gt;need some time to over think this&lt;br /&gt;an make sure its completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4740333274403831212?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4740333274403831212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4740333274403831212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4740333274403831212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/rap.html' title='RAP'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1235944864205313466</id><published>2009-04-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:03:48.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>A song that I really like would have to be "Wanna be a Baller" by Lil Troy. I like it because I have been listening to it for a long time and I just think its a good song. The music is probably my favorite thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/wanna-be-a-baller-lyrics-lil-troy.html"&gt;"Wanna be a Baller"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1235944864205313466?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1235944864205313466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorit-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1235944864205313466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1235944864205313466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorit-song.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1830195323299710677</id><published>2009-04-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:56:41.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I think people write poetry and songs.</title><content type='html'>I think people write poetry and music because it gives them something positive to do. Or that's what they have been doing for years and years of their life. Probably like if they're frustrated they could write what they feel like and that might make them feel beater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1830195323299710677?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1830195323299710677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-think-people-wright-poetry-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1830195323299710677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1830195323299710677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-think-people-wright-poetry-and.html' title='Why I think people write poetry and songs.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1241071372557119841</id><published>2009-03-31T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:53:56.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots sentices</title><content type='html'>I was in the intersection when I  was interupted by a man about to comet suicide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1241071372557119841?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1241071372557119841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots-sentices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1241071372557119841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1241071372557119841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots-sentices.html' title='Roots sentices'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6558873322132969181</id><published>2009-03-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:48:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>1..cide- cise-kill, cut&lt;br /&gt;suicide, homicide, insecticide, exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..rupt-break&lt;br /&gt;eruption, rupture, interupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..sect-cut&lt;br /&gt;section, intersect, intersection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6558873322132969181?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6558873322132969181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6558873322132969181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6558873322132969181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_31.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6772054808588483240</id><published>2009-03-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:02:54.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite movie</title><content type='html'>My favorite movie is Young Guns because it has a lot of action like shoot outs and fights and its kinda adventurous. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;got to&lt;/span&gt; run from people throw the woods . I also like it because it has funny parts to. Its about some people that have got into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; and now live with other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; people. they end up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; cops but not forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6772054808588483240?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6772054808588483240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6772054808588483240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6772054808588483240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-movie.html' title='Favorite movie'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4318379857943671253</id><published>2009-03-19T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:59:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correcting sentences</title><content type='html'>1..Lorraine moved to a new school. Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..I was scared at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..It was hard to meet new people. Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4..Lorraine's new lab partner, Janeese is very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6..The name of the main character was tracy. Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7..This teenage character seems funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8..Bob told Lorraine about the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4318379857943671253?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4318379857943671253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/correcting-sentences_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4318379857943671253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4318379857943671253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/correcting-sentences_19.html' title='Correcting sentences'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6440034858374520794</id><published>2009-03-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:00:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I think freedom means you are free to go any other place and not do what everyone tells you to and get to make your own choices. For instance, you could go smoke when ever or where ever or drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6440034858374520794?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6440034858374520794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6440034858374520794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6440034858374520794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4950132994990971694</id><published>2009-03-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:58:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think if your trying to find any poet or author you should go to the poetry 180 sit. It has a large list of many different poets and if you would like you can read alot of info about the poet and author like about the legal notices and permissions, copyright, privacy and cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4950132994990971694?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4950132994990971694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-if-your-trying-to-find-any-poet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4950132994990971694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4950132994990971694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-if-your-trying-to-find-any-poet.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3902008562814679758</id><published>2009-03-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:55:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>correcting sentences</title><content type='html'>1. The tigers in the movie looked fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The test had extra credit questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you ask for more candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The art museum is filled with famous paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many people take a bus to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The president will give a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Marianna wants to become a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A tour guide will point out all the city's monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The music was too loud to hear Kim speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do any children have to be taken home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We were all asleep when the alarm woke us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3902008562814679758?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3902008562814679758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/correcting-sentences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3902008562814679758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3902008562814679758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/correcting-sentences.html' title='correcting sentences'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7281502066067242057</id><published>2009-03-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:01:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie dolls.</title><content type='html'>I think barbie dolls are good because it gives little kids something to do if the parent is busy and they will have something to do inside so the kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; be just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; around outside. It will teach the little kids how to do hair an stuff like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7281502066067242057?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7281502066067242057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7281502066067242057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7281502066067242057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie-dolls.html' title='Barbie dolls.'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-2196428764458019591</id><published>2009-03-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:58:24.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>1.pop-people&lt;br /&gt;population, pope, popular, populace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.mater,matr-mother&lt;br /&gt;maternal, maternity, matron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.pater,patr-father&lt;br /&gt;paternity, paternal, patron, patronage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-2196428764458019591?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/2196428764458019591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2196428764458019591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/2196428764458019591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_10.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-7909854484420842599</id><published>2009-03-05T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:10:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>man-&lt;br /&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;manicure, manuscript, manual, manufacture&lt;br /&gt;ped- &lt;br /&gt;foot&lt;br /&gt;pedestrian, pedicure, pedal&lt;br /&gt;psych-&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;br /&gt;psycho, psychology, psychologist, psychic&lt;br /&gt;dict-&lt;br /&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;dictionary, dictator, dictation, predict&lt;br /&gt;scrib-, script-&lt;br /&gt;write&lt;br /&gt;scribble, scripture, manuscript, prescription&lt;br /&gt;aud-&lt;br /&gt;hear&lt;br /&gt;audience, auditorium, audition, audio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-7909854484420842599?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/7909854484420842599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7909854484420842599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/7909854484420842599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots_05.html' title='roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-1038688482281384549</id><published>2009-03-04T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:01:19.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beliefs</title><content type='html'>I think that some people get beliefs from some big things that have a dramatic impact on there lives. Or they believe it because some one has told them a lot about it. Or they believe it because they grow up learning about it only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-1038688482281384549?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/1038688482281384549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-that-some-people-get-beliefs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1038688482281384549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/1038688482281384549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-that-some-people-get-beliefs.html' title='my beliefs'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6008494969689432</id><published>2009-03-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:00:17.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>terr-land. territory,terrorist,terrain,terrace,extra terrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar-sea. marine,maritime,marsh,submarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo- earth. geology,geography,geothermal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the elephant territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I shal be a marine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to buy a geothermal suit to stay warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6008494969689432?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6008494969689432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6008494969689432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6008494969689432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html' title='roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-527354810866782547</id><published>2009-02-27T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:08:20.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper</title><content type='html'>I think its not good that they&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would hurt someone. But at the same time I think its funny they would use a bowling pin. And I think its bad for the community's reputation but it will be good to because than they will have to pay fines and will give the city more money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-527354810866782547?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/527354810866782547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-not-good-that-thay-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/527354810866782547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/527354810866782547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-not-good-that-thay-would.html' title='Newspaper'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6122117629139778741</id><published>2009-02-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:03:08.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fixing misst spelled words</title><content type='html'>The coach thanked the entire swim team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best feature of that car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of dry weather the farmers hoped for rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the movie theater on this street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trial the judge spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we could save time by taking a short cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the litter on the beach is made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shala invited friends to her house for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our town is building a skateboard park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6122117629139778741?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6122117629139778741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/coach-thanked-entire-swim-team-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6122117629139778741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6122117629139778741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/coach-thanked-entire-swim-team-what-is.html' title='fixing misst spelled words'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-3781412474774444958</id><published>2009-02-24T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:13:28.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>scop- telescope, microscop, periscope, scope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spec-spectator, spectacle, inspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vid-video, videographry, evidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-3781412474774444958?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/3781412474774444958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3781412474774444958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/3781412474774444958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots_24.html' title='roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-4251816685883709165</id><published>2009-02-24T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:01:59.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear. by. Ben Mikaelsen</title><content type='html'>The story is about a boy named Cole. Him an another boy get in a fight and Cole is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; a choice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; go to prison or a island in Alaska. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choices&lt;/span&gt; the island to try to turn his life around. I think this book was pretty good because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; into good detail and ever time you stop it will leave you wanting to read more and because its kinda of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;. I recommend this book to any one who likes an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; book that will have you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; whats going to happen next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-4251816685883709165?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/4251816685883709165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-is-about-boy-named-cole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4251816685883709165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/4251816685883709165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-is-about-boy-named-cole.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear. by. Ben Mikaelsen'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6114602901955981793</id><published>2009-02-19T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:57:58.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fixing news papers head lines</title><content type='html'>we will sell anyone gas that has somethin glasss to put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need an experience teacher to teach 3 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stolen painting was found beside the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitters reunite after 18 years seen eachother in the super market cheek out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local hight school has less drop outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hospital sued by 7 defrent foot doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6114602901955981793?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6114602901955981793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/fixing-news-papers-head-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6114602901955981793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6114602901955981793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/fixing-news-papers-head-lines.html' title='fixing news papers head lines'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-6593331632616538161</id><published>2009-02-19T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:55:40.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>firm-strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firmly,confirm,affirmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flex,flect-bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flexible,reflection,flexing,deflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from-shap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formation,(formal),information,format,transform,deformed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-6593331632616538161?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/6593331632616538161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6593331632616538161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/6593331632616538161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots_19.html' title='roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-8890117149502684539</id><published>2009-02-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:58:39.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a dog named Slayer. he is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American pitbull &lt;/span&gt;an mixed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some thin&lt;/span&gt; but we ant sure. We rescued him from the pound at 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;month's&lt;/span&gt; old and at 2 years he got hit by the city buss. Slayer Almost died so we payed $ to fix him. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suffered&lt;/span&gt; a broken leg an some cuts. Now is just fine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-8890117149502684539?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/8890117149502684539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-dog-named-slayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8890117149502684539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/8890117149502684539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-dog-named-slayer.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770528160567444505.post-9175110101442204056</id><published>2009-02-13T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:12:27.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>cap-head&lt;br /&gt;capture,captain,capital,decapitate&lt;br /&gt;cardi-heart&lt;br /&gt;cardiovascular,cardiologist,cardiogram&lt;br /&gt;corp-body&lt;br /&gt;corpse,corporated,corporal punishmint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770528160567444505-9175110101442204056?l=tim09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/feeds/9175110101442204056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/9175110101442204056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770528160567444505/posts/default/9175110101442204056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html' title='roots'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03132525581286254334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
