<?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-612761297166323536</id><updated>2011-08-01T07:52:25.005-07:00</updated><category term='my hair straightener'/><category term='FAVORITE SONG'/><category term='a young canadian girl'/><category term='HOW TO TXT'/><category term='FREEDOM'/><category term='BELIEVES'/><category term='this i believe'/><category term='ROOTS'/><category term='POETRY AND LYRICS'/><title type='text'>JENNYS' BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612761297166323536.post-1432571241661576701</id><published>2010-11-02T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:08:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>This poem is being very detail of how carving a pumpkin. Children like Halloween because they get candy and that children are the only ones that are out there with their customs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-1432571241661576701?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1432571241661576701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1432571241661576701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1432571241661576701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4578219046805526683</id><published>2010-10-29T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:27:58.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/TMsfWcRRwTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RuVtpEoSipU/s1600/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533551037561028914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/TMsfWcRRwTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RuVtpEoSipU/s200/shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween this weekend "yay!" I cant wait. I ordered my costume last week online and I'm suppose to get it today. I'm very excited. I'm going to be a Shop-A-Holic. The costume is very nice! It's a pink dress with black checkers, a pink and black purse with attached puppy head in it, small hat, black boa, credit card necklace, and three fake credit cards to carry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="thumbnail" href="http://www.halloweenfantasy.com/files/thumbnails/31270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbnail" href="http://www.halloweenfantasy.com/files/thumbnails/31270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4578219046805526683?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4578219046805526683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4578219046805526683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4578219046805526683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/TMsfWcRRwTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RuVtpEoSipU/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612761297166323536.post-6148688307182943209</id><published>2010-10-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:38:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard/bad times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When am going through hard times or just having a bad day. I try to entertain myself by doing fun stuff like drawing/coloring, going outside, playing Frisbee, going for a walk (if sunny day). If I can't do that I call my sister and talk to her. It helps me a lot sometimes. If that doesn't work I'm in a very bad attitude all day. It's very annoying. I try my best not to have a very bad attitude when I'm going through times like that. I think nobody should be dealing with my bad attitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6148688307182943209?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6148688307182943209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/hardbad-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6148688307182943209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6148688307182943209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/hardbad-times.html' title='Hard/bad times.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-3576344297063509994</id><published>2010-10-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:14:34.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up</title><content type='html'>My favorite subject would be Cosmetology. I like make up so much I wouldn't be able to be with out it. I really liked the class Cosmetology at McKay because it's all about what I enjoy. Colors, hair, nails, make-up, and  just everything. I love Cosmetology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-3576344297063509994?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3576344297063509994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3576344297063509994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3576344297063509994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-up.html' title='Make-up'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-5899450892768150392</id><published>2010-10-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:10:46.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I've learned out of class is how to help others. At home I'm always helping my boyfriend's younger siblings. They always ask me to help them with their homework, read to them, or if they need anything in general. I enjoy helping them because at the same time I can be learning something as well&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/612761297166323536-5899450892768150392?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/5899450892768150392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/helping-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5899450892768150392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5899450892768150392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/helping-others.html' title='Helping others.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4334139762590106124</id><published>2010-10-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:03:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influenced</title><content type='html'>I do think some friends I had influenced me. My ex close friend Karla influenced me a lot because ever since I started hanging out with her I started going out late, partying a lot, and making dumb decisions. But at that time I didn't think there was anything wrong with that. I just thought of it as  having a good time with friends. I didn't even notice I was changing or being influenced by her. Some of my other friends would tell me "Karla is influencing you. She's brain washing you." I would just say "No, no. Whatever!" And since the beginning I knew she wasn't a good friend. I thought she was going to change. After my other friends started telling me all that stuff I started thinking and I told myself I need friends that are going to be good for me not friends that are going to mess up my life. I stopped talking to Karla and I wasn't going out like I was when I was hanging out with her. I'm very happy with who I'm now and am very glad I stopped talking to her. It's so weird because I was and have only been influenced by her. I think sometimes you can be influenced by friends without even knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4334139762590106124?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4334139762590106124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/influenced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4334139762590106124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4334139762590106124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/influenced.html' title='Influenced'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-5264645193263126740</id><published>2010-10-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:28:37.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My day yesterday was a lot of fun because my boyfriend had his day off work. In the after noon he brought me to class and after he picked me up we went to subway to eat. Then we went for a walk to the bridge that crosses to the Wallace park. We were there for a while. I was very happy that I was spending time with him because we don't get to spend a lot of time together even though we live together. After our walk we headed home. For dinner we went to Yans Tereyaki in Monmouth (the food was alright). Yesterday was a very fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-5264645193263126740?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/5264645193263126740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5264645193263126740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5264645193263126740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-339280087016655699</id><published>2010-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:16:11.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privilege</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A privilege that I had earned when I was living with my mother. I was to be able to go out with my friends, parties, clubs or just anywhere I would want. My mom trusts me a lot. I really enjoyed having a privilege like that. It taught me how to take care of myself, find out who were my true friends, and how to be independent. I'am just glad I had a privilege like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-339280087016655699?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/339280087016655699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/privilege.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/339280087016655699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/339280087016655699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/privilege.html' title='Privilege'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-6018891502220871895</id><published>2010-10-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:18:16.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be a good worker I think the people should be able to get along with others or at least try to. People should be respectful to them self and others. They should try to do the best they can at work. They dress appropriate to work. They do what they are told. They are always on time. They try to always have a good attitude. Things like this can probably help to be a good worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6018891502220871895?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6018891502220871895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6018891502220871895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6018891502220871895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-worker.html' title='Good worker'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-502024244286387820</id><published>2010-10-18T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:39:28.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pets!</title><content type='html'>I have had seven pets during my eighteen years of life. The first one was a puppy. He was so cute and small. I don't remember what kind of dog it was. The second pet was a fish. It was red and very nice. I had it for five years but one day it was just dead. The third pet was a male chihuahua puppy. I liked that puppy a lot. I named him Chico. I had him for about three to four months. At the same time I had two white bunnies, and a little frog. The frog died a month later. After the frog I had three birds. They died like the third day after I got them. My last pet was a very cute brown small hamster. The hamster died a month later. I showered the hamster when I was playing with him. I spiked up his hair with gel and hair spray. It looked very cute. But the next day in the morning when I woke up to see him he was dead. I think it was because what I had done to him. I don't really want to own any kind of pet right now. I feel it would die like all the other ones I've had. But I do love animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-502024244286387820?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/502024244286387820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/502024244286387820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/502024244286387820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pets.html' title='My pets!'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-3508406790190978233</id><published>2010-10-13T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:10:33.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My weekend starts tomorrow. October 14, 2010 it's my boyfriend's birthday. I'm getting him some balloons and a cake to say happy birthday. Friday it's my best guy friend's birthday. My boyfriend, some friends, and I are going out to Red Robbin's for dinner with the birthday boy. Saturday we're going to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday. His family is doing his birthday with his cousin. It's going to be a lot of fun, a lot of people, and a lot of food. I'm looking forward to my weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-3508406790190978233?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3508406790190978233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3508406790190978233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3508406790190978233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4669829635138175418</id><published>2010-10-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:18:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn mace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Saturday some friends and I went to a haunted corn mace at Setnickers Farm in Independence. It was so scary! It was thirteen of us. Ten minuets into the corn mace we ended up being groups of four or less. We were in the corn mace lost for about an hour and a half. While we were in there we heard a chainsaw, scary stuff popping out of the corn mace, people dressed in black would jump out of nowhere, it was very dark, and you could feel something grabbing your legs. I thought we were never going to get out. It was a big corn mace. at the end when we found each other it was a lot of fun, but the corn mace was too scary for me. I would not go back to a haunted corn mace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4669829635138175418?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4669829635138175418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/corn-mace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4669829635138175418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4669829635138175418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/corn-mace.html' title='Corn mace'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-8684577238420474759</id><published>2010-10-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:18:11.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What I like about Oregon is that it's very green. I like the trees, flowers, grass, and how it rains and then the sun comes out. I also think that Oregon is a good place to live. I really like it in Oregon. I've lived here all my life. I like living in Oregon beacuse most of my family lives here, and you don't have to pay tax for everything you buy. If anyone would ask me about Oregon I would say "you would love it!". I love living in Oregon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-8684577238420474759?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/8684577238420474759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/oregon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/8684577238420474759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/8684577238420474759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/oregon.html' title='Oregon'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4199129068304277046</id><published>2010-10-07T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:30:04.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My name is Jennifer Carrillo. I like to dance, always have a fun time, hang out with my boyfriend, family, friends, and listen to music. I like to eat a lot of sweets and only drink Pepsi or dark soda. I like to laugh, smile, meet new people, (only people that are nice with a good attitude) and do new stuff. I like saying "OMG" a lot. Sometimes I'm slow at things, space out, and sometimes if am talking about something I change the subject out of nowhere. I can be loud or quiet at times. This is just a little about my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4199129068304277046?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4199129068304277046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4199129068304277046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4199129068304277046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4359227640950970512</id><published>2010-10-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:19:47.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the future I would like to work as a cosmetologist. I like doing everything a cosmetologist does. I think that's a good way to meet new people and experience new stuff. I love everything that has to do with make up, nails, and hair - just everything. My aunt graduated from cosmetology school. I know a lot of stuff that has to do with cosmetology and some I learned from her. I think it would be a lot of fun to be a cosmetologist.&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/612761297166323536-4359227640950970512?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4359227640950970512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/future-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4359227640950970512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4359227640950970512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/future-job.html' title='Future job.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-635041864553382859</id><published>2010-10-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:19:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I live with my boyfriend and his family. The house is average four bedroom, one bathroom, medium kitchen, and a medium living room. Seven people live in the house, three kids and four adults. We all hang out in the living room or around the computer area playing games. When it's hot we go outside and play outdoor games. My boyfriend works most of the time so does his dad. Most of the time is just his mom, siblings and I. We all get along really well. It's always very loud at home. The kids are always yelling, fighting for the controler, fighting for the computer, or that one hit the other. It's crazy! My boyfriend's younger cousin sometimes comes home after school to hang out at home. Then we take her and my boyfriend's younger sister to soccer practice. This is how we live at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-635041864553382859?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/635041864553382859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/635041864553382859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/635041864553382859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-967673417637212430</id><published>2010-09-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:27:58.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My boyfriend/best friend name is Francisco. He's awesome! He has a great personality, he knows how to make people laugh and show them a good time. I love being around him because he makes me laugh and makes me forget about stuff. He always has a smile on his face. He's a hard worker. He never wants to be home and be lazy, He always wants to be doing something. He's crazy sometimes. He has a lifted truck that he likes to take out to the mountains and to the mud. It's a lot of fun. He's tall, light skin, outgoing, funny and caring. He's a very good guy. He's not a rude person. He can be loud at times. I've known him for a year now, but been dating for six months. He's a great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-967673417637212430?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/967673417637212430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/967673417637212430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/967673417637212430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/francisco.html' title='Francisco'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-476510660990921125</id><published>2010-09-28T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:11:22.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend/My sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My best friend Jessica I've known her since first grade and every day. Always we would be together no matter what she would come to my house and I would go to hers. We would do everything together we were like sisters. My parents would call her their adopted daughter and all my family would see her as a family member it was great. We grew up in the same town went to all elementary years, middle school and freshman year in high school together. Then I moved and a little later she moved. I haven't seen her for about 3 years till the other day she surprised me that she was in Oregon I was so happy. We still see each other as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-476510660990921125?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/476510660990921125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-best-friendmy-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/476510660990921125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/476510660990921125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-best-friendmy-sister.html' title='My best friend/My sister'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-1108576729815357291</id><published>2010-09-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:20:09.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trusting your partner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To have good realationship with your partner I think that there should be alot of comunication with each other.  Give each other some space, trust, no violence and careing. I just think that more then anything you just need to talk alot to your partner. Tell him/her how your feeling, if your just not liking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; something let them know. You should be able to trust your partner, you can tell him/her anything.&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/612761297166323536-1108576729815357291?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1108576729815357291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/trusting-your-partner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1108576729815357291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1108576729815357291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/trusting-your-partner.html' title='trusting your partner.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-9105518581478761654</id><published>2010-09-24T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:26:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA TRIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My trip to California! In 2008 my younger aunt Maria and I went to California with my uncle Jorge which is her older brother. It was just the three of us. My uncle drove down to Santa Rosa California it wasso much fun. Maria and I were so excited and energetic we were happy that we were going to see our family we hadn't seen for a very long time. So finally we got to our aunts house. We said hi and gave everyone a big hug. The next day in the morning Maria and I decided to go out for a run in a field behaind our aunts house. Maria saw alot of cactus so she went to mess around with them and I told her "be careful because you could get hurt". She didn't listen and one big cactus fell on top of her. I thought it was so funny all I said was "I told you!". I helped her get up and we went back to the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-9105518581478761654?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/9105518581478761654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/california-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9105518581478761654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9105518581478761654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/california-trip.html' title='CALIFORNIA TRIP.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-5225006690429260713</id><published>2010-09-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:01:49.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Parenting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think good parenting would be when parents teach their children how to behave, teach them the values of life, teach them how to respect themselves and others. Good parents listen to their children, interact with them, get involved in their life and are always by their side. Parents need to teach their children how to act and behave so they grow to be good people and treat others with respect so they can be respected too when they are older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-5225006690429260713?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/5225006690429260713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5225006690429260713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/5225006690429260713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-parenting.html' title='Good Parenting!!'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4677840781455581929</id><published>2010-09-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:33:42.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember when my mom, two of my aunts, my uncle, my two sisters, two cousins and I went to Wild Waves. It was a very nice sunny warm day. We were all very excited!. My older sister and I went straight to the big water slides it was so much fun. We went in all the water games. After a few hours  we got hungry so all the family met at the entrance of the water park to go eat. While we were eating it started raining it was crazy it was raining so hard. So we left and waited in the truck I fell asleep and everyone else went back to the water park. When I woke up no one was there I went outside and I saw they were all coming. Once they got to where I was at they started laughing and said " Jenny you missed out in so much, it was so much fun". I will never forget that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4677840781455581929?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4677840781455581929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4677840781455581929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4677840781455581929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-waves.html' title='Wild Waves'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-6431158718922158447</id><published>2009-04-17T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:52:21.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this i believe'/><title type='text'>THIS I BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I believe in laughing till you pee your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. I believe in laughing till your cheeks hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. I believe in jamming in the car by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. I believe that from all the mistakes I've done I learn somthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. I believe that even the persons that arn't soppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sed to hurt you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. I believe in laughing for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. I believe that love can be blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. I believe that actions speak louder then words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;9. I believe in carma, what goes around comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;10. I believe in a happy ending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6431158718922158447?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6431158718922158447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6431158718922158447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6431158718922158447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe.html' title='THIS I BELIEVE'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-9192401924343380251</id><published>2009-04-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:56:15.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROOTS'/><title type='text'>roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mort-death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;mortal, immortal, mortician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nat-born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;natural, native, pre-natal, neo-natal (new-born)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gen-birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;generation, genome, genetics, geneology, generic, genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I have my baby they might be in the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;natal&lt;/span&gt; section of the hospital. That would be a new &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;. We are all &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mortal&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/612761297166323536-9192401924343380251?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/9192401924343380251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9192401924343380251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9192401924343380251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html' title='roots'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-8539899628766136931</id><published>2009-04-06T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:40:08.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOW TO TXT'/><title type='text'>HOW TO TXT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First you get your chocolate cell phone and then you go to send message and then after that you select the person(s) you're going to write to and then you just write whatever you're going to write and when your done just press on the green button and it will send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(verizon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-8539899628766136931?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/8539899628766136931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-txt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/8539899628766136931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/8539899628766136931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-txt.html' title='HOW TO TXT.'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-3695961108318146621</id><published>2009-04-02T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:34:56.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POETRY AND LYRICS'/><title type='text'>POETRY AND LYRICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To me I thimk people write poetry and lyrics because like that they can express their feelings deep inside or maybe what they gone threw in life in the past or now in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;present. I also think people write that for many other reasons maybe because they feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sad, happy, angry, or are in love. Also somtimes they talk about their families, pets, or friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. I myself love to read poetry, I really enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-3695961108318146621?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3695961108318146621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetry-and-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3695961108318146621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3695961108318146621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetry-and-lyrics.html' title='POETRY AND LYRICS'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-6104633151109491462</id><published>2009-04-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:07:05.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAVORITE SONG'/><title type='text'>FAVORITE SONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To me my favorite song would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN I GROW UP!!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because it talks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;about that when she grows up she wants to be famous, drive nice cars, go to nice places, be a model, be in magazine, be a star, and have boobs. I really like that songs thats what I want when I grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6104633151109491462?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6104633151109491462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6104633151109491462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6104633151109491462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-song.html' title='FAVORITE SONG!'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-7693673538674369776</id><published>2009-03-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:45:14.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROOTS'/><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cide,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cise-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kill,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Suicide,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;homicide,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;insecticide,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exercisesciccors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rupt-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eruption,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rupture,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;interupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sect-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Section,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;intersect,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;intersection,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sectional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of my friend knows sombody that comited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;suicide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the middle of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;intersection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in front of all the cars and everyone. People try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;interupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him so he wouldn't do that but i guess it didn't work because he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-7693673538674369776?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/7693673538674369776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/7693673538674369776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/7693673538674369776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-2404641949489414991</id><published>2009-03-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:51:54.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FREEDOM'/><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freedom to me means that you can do anything you want, say what you want, act, and be who you want to be and not care what others say, but still be responsable and respectful of your acts and be safe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also think that you earn freedom, you dont just get it just like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But somtimes people want freedom and they don't care about anything but themselves and just whats making them happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For example in Mexico people are going crazy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They are having too much freedom.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That freedom they're having is dangerous because they are killing people and they don't care as long as it makes them feel good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They don't care if there hurting anyone or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-2404641949489414991?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2404641949489414991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/2404641949489414991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/2404641949489414991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-9153260974239542400</id><published>2009-03-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:53:50.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a young canadian girl'/><title type='text'>A young canadian girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A young canadian teacher on teaching and her life in general. The young canadian teacher is a bisexual girl and she's realizeing that she does'nt love her mother she does'nt like her she hates how she is and she envys her brother that's in jail because he no longer has to deal with her. The young canadian girl is marrried and she thinks that she does'nt deserve her husband, she tells him and he says he loves her.  She had an abortion three years ago, and she also lost her job she loved. Now she does'nt have a job nor kids and her marriage is bearly there. Shes scare because she thinks her husband might leave her because of how she is. She says shes never met nobody like him and shes scare she might no keep him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-9153260974239542400?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/9153260974239542400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-canadian-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9153260974239542400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/9153260974239542400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-canadian-girl.html' title='A young canadian girl'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-576210465939691479</id><published>2009-03-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:38:49.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARBIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I think that it's not bad playing with Barbie dolls if you're a girl. Because Barbie's were meant to be for girls. But if you're a boy that's weird, but if boys like playing with Barbie dolls then they can play with them. It's ok for children to play with Barbie dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-576210465939691479?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/576210465939691479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/576210465939691479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/576210465939691479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbie.html' title='BARBIE'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-423639075279724875</id><published>2009-03-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:07:56.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELIEVES'/><title type='text'>BELIEVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think that people create believes because of what has happened to them during their life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Experiences&lt;/span&gt; they have gone through, things they lived and seen. I think they probably start believing when they are small so these believes stay in them as they grow and they grow up believing them. But sometimes people just believe things just because a friend or a family member believes in that. Maybe some people believe in things depending on what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; to them every day of their life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-423639075279724875?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/423639075279724875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/believes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/423639075279724875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/423639075279724875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/believes.html' title='BELIEVES'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-1918488678348513394</id><published>2009-02-18T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:24:45.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROOTS'/><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;firmly, confirm, affirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flex, flect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;flexible, reflection, flexing, deflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;shap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;formation, (formal), information, format transform, deformed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pice of metal was firmly strong but at the same time it was flexible it could be bend in a formation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-1918488678348513394?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1918488678348513394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1918488678348513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1918488678348513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-6658825974834555943</id><published>2009-02-17T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:51:48.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dict&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;saydictater,dictionary,predict,dictatescrib,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;script&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;writescripture,describe,inscribe,scribble,prescription,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;manuscriptaud&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hearaudience,audio,auditorium,audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you can look up hearaudience in the dictonary and it will describe the word really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6658825974834555943?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6658825974834555943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/root.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6658825974834555943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6658825974834555943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/root.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-4179839311251880136</id><published>2009-01-29T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:06:46.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there were one thing that I would keep if I had to give away everthing I own it would be my books. I would keep my books. Because they help me disaper into another world. I love to read and forget about all my problems for awile.  I like to curl up with a blanket, and I like to turn on some music, and I like to read for hours. but if I can't have all the other stuff at least I would like to have some books to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-4179839311251880136?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4179839311251880136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-were-one-thing-that-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4179839311251880136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/4179839311251880136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-were-one-thing-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-6376162569110568232</id><published>2009-01-28T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:50:29.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my hair straightener'/><title type='text'>MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I had to sell all my belongings to pay for shelter, the one thing I would keep would be my hair straightener. That would be the only thing I would want to keep because I can't live without it. I always use it. It would be so hard to be without it. That's why I would never sell it or anything like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-6376162569110568232?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6376162569110568232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hair-straightener.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6376162569110568232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/6376162569110568232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hair-straightener.html' title='MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-3864507529285730823</id><published>2009-01-27T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:12:36.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROOTS'/><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;manual&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;manufacure&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;manicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pedicure&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pedestrian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pedal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Psych&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Over the weekend when my sister and I went walking to the salon and got a pedicure, and a manicure. A pedestrian just ran into us he ended being a psycho. It was so crazy because this guy was running after him I guess it was his psychologist. It was a crazy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-3864507529285730823?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3864507529285730823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3864507529285730823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/3864507529285730823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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-612761297166323536.post-7448748436307937407</id><published>2009-01-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:32:32.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OREGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/SX3zl8XjdOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fu7PJoqEr3o/s1600-h/100_0088[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295656570043200738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/SX3zl8XjdOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fu7PJoqEr3o/s320/100_0088%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The picture&lt;/span&gt; I took to me it means Oregon because it's The Gold Man. also in The Gold Man you can walk around The Gold Man and there's also other thing's you can see. It repersents Salem and Salem is the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;capitol of Oregon. That's where all the laws are made. There's alot of trees in Oregon, alot of green but Oregon is kind of a crazy weather place. It rains, the sun comes out then it rains again. People that live in Oregon already know how it is and are use to it. All kind&lt;/span&gt; of people are in Oregon, very nice too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-7448748436307937407?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/7448748436307937407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/oregon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/7448748436307937407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/7448748436307937407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/oregon.html' title='OREGON'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ukw2k0Ad1nQ/SX3zl8XjdOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fu7PJoqEr3o/s72-c/100_0088%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612761297166323536.post-1789643938457161046</id><published>2009-01-21T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:13:22.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>I think it's going to be kind of cool and fun having a blog, I dont know why but it just sounds exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612761297166323536-1789643938457161046?l=jennysblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1789643938457161046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1789643938457161046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612761297166323536/posts/default/1789643938457161046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennysblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>JENNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02983172085446542223</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></feed>
