<?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-5500492068105580157</id><updated>2012-02-06T07:42:28.609-08:00</updated><category term='treats'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='did-you-know'/><category term='my book'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='boringness'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happily Evie After</title><subtitle type='html'>my blog full of stories and ponderings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7730715567643665710</id><published>2012-02-05T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:38:37.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I write about this already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write about it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;already written about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm distracting you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, OK I'll just write what I want to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in my class I'm the best at English. Who would'a known? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so my teacher sends me to all these competitions. And in one I got to the semifinal, but I didn't pass. Yeah I'm terrible. &lt;i&gt;Geez&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most interesting thing that happened the day of the competition is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met an American girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, Poles, not Oliwia. Oli&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;v&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus on the way to the semifinal we had to pick up kids from other schools in Mielec. And so when she came in, the teachers asked her: "So when did you move here?" "Two years ago." And I wasn't sure, but I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I heard a teeny bit of an accent when she spoke... But I had to make sure. So I called mom and told her my awesome idea about something that doesn't matter right now. In English. And then the girl started looking at me, at my shoes, and back at me. Well, I admit, I did the same. Girl, shoes, girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's because her's were like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMgBf0KHvUs/Ty6rwn7f1hI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NWHG84GDMt4/s1600/Love-from-Australia-Furry-Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMgBf0KHvUs/Ty6rwn7f1hI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NWHG84GDMt4/s400/Love-from-Australia-Furry-Boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705686629765600786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And mine were like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ia_TDM6BA/Ty6tW0GXmeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kXifaGONEUM/s1600/Supra%2BBandit%2BMid%2BBlack%2BSkate%2BShoes47177.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ia_TDM6BA/Ty6tW0GXmeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kXifaGONEUM/s400/Supra%2BBandit%2BMid%2BBlack%2BSkate%2BShoes47177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705688385379080674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And her coat was gold and it had fur and it was gold and it looked new and it was &lt;i&gt;gold&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mantle was gross green and worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she had a purse, where I had a looong bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we looked quite like opposites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we got into the building, she came up to me and said "Słyszałam jak fajnie mówiłaś do przez telefon". ["I heard how you were talking awesomely through the phone."]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I said "No, jestem z Ameryki" ["Yeah, I'm from America"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ja też [Me too]. I feel like an alien."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we talked for a while before the competition started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN ENGLISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we're friends, and we've been at each others houses and now David is kicking me off he computer so bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7730715567643665710?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7730715567643665710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7730715567643665710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7730715567643665710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7730715567643665710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMgBf0KHvUs/Ty6rwn7f1hI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NWHG84GDMt4/s72-c/Love-from-Australia-Furry-Boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4206087832733777259</id><published>2011-10-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T09:24:14.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did-you-know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;twelve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;years &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;belive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; Ha!&lt;div&gt; Let me catch you up on some stuff, OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thing #1: Junior high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most girls are the everyday snotty girls but some are nice and will smile to you once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most boys are the normal show-offs, but some seem calm and almost normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus there are lots of weirdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two good friends: Madzia[Madja] and Aga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subjects:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lame and boring, or interesting and fun, or hard and annoing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I like german.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I got B+ in chemistry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing #2: dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the doTERRA buisness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing #3: A wierd thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so, 2 years ago me and David went to moms friend regularly. She hat two sons - twins. But one had a long face and blackish hair, and the other had a round face and red hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years after we stop coming along with mom I have to sing the lamest song in the world in front of lots of kids from all the different schools in Mielec. Why were all those kids there? To get awards from competitons throughout the year. Then the persom reading the names of the winners said :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" The winner of the IT competiton is Maksymilian Kilian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the name of the boy with the black hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I remembered that there were like 10 Kilian families in Mielec (of witch in know literaly 5).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it plain &lt;i&gt;couldn't &lt;/i&gt;be &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made me &lt;i&gt;positive&lt;/i&gt; it&lt;i&gt; wasn't&lt;/i&gt; him was when a boy that was like 10 feet tall with a long, black, curly ponytail come up to the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exept it was him. YAaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that I stared at him like I'm psycho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he kept glancing at me with his eyes kind of buged out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we didn't say hi to each other cause we werent sure it actually &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was just too wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah his shoe size is 16, I just found out. That just shows you what a giant he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4206087832733777259?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4206087832733777259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4206087832733777259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4206087832733777259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4206087832733777259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/10/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7988266398014909088</id><published>2011-08-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:15:08.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>First of all I'm back from America. Which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;Second of all I'm back on my blog. Which is glad.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in America we went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sacred grove,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Commorah Pageant,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Niagra Falls,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York (twice!!),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philadelphia,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;canoeing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to the beach,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laser tag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyra's friends, Audreys, house,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the swimming pool almost every day ( I learned how to swim ),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hotel ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I layed on the hammock (over?) two hours straight and read books...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lots more things that I can't remember right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I had so much fun. Then when aunt Suzy and Tyra took me to the airport, we found out that I have to wait for another hour. So we played cards, ate Junior Mints and Dunkin' Dounut's. And so then I had to go. And I can still see Aunt Suzy and Tyra waving good-bye in her cute shirt. (RAWR!)(only Tyra knows what I mean so don't ask:) And I can still see aunt Suzy's surprised face and Tyra's exited face, when I just got to America. That's why the moment I got home cried . and cried. and cried. And I'm about to cry now so I should stop writing. (too late.)Thank you soo much aunt Suzy for letting me come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7988266398014909088?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7988266398014909088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7988266398014909088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7988266398014909088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7988266398014909088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8390019117599310581</id><published>2011-06-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:09:04.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting all over again...</title><content type='html'>In about 4 months I'll be in Jr. high and I have to start all over again. New system, new kids, new teachers, new school. But mostly new kids. I CAN'T believe I'm not going with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ewa&lt;/span&gt;. I need her with me, you know? And then the kids might not like me. AND what if I don't find anyone as good as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ewa&lt;/span&gt;!? Plus I only have 3 years to find a friend. I only started being friends after 3 years of being in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;  And then there's the other problem. I'm going to a mathematical class. I HATE MATH. Yeah but "How else will I get into a good school, and have a good job?"- as dad said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BuuUUuut&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miiIIiight&lt;/span&gt; be right !&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                        I especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; to comment, and tell me how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8390019117599310581?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8390019117599310581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8390019117599310581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8390019117599310581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8390019117599310581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/06/starting-all-over-again.html' title='Starting all over again...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5932232160838984194</id><published>2011-05-29T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T03:41:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* * *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lying on the grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the moist, green grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see an ocean of blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with soft white rocks,&lt;br /&gt;and fish with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a blue chalkboard,&lt;br /&gt;full of white, chalk drawings,&lt;br /&gt;made by a child&lt;br /&gt;trying to draw a flower, a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the many spirits-&lt;br /&gt;so white and clean,&lt;br /&gt;of people that past away&lt;br /&gt;that are gone-&lt;br /&gt;but not for long-&lt;br /&gt;all in heaven .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see       &lt;br /&gt;     the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a field of black flowers,&lt;br /&gt;among birds with no wings,&lt;br /&gt;there I lay in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of a very bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the trees - have no leaves&lt;br /&gt;Where the sky's a black hole&lt;br /&gt;There I lay in deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can bear it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rains - big black rocks&lt;br /&gt;that fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrapped in black fog&lt;br /&gt;I start to cry--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, tears on my&lt;br /&gt;cheeks&lt;br /&gt;I scream-&lt;br /&gt;" It's a dream! It's only a dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I in a field of black flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Among birds with no wings ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lay in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of the land from my dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ! Scared you! See! the last one's freaky. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Speaking of dream's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was dreaming that me and David and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babcia&lt;/span&gt; just decided to walk 95 miles to a train station, where a train would take us to America. When we got there Abby was waiting for us for some reason. We got in the train (without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;babcia&lt;/span&gt;). When we got to America we were standing in front of the Drapers house. Abby opened the door and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey everybody! Look who's here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody" was my whole family from moms side! Everyone was in the kitchen. Aunt Heather was working on a turkey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grama&lt;/span&gt; was making a salad, uncle Ben was buttering toast's, etc...&lt;br /&gt;And all my cousins were chasing each other...&lt;br /&gt;I started happily crying, then I woke up and cried of sadness. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a dream that I went to my first day of school in my junior high. There I met another American girl and we became friends. I wish ....... . . .  .   .    .        .          .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS AAA! I can't change the post title color. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5932232160838984194?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5932232160838984194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5932232160838984194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5932232160838984194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5932232160838984194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='* * *'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5217706967289541962</id><published>2011-04-19T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:07:45.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boringness'/><title type='text'>Well There's Good News and Bad News</title><content type='html'>Good or bad news first? Hm. I guess best for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got sick. Like, really sick. I threw up several times an didn't have enough strength to pick up a book. I was ling in bed all day. I managed to walk down stairs so dad could bring down my bed, because I didn't what to be in my room by my self all the time. Plus we were watching a church show and I wanted to see it. Yesterday I had a horrible headache and I couldn't really move without feeling the horrible pain in my head. I was also weak, but I didn't get sick in my stomach. Anyway, today I'm much better and I still have a headache, but not as bad and I can move pretty &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Kliknij, aby wyświetlić alternatywne tłumaczenia" class="hps"&gt;comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two good news...es(?).&lt;br /&gt;1. They opened a new gallery in Mielec. And It's real cool. Me and Ewa went there together three times by now, and I haven't bought anything there! Yet...(*evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;2. For the first time in my life I went to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Kliknij, aby wyświetlić alternatywne tłumaczenia" class="hps"&gt;hairdresser! I'll post a pic when I get one!!! Aaa!! It's so awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I've read the "Hunger Games" and I'm in the middle of "Catching Fire". Have you read them and do you like them?&lt;br /&gt;&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/5500492068105580157-5217706967289541962?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5217706967289541962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5217706967289541962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5217706967289541962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5217706967289541962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-theres-good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Well There&apos;s Good News and Bad News'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-2769107003930094883</id><published>2011-04-03T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:46:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy :D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we watched the first session of General Conference and today - the second. I took notes. Here are a few of my favoriet things I noted, but (sadly&lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/sad/sad-032.html" title="Sad  Sad Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/sad/sad-032.gif" alt="Sad  Sad Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) never thought about very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't be judgemental;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think about Jesus and what he would do in your situation;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look for oportunities to help;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serve people in need;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by doing small things we can make other people happy;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyway... at the end of 6th grade in Poland, you have a very important test. During the year, once a month, we have example tests like that. I get ap. 34 out of 40. That's fine, but on the real test I want to get 40 out of 40. I'm counting on that. OH, yeah. the stinkin' test is... on Tuesday. I have two flippin' days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Change of subject]&lt;br /&gt;Spencers such a cutey &lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/babies/baby-pacifier-2.html" title="Baby Pacifier  Babies Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/babies/baby-pacifier-2.gif" alt="Baby Pacifier  Babies Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9TyKdq9JGs/TZh-piSansI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y3ktzSDiJpw/s1600/SP_A0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9TyKdq9JGs/TZh-piSansI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y3ktzSDiJpw/s400/SP_A0904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591358189424254658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a sweet heart... chewing on poor Maggie&lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/laughing/lol-053.html" title="Lol  Laughing Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/laughing/lol-053.gif" alt="Lol  Laughing Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-876cc37ee65fb490" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f54ea3b33ad9280%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A85E80C3CD127947F7FA6374E6882D5CD5938A7.85A8D3ECFA37A209489882768B370B6E2EEC17BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f54ea3b33ad9280%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGvNAvw0x9eqM34r5sNuHSlbpLTQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;David's something like this though : &lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/angels-and-demons/demon-0021.html" title="Demon  Angels And Demons Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/angels-and-demons/demon-0021.gif" alt="Demon  Angels And Demons Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; something like this : &lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/computer/compute-9.html" title="Compute  Computer Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/computer/compute-9.gif" alt="Compute  Computer Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot ! we were in a science muzeum the other day. &lt;a href="http://freesmileyface.net/get/respect/king-041.html" title="King  Respect Smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freesmileyface.net/smiley/respect/king-041.gif" alt="King  Respect Smiley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f16ecf9aefad1f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9TyKdq9JGs/TZh-piSansI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y3ktzSDiJpw/s72-c/SP_A0904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7240880088494938032</id><published>2011-02-27T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:46:33.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sob, sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; we (me, mom, David, Aaron (Spence for a short time)) watched "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken". Mom said that when she was my age this was one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; movies. What she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; say is that I'll cry after watching it. Well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't stop myself . It's about a girl who's dream is to be a diving girl (a girl that is on a horse on a really tall tower and the horse jumps in the water with the girl on his back). She runs away from her terrible home and becomes a diving girl and does a very good job with her last many shows. She never gives up on anything and when she decides she wants to do something nobody can stop her. (No really, nobody.) Once she dives on a pretty wild horse. The horse doesn't jump the right way and the girl freaks out and forgets to close her eyes when she gets into the water. Then she's blind. The doctor comes and says that it's permanent. But she says "no! It is not! It's only temporary!" so I started crying. she dives the last time in her life and that's supposed to be a happy ending. But it's too sad for me.This movie is 1 out of the 2 rare movies that make me cry. The other one is Rigoletto, of which (sadly) nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss America Like crazy. So crazy that I have to stop my self from crying when I think about it. So crazy that I have a stupid goal to save up for a ticket to America. It might take me 2-3 years. I DON'T CARE! I NEED TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about something happy in the end? My family is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. For an example yesterday was the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; in my life. We did stuff like reading, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; mom reading to us, writing little stories, eating together , and stuff. Mom and dad had a little date night on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7240880088494938032?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7240880088494938032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7240880088494938032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7240880088494938032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7240880088494938032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/02/sob-sob.html' title='*sob, sob*'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-6886829461200265867</id><published>2011-02-13T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:04:26.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school...</title><content type='html'>I don't want to brag but I'm doing pretty good at school. No, no, I meant to say quite well... so you know how in Poland It's not like you get an A,B,C,D or F , just 6,5,4,3,2 or 1. 1 is the worst. And 6 is like "you did more then you needed to, so thats what you get more then others.", so if you get a 6 you have to remember things that aren't required. Also, in Poland you get grades in the middle of the school year that show you how you've done this year, so ether you want to do better for the rest of the year,or you want to keep it up. here are my grades:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;polish  +5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english  6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;math  4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nature  3  D: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;technical stuff  5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;history  5 =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;art  5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music  6 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;computer stuff  5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PE  +4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ha, ha! you might think I'm so cool to have &lt;i&gt;two &lt;/i&gt;stinki'n 6's. Well I'm no. Because english is ... you know...in english. And then music. Well it's unfair. Some kids just don't have good voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, when you have, for example, +5  it means it's a almost 6, and if you have -5 it's almost 4.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh, I was dreaming that I was eating dinner then a huge 14 foot cat came, took my plate, said thank you and went away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask-I have &lt;i&gt;noooo&lt;/i&gt; idea.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-6886829461200265867?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/6886829461200265867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=6886829461200265867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6886829461200265867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6886829461200265867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/02/school.html' title='school...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7385658879760104677</id><published>2011-02-06T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T03:49:30.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>from grama lee that I love very much</title><content type='html'>For my birthday from grama (I won't type Lee because she's the only grama I have. I only have one babcia too ;) I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQJ3RVh2xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3q3e4JswC9E/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+08+08+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQJ3RVh2xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3q3e4JswC9E/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+08+08+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531557087468968722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQKCzrGiVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HBjTc570Srs/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+07+23+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQKCzrGiVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HBjTc570Srs/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+07+23+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531557285664819538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It plays ,, You Are So Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;I almost burst onto tears when I opened it. Don't worry, I'm fine now =)&lt;br /&gt;On the outside it says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Granddaughter &lt;/span&gt;on the inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was never as blessed as the day you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; of that was in gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQSPEeVCKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qM8smXof2Hw/s1600/tograndma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQSPEeVCKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qM8smXof2Hw/s400/tograndma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531566292426098850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7385658879760104677?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7385658879760104677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7385658879760104677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7385658879760104677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7385658879760104677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-grama-lee-that-i-love-very-much.html' title='from grama lee that I love very much'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TMQJ3RVh2xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3q3e4JswC9E/s72-c/Photo+Oct+10,+11+08+08+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4961778190859890814</id><published>2011-02-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:57:33.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 7: so the necklace isn't anything I want to touch...</title><content type='html'>"I really wish you didn't SCREAM!!!" I said as we ran out of the shoe store. "Well, seeing her &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt; is freaking me out. " " So get &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to it!!*sigh* OK, lets sit down on that bench by the fountain and have a look at the necklace". After a while, Elise said "Put it on me. tell me how it looks." "Are kidding?!!" I hollered, "This thing might kill you!". She looked at me like 'That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard..' , but then we hear, "Ha Ha Ha! It won't do you any harm! Give me that-" the witch with 'the hair' said, grabbing the necklace out of my hand," you are such a darling girl, you deserve to wear such a beautiful accessory". She started putting it on Elise, and that girl did &lt;i&gt;nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. N&lt;/i&gt;othing. She looked as if she were delighted. The problem was 'da witch' looked delighted too. Now I know why. When the necklace was of Elise's neck, she said "Au! Au! Au! It's hot, hot ,hoooot. GET IT OF!" When I ripped it of it burned my hand too! I looked around. The witch was gone! "Are you OK?" I asked, staring with horror at my burned hand,that hurt like &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;. ARE YOU OK ?!" I said louder because she didn't answer. Still no answer. I turned around to look at her.&lt;div&gt;She was sitting there &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to breathe.         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4961778190859890814?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4961778190859890814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4961778190859890814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4961778190859890814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4961778190859890814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-7-so-necklace-isnt-anything-i.html' title='chapter 7: so the necklace isn&apos;t anything I want to touch...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8190553570964084430</id><published>2011-01-29T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T05:57:35.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We let it snow, let it snow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9261b3b80879192" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09261b3b80879192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51047FB20C61C156D3F739FFDCB556656FA08F7A.33D7C871479E555189518D3EF03852C2D6CD1A4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9261b3b80879192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DofCU_lPkL1nnMxxFzqnWk8I693k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09261b3b80879192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51047FB20C61C156D3F739FFDCB556656FA08F7A.33D7C871479E555189518D3EF03852C2D6CD1A4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9261b3b80879192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DofCU_lPkL1nnMxxFzqnWk8I693k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That thing with my hand ... I was trying to get some snow on it... (It didn't work;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8190553570964084430?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8190553570964084430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8190553570964084430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8190553570964084430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8190553570964084430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='We let it snow, let it snow....'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-3191430375064501514</id><published>2011-01-29T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:14:20.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... all in a days "work"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;We decided to go for a walk after a day of sitting in front the TV all day. But when we got out of the house &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; little boy here made me and mom hold his arms and swing him every other step we took. It was OK and close to the end of our [not] walk mom looked at Aaron and said "Did we forget to put your &lt;i&gt;hat&lt;/i&gt; on ?" and he enthusiastically answered "YES!" with a big smile, showing his little teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb44c5f35b6af87c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb44c5f35b6af87c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F01B963491D85E6940453EF089DA85C3857129.51D23E2E1D7DA8FEF2655006FCD6008BFD4FCEF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb44c5f35b6af87c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgdPIuuZ81tKB9BmoQ935TUEvpYo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb44c5f35b6af87c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53F01B963491D85E6940453EF089DA85C3857129.51D23E2E1D7DA8FEF2655006FCD6008BFD4FCEF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb44c5f35b6af87c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgdPIuuZ81tKB9BmoQ935TUEvpYo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can actually see our fence in the back. I'm sorry it's such bad quality, but I did it with my cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of TV, while Aaron was watching Barney I noticed something. DEMI LOVATO AND SELENA GOMEZ WHERE IN BARNEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d549815d7298f35e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=3191430375064501514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3191430375064501514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3191430375064501514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-in-days-work.html' title='... all in a days &quot;work&quot;'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8034151930227184298</id><published>2010-12-28T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:59:54.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>When I woke up I ran down stairs to finish my cards for mom and dad. My plan was that I'd put them into their stockings and I would see if they noticed them  on their own. But mom got out of bed just as I got up from my chair to put the cards away, and she seemed kinda mad at me. Well she "told" me that "...don't you know you have to wait for all of us to go down and open our stockings!..." "they're not stockings, mom, they're cheep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmasish&lt;/span&gt; decorated bags!"(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we couldn't find stockings anywhere) I answered, very annoyed that mom ruined the whole surprise. "But..." I thought "but why is she so mad? I would see the "stockings", so what?". Well, I soon found out... When we got in, there ,on the table, was a KEYBOARD. A real, live KEYBOARD. Then when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; a bout the bags we took them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; them. In mine I found lots of candy, these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AwSoMe&lt;/span&gt; black bracelets, cute Hello Kitty buttons, these kind of sticks that when bend them they glow and these pencils that are exactly the same as the ones the Petty's gave us 6 years ago..!! Then we opened presents. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grama&lt;/span&gt; I got these beautiful earrings and necklace that are little dream catchers, from Aaron: 24 zł&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oty&lt;/span&gt; ($ 8)to spend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tesco&lt;/span&gt;, from David: a letter that made me cry &amp;amp; 30 zł&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oty&lt;/span&gt;($10), from grandpa &amp;amp; Pam: a book by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; author Shannon Hale "The Princess Academy" and 70 zł&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oty&lt;/span&gt;($25) for new boots and 50 zł&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oty&lt;/span&gt; ($17) for a whole series of books. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HO&lt;br /&gt;             HO&lt;br /&gt;                          HO!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WESO&lt;/span&gt;Ł&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ŚWIĄT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NAVIDAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5500492068105580157-8034151930227184298?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8034151930227184298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8034151930227184298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8034151930227184298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8034151930227184298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas_28.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8236109743310003948</id><published>2010-12-05T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:57:12.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rozdział 1: ,,Te Głosy"</title><content type='html'>Obudziłam się w środku nocy i zaczęłam trząść łóżkiem Seliny. Znów TO usłyszałam. Szepty. One tak jakby chciały mi coś powiedzieć, ale się sprzeczały, więc nic nie było zrozumiałe.&lt;br /&gt;-O matko! Znowu to?- powiedziała Selina, prędko wstając. Powiedziała to z przejęciem, nie lekceważeniem. Aha, byłam u niej bo nocowałam...u niej. Najlepsze było to, że w domu nikogo nikogo nie było.&lt;br /&gt;-Tak, to było to, ale tym razem jedno słowo zrozumiałam.- odpowiedzałam.&lt;br /&gt;-Jakie?&lt;br /&gt;-,,wróć"&lt;br /&gt;-..yy.. Spokojnie. Próbuj zasnąć.&lt;br /&gt;-Ale się raczej nie stanie... nie zasnę.&lt;br /&gt;- Dobra to pogadajmy--.&lt;br /&gt;-Nie, nie! poczytam OK?&lt;br /&gt;-No, dobra.&lt;br /&gt;Tak bardzo chciałam poczytać, bo zaczęłam nową książkę: ,,Kornelia i jej Kłopoty". Była bardzo ciekawa, o zwykłej dziewczynie i jej dziwnym życiu.&lt;br /&gt;Niestety, nawet jej nie otworzyłam i znowu coś zaczęło szepczeć.&lt;br /&gt;-Selina!! Nie słyszysz tego?!&lt;br /&gt;-Czego?&lt;br /&gt;-Szeptów, rzecz jasna.&lt;br /&gt;-Ja...nie. Wiesz co? Chodźmy na dół. Zrobimy sobie gorącej czekolady..&lt;br /&gt;-Ehe&lt;br /&gt;Było po jej głosie słychać, że nie tylko mnie pocieszała, ale i siebie.Sama się bała!&lt;br /&gt;Kiedy schodziliśmy ze schodów, coś strasznego.&lt;br /&gt;ZA nami skrzypiała podłoga. Nie tylko POD nami, ale i ZA nami. To nie było najstraszniejsze. Selina zemdlała! Szybko zbiegłam na dół po zimną wodę, żeby ją obudzić, ale to był błąd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W kuchni, o lodówkę odbijał się czyjś cień. Chudy, kościsty cień.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8236109743310003948?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8236109743310003948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8236109743310003948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8236109743310003948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8236109743310003948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/12/rozdza-1-te-gosy.html' title='rozdział 1: ,,Te Głosy&quot;'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5621714378757034769</id><published>2010-12-05T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:03:51.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This is our Christmas tree. It's the first year we've decorated it red and gold. We were going to make a popcorn chain, but when we made a little bit of it and put it up to the tree it didn't look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TPtOrKRWLRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6uphj3Y3lWg/s1600/Photo%2BDec%2B05%252C%2B9%2B29%2B45%2BAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TPtOrKRWLRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6uphj3Y3lWg/s400/Photo%2BDec%2B05%252C%2B9%2B29%2B45%2BAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547113869435350290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually we made it blue and gold. I'm glad it's this way. I always wished to have our tree this color. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TPtQa9_AvMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-UmvB8E8b98/s1600/Photo%2BDec%2B05%252C%2B9%2B28%2B54%2BAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TPtQa9_AvMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-UmvB8E8b98/s400/Photo%2BDec%2B05%252C%2B9%2B28%2B54%2BAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547115790282570946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also love taking pictures like this ^ one, because it makes me feel like I'm in the tree. I have a dozen of that kind of pictures on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Poland there is this tradition that the 6th December is Santa Claus day. That day is when kids get extra presents from Santa. In our class we do this thing, that my teacher gives each kid a number from 1-24 and no one knows the numbers and we say one of them and the teacher tells us if it's a boy or girl that we need to buy a present for. I had boys all my life. This and last year I got expensive (looking) soap stuff. DO I STINK? Well I guess I'm overreacting. That stuff is really nice: very peach scented bubble bath, a nice sponge &amp;amp; three fizzy balls. the first one is milk &amp;amp; honey scented, the second one is caramel apple an the last one is peach &amp;amp; mango and their all from a good company.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I'm SO taking a bath..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5621714378757034769?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5621714378757034769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5621714378757034769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5621714378757034769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5621714378757034769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TPtOrKRWLRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6uphj3Y3lWg/s72-c/Photo%2BDec%2B05%252C%2B9%2B29%2B45%2BAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-6636245190657507861</id><published>2010-10-24T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T04:54:33.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>chapter 6:</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the snake was coming closer... and closer.. when........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd so I'm thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt; when Elise says ,, It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone! S&lt;/span&gt;he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;And so I look around and what do I see? Nothing. So we head for her house. As we're walking I notice those troll guys again. We don't want them to know where she lives so I tell Elise " Maybe not to your house. Let's go to that shoe store with those cute sneakers." She looks at me, and I can just see a question mark over her head, which is why I whisper "Those mutants are following us again!". She's pulls a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! face which means she gets it. When we pass the fountain I take out all the change I have and buy us some ice cream. Then I see something on the ground. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;necklace. So I pick It up and show Elise. "I'm sick of black," she says "but take it, just in case". When we finally get to the store, Elise squeals. I didn't understand at first, but then every one turns around and stares at us. Everyone but a black-haired lady. The one and only--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;witch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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/5500492068105580157-6636245190657507861?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/6636245190657507861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=6636245190657507861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6636245190657507861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6636245190657507861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-6.html' title='chapter 6:'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7041008371868763263</id><published>2010-10-10T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:48:46.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my party</title><content type='html'>I need to say, I ℒℴѵℯ Martians. Well my best friend and I do . Her name is  Ewa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, me and dad picked up all of the girls. Then we went to some stores so I could buy stuff for the money I got from grandpa and Pam. This is what I bought for part of the money :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGMwSD1_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/XCUSB1nIZXg/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+04+27+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGMwSD1_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/XCUSB1nIZXg/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+04+27+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526352978869878706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGMwSD1_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/XCUSB1nIZXg/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+04+27+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks grandpa and Pam!&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGE3bxwrZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z-VdSbBkefI/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+11+04+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGE3bxwrZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z-VdSbBkefI/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+11+04+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526344305644449170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting from the left are:&lt;br /&gt;Karina, Ewa, [Aaron], Me, Karolina, Marysia.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I LOVE ALIENS.&lt;br /&gt;My cake is cool huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGJ_oBLusI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kp368nJj5o0/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+10+27+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGJ_oBLusI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kp368nJj5o0/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+10+27+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526349943927454402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ewa &amp;amp; I ate the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGKotRPwuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ECD57EU0HSQ/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+09+44+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGKotRPwuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ECD57EU0HSQ/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+09+44+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526350649711641314" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGKotRPwuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ECD57EU0HSQ/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+09+44+AM.jpg"&gt;I don't know why this is green.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched "Aliens in the Attic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGLNkN-NgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YDULYSlVlD4/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+09+06+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGLNkN-NgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YDULYSlVlD4/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+09+06+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526351282937148930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I got from my friends:&lt;br /&gt;From Marysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGNyoNI43I/AAAAAAAAANM/t5w-Exj1doA/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+05+53+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGNyoNI43I/AAAAAAAAANM/t5w-Exj1doA/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+05+53+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526354118685811570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Ewa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLHXwjSD20I/AAAAAAAAANc/HaLRfL7jc9I/s1600/Photo+Oct+10,+11+05+12+AM1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLHXwjSD20I/AAAAAAAAANc/HaLRfL7jc9I/s400/Photo+Oct+10,+11+05+12+AM1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526435446864993090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think her theme was flowers. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7041008371868763263?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7041008371868763263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7041008371868763263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7041008371868763263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7041008371868763263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-party.html' title='my party'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TLGMwSD1_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/XCUSB1nIZXg/s72-c/Photo+Oct+10,+11+04+27+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4083798578867830864</id><published>2010-10-04T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:16:43.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promised grandma !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoL5fTmqUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y9qU9pqggAE/s1600/PA040068.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s1600/PA040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s400/PA040056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524240247925697634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s1600/PA040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLZfd1fwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NXMmdL60IzU/s1600/PA040060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLZfd1fwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NXMmdL60IzU/s400/PA040060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524240425494609666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoL5fTmqUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y9qU9pqggAE/s1600/PA040068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoL5fTmqUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y9qU9pqggAE/s400/PA040068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524240975207508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s1600/PA040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s1600/PA040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4083798578867830864?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4083798578867830864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4083798578867830864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4083798578867830864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4083798578867830864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-promised-grandma.html' title='I promised grandma !'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TKoLPJ-G7GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YeAiceXutZU/s72-c/PA040056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-523875095978809593</id><published>2010-10-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:29:47.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>Mom just went downstairs to the basement to put the pizza in the good oven, and Aaron was standing by the door to where mom was. We always keep the key in the door. Aaron figured out how to lock it! So when mom was coming back up, she couldn't open the door. Luckily, she has&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me, &lt;/span&gt;and I heard her the first time she called. When I opened it she said "oh, my gosh! what if I couldn't get out when you guys are at school !?". "Your welcome." I thought. Then David shouted from the other room "You would open the garage and knock on the door!" (Aaron knows how to open it easily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-523875095978809593?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/523875095978809593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=523875095978809593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/523875095978809593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/523875095978809593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-360102566863706390</id><published>2010-09-19T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:00:23.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>glasses, friends,and spencer in-a-box :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1DvPS1TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eTO0c2qf4kU/s1600/SP_A0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[sorry that most pictures are bad quality but I took them with my phone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXz9DyiKpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Uiy8t69W1rs/s1600/HELLO-ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXz9DyiKpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Uiy8t69W1rs/s400/HELLO-ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518585148727241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats me with my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXzrKJpxMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1kqgXyYZqZI/s1600/glasez.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXzrKJpxMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1kqgXyYZqZI/s1600/glasez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXzrKJpxMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1kqgXyYZqZI/s400/glasez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518584841197176002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, stop shouting. here's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX0ZxHURtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tLHkeDD509Y/s1600/SP_A0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX0ZxHURtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tLHkeDD509Y/s400/SP_A0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518585641930344146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uhh, well maybe not that great but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1DvPS1TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eTO0c2qf4kU/s1600/SP_A0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1DvPS1TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eTO0c2qf4kU/s400/SP_A0693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518586362981438770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my glasses are hello kitty. yup. and I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olga&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1-w1JzRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ufVqkikenA/s1600/friends....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1-w1JzRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ufVqkikenA/s400/friends....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518587377020947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1-w1JzRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ufVqkikenA/s1600/friends....jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX1-w1JzRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ufVqkikenA/s1600/friends....jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX3BOhEVGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BazRNE8SUZY/s1600/oLGA%26ewELA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX3BOhEVGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BazRNE8SUZY/s400/oLGA%26ewELA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518588518861132898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX3neDL3cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-zV9_gFdIe8/s1600/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX3neDL3cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-zV9_gFdIe8/s400/bff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589175865793986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX4NLoUnAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pG3Lt55RE68/s1600/olga_w%C5%9Br%C3%B3d_minek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX4NLoUnAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pG3Lt55RE68/s400/olga_w%C5%9Br%C3%B3d_minek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589823756311554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX4m4t1oYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Jsvu21PJtFU/s1600/I_am_happy_Olga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX4m4t1oYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Jsvu21PJtFU/s400/I_am_happy_Olga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518590265355772290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Just wanted to say hi! ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX565TYqlI/AAAAAAAAALM/BsHd9In38o0/s1600/SP_A0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX565TYqlI/AAAAAAAAALM/BsHd9In38o0/s400/SP_A0561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591708622269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX5aJTGQXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uc1n_b-z918/s1600/SP_A0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX5aJTGQXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uc1n_b-z918/s400/SP_A0559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591145980346738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX5uzU-HOI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z6jI2Se4SSQ/s1600/SP_A0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJX5uzU-HOI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z6jI2Se4SSQ/s400/SP_A0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518591500859874530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-360102566863706390?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/360102566863706390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=360102566863706390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/360102566863706390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/360102566863706390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/09/glasses-friendsand.html' title='glasses, friends,and spencer in-a-box :)'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TJXz9DyiKpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Uiy8t69W1rs/s72-c/HELLO-ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-909740178923812536</id><published>2010-08-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:20:32.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today :</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is Sunday,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we couldn't go to church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mielec&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's some concert that is kind of annoying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olga's at the concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cause I would of went to the concert and would regret it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed my background,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as you can see.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a weird dream that went something like this :&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"It was first day of school and there was this baking contest. I brought a pie that was made with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cinnamony&lt;/span&gt; pie crust and inside there were mandarin oranges and an orange - cinnamon sauce and I covered that with some homemade whip cream and decorated it with oranges and a cherry so that the oranges made a circle around the cherry. David brought this layered jello dessert with whip cream and fruits. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ewa&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eva&lt;/span&gt;] was there to. I won first pace, David had second, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ewa&lt;/span&gt; was hardly qualified, but qualified. The next day mom was helping me choose a shirt to where for the second stage of the contest. I had a hard time, then mom said "Oh, wait! I bought you some new shirts yesterday! " So I chose a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;limeish&lt;/span&gt;-green shirt with dark pink trim on the sleeves and neck and three sweet-looking cupcakes in the middle. I made a chocolate moose and whip cream dessert for the contest (I don't know why there is so much whip cream in this dream! Maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't get the right amount of it ;) and ran of to school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he classroom where the contest was going to be, to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprisement&lt;/span&gt; , looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;babcia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dziadek's&lt;/span&gt; home. When the lady tasted all the desserts she said they were equally yummy and to win, we had to make a lemon sauce to pour over a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;! A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; banana!" &lt;/span&gt;Whatever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;I thought, And made the best sauce I could out of the ingredients I had. there were only to places for the winner. David won 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place !!  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt; !!! I was going to find out what my prize is the next week. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ewa&lt;/span&gt; went out of the room and were really happy for me :) . Then I noticed something. On her purple jacket that she wore over a yellow shirt had a cupcake, just like mine, printed on it! The next day was a normal school day. The first class was music. We were singing a song :&lt;br /&gt;" There are as many,many of us&lt;br /&gt;  that many as there are pine cones in a forest,&lt;br /&gt;  we love singing, singing as much&lt;br /&gt;  as much as we need from vacation a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Were being,being,being are best&lt;br /&gt;  at school at home - wherever we are&lt;br /&gt;  our mom told us, told us to pray&lt;br /&gt;  pray, pray.&lt;br /&gt;  we pray pray for our mom mom mom&lt;br /&gt; mom mom mom mommy mommy mommy .......... "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I woke up. Aaron was shouting - "Mommy, MOMMY, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOMMY ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was weird ..... &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-909740178923812536?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/909740178923812536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=909740178923812536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/909740178923812536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/909740178923812536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title='today :'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5759290094804586678</id><published>2010-07-11T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:36:12.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about vacation now.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my vacation in points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(most important) Olga is here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we (me &amp;amp; David)play with them (Adam &amp;amp; Olga) every day for about 5-6 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spencer is getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; wiggly (like, we-can't-leave-him-in-his-carseet-alone wiggly)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olga shows me how fun it is to take pictures ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me and Olga make up a cool dance in less then two days (!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the dance we are like dolls that come to life but brake for a minute (in the dance:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we dance it for dad's birthday (we had to start over twice because we forgot the moves)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so that's about all for now, oh and Olga doesn't look anything like in the main picture of my blog :*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll post a video of the dance later some day .&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know it isn't very good but you can see my earrings in my profile pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5759290094804586678?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5759290094804586678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5759290094804586678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5759290094804586678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5759290094804586678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-vacation-now.html' title='about vacation now.'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5467610466660057850</id><published>2010-06-20T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:06:42.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dla olmi...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                       Olga!                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nie mogę uwieżyć,&lt;br /&gt;że za dziesięć dni,&lt;br /&gt;będziemy razem być!&lt;br /&gt;Ach, jak to pięknie brzmi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kłótnie między nami,&lt;br /&gt;bywają czasami,&lt;br /&gt;Ale to co się u nas psuje,&lt;br /&gt;zawsze się szybko odbuduje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A kiedy już tu będziesz,&lt;br /&gt;wesoło będzie wszędzie ;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TB4BpHOdncI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AA9GXbwb2BM/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TB4BpHOdncI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AA9GXbwb2BM/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484823202009816514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5467610466660057850?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5467610466660057850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5467610466660057850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5467610466660057850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5467610466660057850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/06/dla-olmi.html' title='dla olmi...♥'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TB4BpHOdncI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AA9GXbwb2BM/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-499922179703249769</id><published>2010-06-04T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:59:00.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mój wiersz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj0hy0qE8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wqqrJAs1nyc/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj0hy0qE8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wqqrJAs1nyc/s400/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478897808111702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          WIOSNA           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;        autor:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ewelina pawlik,lat 7  i  1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wiosna,&lt;br /&gt;to pora roku radosna,&lt;br /&gt;To młoda, barwna dama,&lt;br /&gt;co nigdy nie jest sama,&lt;br /&gt;Bo budzą się rośliny,&lt;br /&gt;odwiedzają ją ptaki,&lt;br /&gt;Cieszą się dziewczyny,&lt;br /&gt;tak samo jak chłopaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj0hy0qE8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wqqrJAs1nyc/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj1qOmt_fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/K0JlimqdmF4/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj1qOmt_fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/K0JlimqdmF4/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478899052520013298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj0NndVIvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pGuqC-0kfdw/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj2fOJrdmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IiechTdMDUE/s1600/P8060056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj2fOJrdmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IiechTdMDUE/s400/P8060056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478899962931279458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj3DYlipYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dNd1tVHbs6Q/s1600/BYU+%2834%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj3DYlipYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dNd1tVHbs6Q/s400/BYU+%2834%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478900584207787394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;koliber- mój ulubiony ptak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-499922179703249769?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/499922179703249769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=499922179703249769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/499922179703249769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/499922179703249769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/06/moj-wiersz.html' title='mój wiersz'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAj0hy0qE8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wqqrJAs1nyc/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-6144300031913622115</id><published>2010-06-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:33:23.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADE in POLAND ;)</title><content type='html'>no to tak...&lt;br /&gt;Będę teraz coraz częściej pisała po polsku. Przetłumaczę swoją książkę, napiszę o większości ciekawych rzeczach które się dzieją (najciekawszą rzeczą teraz, to to, że z Hiszpanii wraca moja "przyjaciółka od serca"- Olga!!!) , napiszę kilka ze swoich wierszy, ale teraz powiem o... :&lt;br /&gt;Przekułam uszy!! O rany! Tak się bałam! Ciągle słyszałam inne historie. Jedni mówili, że czuć tylko małe uszczypnięcie, inni, że piecze przez jakiś czas, a jeszcze inni mówili że nic nie czuć, ale okazało się ,że to pierwsze jest prawdą... Zdięcia są poniżej, [po ang.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-6144300031913622115?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/6144300031913622115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=6144300031913622115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6144300031913622115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6144300031913622115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/06/made-in-poland.html' title='MADE in POLAND ;)'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-3330456579986437834</id><published>2010-06-03T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:14:10.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my ears...</title><content type='html'>My... ears... are... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIERCED !! &lt;/span&gt;It's hard to believe, even for me!&lt;br /&gt;At first, like a week before I got those little holes in my ears, I though it would hurt like CrAzY, but a few of my friends told me that it was only like a tight pinch for the first second and after that its just hot, then dad told me that a  lady that works in his work has a daughter that just got her ears pierced and said it doesn't hurt at all, in a way like "you cant feel it". I tried to believe dad, but it was hard. And turned out to be something between what my friend said, and what dad said. The first second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; feel like a tight pinch, but after that, just like dad said, I couldn't feel anything, but happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdxZnDQsGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u-Nj1Y-7ntQ/s1600/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+25+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdxZnDQsGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u-Nj1Y-7ntQ/s400/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+25+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478472156512825442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdxpwayM8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/bVua1_McZaQ/s1600/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+25+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdxpwayM8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/bVua1_McZaQ/s400/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+25+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478472433905316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdx1eiDLBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZlDY1KlRPWo/s1600/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+26+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdx1eiDLBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZlDY1KlRPWo/s400/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+26+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478472635262381074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdx7grFG-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3wSzv6Ztqq0/s1600/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+26+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdx7grFG-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3wSzv6Ztqq0/s400/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+26+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478472738916342754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-3330456579986437834?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/3330456579986437834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=3330456579986437834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3330456579986437834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3330456579986437834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ears.html' title='my ears...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TAdxZnDQsGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u-Nj1Y-7ntQ/s72-c/Mobile+Photo+2010-06-03+10+25+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-836858729681945685</id><published>2010-05-16T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:26:18.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO0o...</title><content type='html'>It's Suday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast I had four muffins.&lt;br /&gt;So what!? I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loads &lt;/span&gt;of TV.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no! Not what you think! It was church history!(Aanndd nature...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom made sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say. I mean, whats wrong with that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David ate a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of hot chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Then he ran all around the house shouting: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;HOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the part of the day where I write a letter.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't say to who!! Well that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; is a family. That just moved.&lt;br /&gt;Uupss... thats too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-836858729681945685?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/836858729681945685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=836858729681945685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/836858729681945685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/836858729681945685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/05/so0o.html' title='SO0o...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8892307500755674615</id><published>2010-04-18T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:48:34.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>David's baptism.</title><content type='html'>yay! Grama came for David's baptism! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q3e4tHxEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dNePjTjSy5o/s1600/David+Babtism+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q3e4tHxEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dNePjTjSy5o/s400/David+Babtism+(15).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461379239385744450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so were our polish grandparents! And aunt and dad's cousin, uncle and aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q4Nk3BZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OzasCF4WpA0/s1600/David+Babtism+(99).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q4Nk3BZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OzasCF4WpA0/s400/David+Babtism+(99).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461380041512412610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then David was baptized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q4w5CrncI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fng_mrz3-SM/s1600/David+Babtism+(26).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q4w5CrncI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fng_mrz3-SM/s400/David+Babtism+(26).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461380648225447362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Grama had to go!:',(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q5Xaa_11I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hfijQC4Lhjo/s1600/goodbye+grandma+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q5Xaa_11I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hfijQC4Lhjo/s400/goodbye+grandma+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461381310020835154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and Grama had to go!:',(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8892307500755674615?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8892307500755674615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8892307500755674615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8892307500755674615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8892307500755674615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/04/davids-baptism.html' title='David&apos;s baptism.'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S8q3e4tHxEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dNePjTjSy5o/s72-c/David+Babtism+(15).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8425518603435999214</id><published>2010-04-18T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:21:23.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boringness'/><title type='text'>...*&lt; empty &gt;*...</title><content type='html'>OK why isn't anyone commenting!?!?!?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;I commented on Tyra's recently...&lt;br /&gt;on uhhh... others and still no one on mine!&lt;br /&gt;:',(  :',(  :',(  :',(  :',(  :',(  :',(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8425518603435999214?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8425518603435999214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8425518603435999214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8425518603435999214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8425518603435999214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...*&lt; empty &gt;*...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4963876480661223176</id><published>2010-04-11T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:47:46.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>chapter 5: Black Hair</title><content type='html'>*[I decided I will write the book like Cleo's journal (I like it that way more)]*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, as if It's not enough for these weird 4 troll looking guys with black hair, that looks almost fake, well...I mean..., it looks like someone colored their hair with some seriously permanent paint! And then there are the almost triangular sunglasses, BLACK suits, BLACK ties and BLACK shirts! This BLACK-haired lady has been following us. And I mean FOLLOWING! She's been asking us weird questions.  When we're in the park she sits on the bench closest to us, and the SCARY part is, she's holding this huge snake thats (not surprisingly) BLACK.  And I mean HUGE!  We've tried to get away from her, but it seems like she just magically appears.  One time me and Elise were eating ice cream and she came up to us (with that huge snake of hers) and asked us where we live,when we go to bed, when we go to school, plus more questions like that, not even asking our names! &lt;br /&gt;And when I didn't say anything, that huge snake started crawling up to my feet. Yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4963876480661223176?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4963876480661223176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4963876480661223176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4963876480661223176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4963876480661223176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/04/chapter-5-black-hair.html' title='chapter 5: Black Hair'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7378135774032393193</id><published>2010-03-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:34:59.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of stuff...maybe too much...naaah!</title><content type='html'>Sooo...last week gramalee came. I was so exited! That day I got out of school earlier, thank goodness, and I missed P.E. [yeah!]. We drove to Krakow and I felt like it took 12 hours instead of 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;Finally we got there, and when we went into the airport in my stomach I could feel...well...a weird, kinda sad, feeling in my stomach. It was the feeling I get when I'm going to fly away to America. It was like I knew I wasn't going anywhere, but my eyes knew where I am and made me feel bad, and wanted to get out. So waited a little for grama. Then some more. And more, when  finally she showed up. And OMG I can't believe how happy I felt! &lt;br /&gt;When we got home I had lot of homework to do and I couldn't have fun much with her that day. The rest of the week was really fun! We didn't go places, but I could show grama my school, so she knew where I spent most of my time.  &lt;br /&gt;Then came Sunday. The day that David was being baptized. And it was great! Me and grama each gave talks, grama about baptism and I about the Holy Ghost. I just loved to see my little brother do the same thing I did when I was his age. &lt;br /&gt;Then the next day grama had to go. I cried. David cried. Mom cried. But the only thing mom said is: "It was fun to have her here huh?" and "I'm glad she could come, and at the same time our house is tidy!". &lt;br /&gt;Well thats all. Or, I mean, thats a LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7378135774032393193?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7378135774032393193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7378135774032393193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7378135774032393193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7378135774032393193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/03/lots-of-stuffmaybe-too-muchnaaah.html' title='lots of stuff...maybe too much...naaah!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-2430484044605208172</id><published>2010-02-27T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:25:37.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did-you-know'/><title type='text'>THE ANSWER IS...</title><content type='html'>...in the comments. Because like what if you still want to guess?;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-2430484044605208172?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/2430484044605208172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=2430484044605208172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2430484044605208172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2430484044605208172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/answer-is.html' title='THE ANSWER IS...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5434142153412972137</id><published>2010-02-22T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:54:26.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did-you-know'/><title type='text'>A riddle</title><content type='html'>Two people are going through a forest-a big person and a small one. The small one is the big ones son. The big one is not the small ones father. How is this possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5434142153412972137?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5434142153412972137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5434142153412972137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5434142153412972137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5434142153412972137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-people-are-going-through-forest-big.html' title='A riddle'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-3453224706703825046</id><published>2010-02-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:36:19.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boringness'/><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>I'm bored! Please give some fun comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-3453224706703825046?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/3453224706703825046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=3453224706703825046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3453224706703825046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3453224706703825046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-9000952506329151529</id><published>2010-02-17T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:53:05.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... just 2 questions...</title><content type='html'>Who has watched ,,Rigoletto" and who has read ,,The two princesses of Bammare"? Because I think those are the most beautiful...umm... movies and books!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-9000952506329151529?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/9000952506329151529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=9000952506329151529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/9000952506329151529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/9000952506329151529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm-just-2-question.html' title='Hmm... just 2 questions...'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7468623515109618461</id><published>2010-02-14T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:37:05.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>.+*"*+.Valentine's Day.+*"*+.</title><content type='html'>YaY...yAy...YAay!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DaY&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dAy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DAay&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning I was lying in bed, when I heard mom come in my room. I was sort of hoping she would come.  She asked me if I would get up soon or they would open these little presents that were from dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; in napkins.  I guess everybody but dad and me was awake!  I got up and ran down stairs even though I was very sleepy, which made me almost fall down the stairs.  I...er... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;opened the presents.  They were CUTE heart shaped chocolates!  Then I...um...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we &lt;/span&gt;ate pancakes that I cut hearts in with a cookie cutter (the hearts I gave to Aaron=).  I...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; made this yummy chocolate cake with raspberry frosting.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, it was very good.  Mostly that's all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Valentinesy&lt;/span&gt; stuff we did today.  I guess I took a 1 and 1/2 hour bath too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7468623515109618461?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7468623515109618461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7468623515109618461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7468623515109618461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7468623515109618461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='.+*&quot;*+.Valentine&apos;s Day.+*&quot;*+.'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-9158457789351337462</id><published>2010-02-07T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:53:50.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Can you believe it ! Evie is bloging !</title><content type='html'>Well it's Sunday and I didn't go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was awsome I got: a hello kitty t-shirt, a necklace, Hannah Montana perfume, a cool book about butterflies+a fake butterfly,              100 zloty.  My family got: computer speakers, an exercise ball and a DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Eve day I went to my friend and we had a little party and we celebrated New Years for Hong Kong.  Later that night my family and I watched a movie and exactly at midnight we drank some champagne without alcohol.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a sleigh ride with my class.  I got there really late so my dad and I had to drive around looking for my class on the sleigh.  That was fun. When I found them the boys of course told me that I missed the best part where everybody fell off of the sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TGTBEOFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NRqcYvYiun8/s1600-h/kulig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TGTBEOFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NRqcYvYiun8/s400/kulig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435513905420187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I sat down on the sled with my friend she said that she sat by herself in the bus and she was by herself on the sled too.  I was glad because I was scared she would go with somebody else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TGnJOZeI/AAAAAAAAADE/mwY90pMaXnc/s1600-h/photo%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TGnJOZeI/AAAAAAAAADE/mwY90pMaXnc/s400/photo%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435513910823118306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. . . oh yeah I have another brother his name is Spencer and he's really cute. No big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TG1IWSiI/AAAAAAAAADM/Thje-5C88o0/s1600-h/photo%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TG1IWSiI/AAAAAAAAADM/Thje-5C88o0/s400/photo%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435513914577537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A bone in my finger on my left hand is probably cracked and now I'm walking around with a pencil tied to my finger with bandages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TG2vNhYI/AAAAAAAAADU/_egQZIMls8A/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TG2vNhYI/AAAAAAAAADU/_egQZIMls8A/s400/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435513915008976258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-9158457789351337462?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/9158457789351337462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=9158457789351337462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/9158457789351337462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/9158457789351337462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-believe-it-evie-is-bloging.html' title='Can you believe it ! Evie is bloging !'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/S27TGTBEOFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NRqcYvYiun8/s72-c/kulig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8812093916807062506</id><published>2009-11-01T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:05:42.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>My Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Thanks&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;aunt Annie for the idea. I was a street as you told me I could be. But I added: a black purse, on witch I glued on top a red circle, in the middle yellow one, on the bottom a green one. And I taped a toy car to me. I guess you can see on the pics. Aaron was the cutest spider-kid on earth and David was a scary mummy.You can guess how we made him a mummy. And now I'm scared of toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FBW6_JRI/AAAAAAAAACM/5omGETTXJR0/s400/photo+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; Mom made cute ''pumpkins" out of roundly cut jelly and a little green bean for the stem. Then we played hand made bingo in our living room with little candles on with no lite on. Dad carved this awesome pumpkin that's trying to eat an eye ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FBvmZ6aI/AAAAAAAAACU/2XN2Ezgn45Q/s400/photo+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I made a realistic scarecrow on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FB7tuXVI/AAAAAAAAACc/wH9TxPalzCA/s400/photo+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;We also played with goo made out of potato flour &amp;amp; water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FBwcAoiI/AAAAAAAAACk/c7ExScUBEbs/s400/photo+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron was grossed out but after a while he enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FCL1SsJI/AAAAAAAAACs/F7przrjV8VM/s400/Aaron+and+slime.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just some ghosts we saw.  No big deal.  We see those every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2Fuwi8PgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lv4swht4bPY/s1600-h/ghost+boys.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2Fuwi8PgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lv4swht4bPY/s400/ghost+boys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399118566639025666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt; It was really fun! please comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8812093916807062506?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8812093916807062506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8812093916807062506&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8812093916807062506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8812093916807062506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween.html' title='My Halloween!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/Su2FBW6_JRI/AAAAAAAAACM/5omGETTXJR0/s72-c/photo+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-2390752368389108785</id><published>2009-10-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:30:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits &amp; bobs</title><content type='html'>Sorry I havn't bloged for ever! Well, I'm kind of sad my best friend in Spain again. I was just talking to my cousin Tyra and she told me I should blog. So I did. To make this thing interesting I'll ask: Who should I be for holloween? Could you tell me something I could be that I would make out of normal clothes? Anyway. Could you pleeez comment! Is it snowing in America? I'ts kind of ending, but its snowing here! Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-2390752368389108785?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/2390752368389108785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=2390752368389108785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2390752368389108785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2390752368389108785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-i-havnt-bloged-for-ever-well-im.html' title='bits &amp; bobs'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-1858602510514486359</id><published>2009-07-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:32:20.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>"Are you...?  No way...!  I...?" Cleo and Elise said at the same time.  Cleo was the most brave and she first asked, "Are you a wizard?"  Elise said, "Well, how about you?"  "Yes!" they said at the same time.  "We're so lucky nobodies looking."  Elise said.  Emily was about to jump and shout for joy 'cause she was watching them, but she couldn't because everybody would go out of there tents, and would ask why. Elise and Cleo smiled at each other and went to there tent to talk. Elise said "don't even think about telling any body" "So that was the feeling" Cleo whispered to her self. After the field trip both girls where best friends. When other girls saw Cleo and Elise holding hands they thought the two might be charmed. Well I guess everything was great, except for these troll looking guys following them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everywhere.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Wow thats been a long time! Today is my birthday! (And grandma, if your reading this, thanks for the present.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-1858602510514486359?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/1858602510514486359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=1858602510514486359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1858602510514486359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1858602510514486359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-2962602724860823982</id><published>2009-03-30T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:33:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>Chapter 3:The Magic Begins</title><content type='html'>In the bus, on their way to the field, Cleo and Elise had to sit together. Cleo sat by the window so she could admire the pretty views but she was too short to see anything out of the window.  All she could see was her leather backpack that at one point tipped over and her sandwich and apple fell out.  Elise brought a cute pink shoulder bag and it fell too making her chips and nail polish fall out.  "Ew." thought Cleo.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they got there Elise took out a light purple, almost periwinkle tent.  "Wow and ew," thought Cleo.  When the tent was set up Elise took out  a perfectly matching soft sleeping bag.  "Wow and ew," thought Cleo.  Cleo took out a black and brown scratchy sleeping bag. "EEEW" thought Elise.  Once they moved into their tent, they went out of it and started playing with the other girls.  Of course they would never want to play with each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both sat in the merry-go-round at the same time and started fighting over who would play in it. To be mean, Elise (reamember she is a wizard) untied Cleos shoe by looking at it and said "Cleopatra, shoe lace utied!" Cleo didn't care. "Elise, looks like your fashions fallen down!" she said, as she knocked her rivels sparkely, black and silver tiny purse. Cleo, fast so no one would see, snaped her fingers and her shoe lace was tied.Elise , at the exact same time, fast so no one wold see, held out her hands, palms down, over her purse and it flew up to her lap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I saw that!" they said at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-2962602724860823982?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/2962602724860823982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=2962602724860823982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2962602724860823982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/2962602724860823982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-3the-magic-begins.html' title='Chapter 3:The Magic Begins'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-71325576574238489</id><published>2009-03-20T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:52:25.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  Emily's Idea</title><content type='html'>Cleo and Elise were in the same fourth grade class.  Their teacher, Mrs. Windwick, who was a nice older lady that wanted everybody in her class to all be friends, knew they didn't like each other.  Emily, in the same class, liked both Cleo and Elise.  She was the only one who knew that both her friends were wizards (even Elise and Cleo didn't know that each other were wizards).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily had an idea.  She told it to their teacher.  She knew that both girls always went on every field trip. Her idea: over night "friendship field trip" to the field. This field trip was going to be odd, because the teacher would divide the children into pairs (Cleo and Elise together, of course).  One person in every pair was supposed to bring a tent, and each child would bring their own sleeping bag.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Windwick agreed that they needed to get Cleo and Elise to be friends and started dividing the children.  Cleo and Elise were so disappointed to be a pair.  After a long time of fighting (half an hour and 82 seconds) they finally decided that Elise would bring the tent.  The field trip was supposed to be in a week on Tuesday to Wednesday.  Everybody was excited, except for Cleo and Elise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-71325576574238489?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/71325576574238489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=71325576574238489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/71325576574238489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/71325576574238489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-2-emilys-idea.html' title='Chapter 2:  Emily&apos;s Idea'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-1845540396158105254</id><published>2009-03-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:56:04.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my book'/><title type='text'>I Think I'm Writing a Book(idea from Tyra(cousin))!Chapter 1: What they hated about each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elise&lt;/span&gt; didn't like Cleo. Cleo didn't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elise&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how it is, and Cleo thought the same.  Elise didn't like Cleo, because Cleo always had her hair in one or two braids, never cared about herself, and, worst of all(to her), she never had anything stylish on! Cleo didn't like Elise because every day she had her hair different, she only thought about herself and always wore trendy clothes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleo had medium length, dark brown hair, freckles and hated nail polish.  Elise had beautiful, long, curly blond hair (she sometimes even had beads in it), smooth, tan skin and always had painted fingernails.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,yeah, they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wizards&lt;/span&gt;. Good, girl wizards.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-1845540396158105254?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/1845540396158105254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=1845540396158105254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1845540396158105254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1845540396158105254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-writing-bookidea-from.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Writing a Book(idea from Tyra(cousin))!Chapter 1: What they hated about each other'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4953808583890511651</id><published>2009-02-07T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:10:16.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Po Polsku część 2 ,,Tęsknię za przyjaciółką''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autorka:Ewelina  Pawlik     Dla:Olgi  Rejczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Chcę żeby moja przyjaciółka wróciła z Hiszpani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Bo powiem Pani.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autorka:Ewelina  Pawlik    Dla:Olgi  Rejczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Chcę żeby moja pzyjaciółka z Hiszpani powróciła, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;bo tak nagle jakoś się zmyła.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Nigdy nie myślałam, że przyjacółka zmyć się może, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ale, prawdopodobnie, gdzieś jest nad morzem. Miała brata tak jak ja. Tak dobrze ją znam. Serduszek z milion wysłać jej chcę, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ona bardzo dobrze o tym wie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecz najważniejsze, że... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;                     Przyjażnimy bardzo się!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;                TĘSKNIĘ  ZA  TOBĄ  OLGA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4953808583890511651?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4953808583890511651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4953808583890511651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4953808583890511651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4953808583890511651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/02/po-polsku-czesc-2-tesknie-za.html' title='Po Polsku część 2 ,,Tęsknię za przyjaciółką&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-1575644087783371737</id><published>2009-01-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:18:16.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Have a Pen Pal</title><content type='html'>When I was shoveling the snow in the driveway, suddenly I heard a knock on the window.  I didn't know who it was so I turned around and looked in all windows except the one that my mom was knocking on.  Finally I looked in that window and saw my mom showing me a letter.  I pointed at the letter and then at myself as if asking if it was for me.  My mom nodded so I hurried up with the shovelling.  When I ran in the house, all wet from the snow I heard Aaron and David playing cars upstairs and Aaron suddenly stopped and said, "Da-dee!  Da-dee!"  I looked up to tell Aaron it was not "Da-dee" but before I could say, "It's not Da-dee.  It's me!" I heard mom calling from the living room saying that it's the first letter from my pen pal.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly got the envelope and tore it open and then I was really sad because I noticed there was a cute picture on the envelope, and then mom made me even more sad saying, "Oh, that's too bad, I could have done it the right way for you."  I felt dumb.  I saw that on the torn envelope it said "I'm Emma."  I took out the letter and it had lots of questions.  It also had a picture of her.  I quickly ran upstairs and put it in one of my picture frames that I got on my seventh birthday, and  haven't really used.  I also glued the cute envelope back together.  I ran back downstairs with a paper to write back to her.  I wrote answers to all questions and I asked three questions back.  I drew a cute picture on the envelope, too and I sent the letter the next day.  I hope she gets it soon and writes back as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out Emma wanted to be my pen pal because my mom and&lt;a href="http://quackshack.blogspot.com/"&gt; her mom&lt;/a&gt; are blog friends.  Emma's mom found out that I'm the same age as her daughter and wrote an email asking if I wanted to be Emma's pen pal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-1575644087783371737?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/1575644087783371737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=1575644087783371737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1575644087783371737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1575644087783371737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-pen-pal.html' title='I Have a Pen Pal'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-3059805845944355896</id><published>2009-01-04T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:40:46.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Don't cry more than 3 times a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Read the scriptures every day (min. 10 verses)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ignore (don't get upset at) others when they annoy me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Try not to miss COOL shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. KEEP MY ROOM CLEAN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Remember my personal prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Get into blogging and blog at least 2 times a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Spend less time watching TV and more time with my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Eat healthier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Try to enjoy school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-3059805845944355896?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/3059805845944355896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=3059805845944355896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3059805845944355896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3059805845944355896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-goals-in-2009.html' title='My Goals in 2009'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-961315249655219335</id><published>2009-01-01T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:54:49.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm writing pretty late about Christmas, but I didn't have time because I was visiting my Polish grandparents.  I think it's sad being away from home on a holiday:( especially Christmas): I am almost always away from home on holidays.  The present I'm most excited about is from David. It's a MICROSCOPE!!!  Awesome huh?  I also got a few things from Hannah Montanna which I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like too.  Well I wish you a very happy (even though I'm late) Christmas!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm kind of gonna stop talking about Christmas, and I'll start talking about what we did at my Polish grandparents (babcia and dziadek:  read "bopcha and jadek").  Me, David and dad went ice skating (just to learn, cause I don't know how to and at school we go ice skating once a week).  Well I learned a lot about ice skating.  Next I went with mom but it was the same except I fell seven times and now I have a huge, nasty, black bruise.  We also went to an animal museum, with "stuffed" animals.   I didn't go into two rooms cause of the freakiness:  room one:  I know that it was only rubber masks, but from far away they looked very scary, so I wanted to get closer to see that they're rubber.  So with closed eyes mom got me as close as can be, but then she told me that their eyes were WIDE open so I ran away squealling like little baby pig.  Room two:  a gigantic crab that was three feet.  I wanted to go see the butterflies, but I would have to go past the crab and a huge snake.  No.  I would not do that.  That's all about the museum. Actually it's all about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-961315249655219335?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/961315249655219335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=961315249655219335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/961315249655219335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/961315249655219335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4511815690669018076</id><published>2008-12-06T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:17:05.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhh...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Where is your significant other? &lt;/span&gt;I'm to young! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair color?&lt;/span&gt; goldish-brown &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I have a mother.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Read.(I think.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; How am I supposed to know!?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Your dream/goal?&lt;/span&gt; Keep my room clean! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is keeping your room dirty, considered a hobby?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room you're in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stacks-of-paper-and-a-few-books room(library for short).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My best friend dose not like my any more. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in six years?&lt;/span&gt; In a room of our house chatting with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you last night? &lt;/span&gt;Sleeping, duh!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A cellphone!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're not?&lt;/span&gt; That stupid to answer this question!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Where you grew up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First ten months of my life in Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in Poland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The last thing you did? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Type the word 'Poland'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your TV?&lt;/span&gt; What about it?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pets?&lt;/span&gt; **BEEP**&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't have one. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, my best friend, that's in Spain. And my family in America. :(   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OPEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing?&lt;/span&gt; The moon on my head! Weird, huh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Love someone?&lt;/span&gt; Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; Light blue and yellow.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt; I'm a sad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll tell in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4511815690669018076?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4511815690669018076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4511815690669018076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4511815690669018076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4511815690669018076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhhhhh.html' title='Uhhhhh...?'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-1613759059640904708</id><published>2008-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:33:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathans here!</title><content type='html'>Nathan, my mom-and-dad friend, got here this evening! Dad said he was at the bus stop, but Nathan was at the train stop! Oops! Thats why dad and Nathan where waiting so long! He brought me and David some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reese's, &lt;/span&gt;mom lots of stuff. And for me a book "Ramona Quimby, age 8", for David a book "Charley and the chocolate factory", for Aaron a book "The night before Christmas", for mom "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall"(what ever)! O yeah, dad got a shirt that says "KANSAS" on it! Cooooool!      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-1613759059640904708?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/1613759059640904708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=1613759059640904708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1613759059640904708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1613759059640904708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/12/nathans-here.html' title='Nathans here!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-908329167144105410</id><published>2008-11-29T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:34:38.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving  Day</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was nice.  Not much to say.  It was like all thanksgivings.  But a new thing I found out, is that Brigham Young saw Gorge Washington an some one else (I don't remember)(there spirits of course).  And what he wrote in his journal:"It was a very interesting day"...  Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, cute background, huh!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-908329167144105410?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/908329167144105410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=908329167144105410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/908329167144105410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/908329167144105410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving  Day'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-1468445092638805803</id><published>2008-11-06T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:52:16.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Po polsku część 1</title><content type='html'>Nareście piszę po polsku! Ciągle albo mi się nie chce, albo nie mam czasu i.t.d... Dzisiaj nie mam co robić więc piszę po polsku. Obiecuję pisać jak najczęściej! Powiem tyle, że &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome&lt;/span&gt; czyli witam (na moim blogu)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-1468445092638805803?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/1468445092638805803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=1468445092638805803&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1468445092638805803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/1468445092638805803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/11/po-polsku.html' title='Po polsku część 1'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-5092201582634502220</id><published>2008-10-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:26:56.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><title type='text'>Finally I Post About My Glasses:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SQoA8EPyMKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LrCrnZFdiOI/s1600-h/PA210058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SQoA8EPyMKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LrCrnZFdiOI/s400/PA210058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263020146467942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally posting about my glasses even though I got them over a month ago! It's just that I didn't have the pictures. Well here they are.  Aren't they cute!  They're really cool because the frames are almost elastic, so they won't break too soon.  If you don't think that they're cute you're wrong, cause they're cute.  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-5092201582634502220?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/5092201582634502220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=5092201582634502220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5092201582634502220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/5092201582634502220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/10/finaly-i-post-about-my-glases.html' title='Finally I Post About My Glasses:-)'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SQoA8EPyMKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LrCrnZFdiOI/s72-c/PA210058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7396589690458721381</id><published>2008-10-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:20:01.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick :(</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I feel&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; horrible!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sooo don't want to be sick! I have a bad head ache, my throat hurts super badly! As you know it isn't fun! AT ALL! Well there isn't much to say, so I guess thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Cute background huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7396589690458721381?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7396589690458721381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7396589690458721381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7396589690458721381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7396589690458721381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick :('/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-3879656222330690290</id><published>2008-10-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:37:12.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still About My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I DID get presents! Mom asked if I would be mad if there was no present, so I was assuming there wold be nothing at all! But I got these two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; cute sets of things to put in your hair! From my friends I got: a doll with very long hair that I can do any thing with, oil pastels, a super cute gold and green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purs&lt;/span&gt;e, a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box,                  24 crayons, a book "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nim's&lt;/span&gt; Island" (its in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theaters&lt;/span&gt; now and I'm gonna see it with my class), a cute notebook and pen, and four bouncy, rubber balls!!!    &lt;br /&gt;But best of all I got my own room!!!!! I still cant believe I have it!!!! Its SUPER exiting!!!!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; its the only day we're the same age! But I think its too late. But who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-3879656222330690290?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/3879656222330690290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=3879656222330690290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3879656222330690290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/3879656222330690290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-about-my-birthday.html' title='Still About My Birthday!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-208427591283044678</id><published>2008-10-04T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:46:22.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Its my birthday. Its already thirteen o'clock and nothing at all is exiting! I'm  having a party from 4 o'clock to 7 o'clock in the evening. Its so in 500 hours! OK, not 500 but at least 9(my age)! Gess what I am? I'm bored, thats what I am!(And thats because I didn't get any presents!!! Mom or dad did not get any!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-208427591283044678?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/208427591283044678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=208427591283044678&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/208427591283044678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/208427591283044678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday.'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4377675716317869489</id><published>2008-10-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:10:31.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251438582460087922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rHgqyiN2M4/SODbkUNQfnI/AAAAAAAAA40/nwuNWn1DrzE/s320/youvebeentagged%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I LOVE reading and never finish one book before i start another one (which means I'm always reading more than one book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I think I'm 11, 12 or 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't look anything like my mom.  (phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I never remember to clean up after myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm scared of roller coaster coaster rides but I really enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I think snails are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm always bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindsylulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olivia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tzscience.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tyra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://draperkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Susie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anneandmattjonesfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Annie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bakoleefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uncle Adam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4377675716317869489?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4377675716317869489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4377675716317869489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4377675716317869489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4377675716317869489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rHgqyiN2M4/SODbkUNQfnI/AAAAAAAAA40/nwuNWn1DrzE/s72-c/youvebeentagged%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-7337416327810438632</id><published>2008-09-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:52:43.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boringness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The  I-Dont-Know-What-To-Post-About  Post</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know what on earth I should post about! I can't post about my new glasses because I don't have a picture of them, and the rest of my life is so boring. Hmmmmm, well I guess I could say that I got a little more used to school and am more fine with it.Other than that there is so nothing to say. I guess your wondering why I posted this post at all, but its because everybody keeps saying I need to post some thing now! Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, thats all! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-7337416327810438632?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/7337416327810438632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=7337416327810438632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7337416327810438632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/7337416327810438632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-what-to-post-about-post.html' title='The  I-Dont-Know-What-To-Post-About  Post'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-8356201028947012474</id><published>2008-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:24:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evie's Not So Magic World</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to name my blog what Aunt Annie said I should name it.  Evie's Crazy World.  Because it's not so magic so why did I call it that?  I have no idea.  I guess it's because the last background looked a little magic.  But I think I'm gonna call it something else.  It would be nice if you could give me some ideas.  Thanks, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-8356201028947012474?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/8356201028947012474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=8356201028947012474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8356201028947012474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/8356201028947012474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/09/evies-not-so-magic-world.html' title='Evie&apos;s Not So Magic World'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-4491363494680348756</id><published>2008-09-07T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:05:29.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring 4th Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SMPfbiQwozI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vTxTS7a8WFU/s1600-h/Nowy+obraz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SMPfbiQwozI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vTxTS7a8WFU/s320/Nowy+obraz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280055335953202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school has two separate buildings. I was in the smallest building since first grade.  But now I'm in the big building. And  in fourth grade every lesson is in a different classroom with a different teacher but still with the same kids I had in first second and third grades. During the five minute recess(which in Poland is between every lesson which there are about five of) I just sit by the door of the next classroom and eat                 lunch.  And I think that's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me if you have any ideas of what to do if you have to sit by the door of the next classroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-4491363494680348756?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/4491363494680348756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=4491363494680348756&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4491363494680348756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/4491363494680348756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/09/boring-4th-grade.html' title='Boring 4th Grade'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/SMPfbiQwozI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vTxTS7a8WFU/s72-c/Nowy+obraz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-6765980363948404024</id><published>2008-08-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:17:19.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>New great(ish) friends</title><content type='html'>I didn't think its SOOO hard without friends. Well, it SOOO is. But finally I found some friends. (OK I didn't find them dad did,they were just  walking  eating  ice cream  and  dad said "Hi.  Ewelina keeps saying that there are no girls to play with around  here."  So now we are friends.)  We had lots of fun. I said HAD because its true. They suddenly stopped coming to play with me.But I have a new friend that lives right across the street.  So we see each other every day and have lots of fun playing that we are sisters and we live together and blah blah blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-6765980363948404024?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/6765980363948404024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=6765980363948404024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6765980363948404024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/6765980363948404024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-greatish-friends.html' title='New great(ish) friends'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-404534737091464284</id><published>2008-08-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:26:28.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron shakes it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g5sxejXGRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g5sxejXGRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-404534737091464284?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/404534737091464284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=404534737091464284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/404534737091464284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/404534737091464284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/08/aaron-shakes-it.html' title='Aaron shakes it'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500492068105580157.post-424029590972246745</id><published>2008-07-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:19:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>I'm excited.  I'm glad I have this blog, and I hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500492068105580157-424029590972246745?l=eviething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/feeds/424029590972246745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500492068105580157&amp;postID=424029590972246745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/424029590972246745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500492068105580157/posts/default/424029590972246745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eviething.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Evie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457566690538948770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIUi5em9efU/TUQCPjTLHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KDc7KkEmAac/s220/Mobile%2BPhoto%2BJul%2B16%252C%2B2010%2B4%2B21%2B23%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
