<?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-2545443058871021856</id><updated>2011-10-01T05:12:52.580-06:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='snoping trip'/><category term='sunday church'/><category term='exersize time with dad'/><category term='memories'/><category term='summer/fall.'/><category term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Isabella's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog.  Welcome!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-981478098568901795</id><published>2011-09-30T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:15:49.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARNING TO TYPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In May my mom told me to do some typing on this website. so I stared to type at the first level the I went to the next level and passed that level. The next time I typed was in September and today is the last day of September and I now know how to type!!!!!!!!!! And I made it the  almost very fast typing list but sometime today I am going to practice some more and see if i can make it to the very fast typing list. And I can type with my eyes closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-981478098568901795?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/981478098568901795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=981478098568901795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/981478098568901795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/981478098568901795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/09/learning-to-type.html' title='LEARNING TO TYPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-7397546667653703354</id><published>2011-09-12T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:35:36.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer/fall.'/><title type='text'>An 8 &amp; 3 have come in to my life.</title><content type='html'>I was exited to have my birthday.And Emmaline just now turned 3. I've been exited ever since I turned 8.having an 8&amp;3 year old in the house holed it made me feel great because that means that our family has grown. It also means that my moms up next an then dad then me again. It feels wonderful to now that we all will get smarter and grow up to be as good as the rest of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-7397546667653703354?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7397546667653703354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=7397546667653703354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7397546667653703354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7397546667653703354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/09/8-3-have-come-in-to-my-life.html' title='An 8 &amp; 3 have come in to my life.'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-5016117883614670107</id><published>2011-03-26T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:30:31.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My toe</title><content type='html'>Today I was telling Mom about my room.Then I dropped my book on my toe. My Mom told me to go back in my room and clean my room.By then it hurt really bad.So I started to cry.I looked down at my foot and there was a red liquid running down my toe.I ran back to the living room and Mom told me to go get the toilet paper so I went and got it.Mom put a bandage on my toe.Emmeline helped out too,by hugging me so I wouldn't get scared.when Mom was done my toe looked giant.My friend Anna got her finger shut in a full closed door.Me my friends and Anna made jokes about it. Well that's what it looked like for me.Well that's all . And I might have to wear it to church which is tomorrow.And to school which is the day after that.So I'll have to wear flip flops to all those places.which is really fun and I can't wait to tell dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-5016117883614670107?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5016117883614670107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=5016117883614670107&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5016117883614670107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5016117883614670107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-toe.html' title='My toe'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-7062838326982977701</id><published>2011-03-21T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:17:27.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some of my stories</title><content type='html'>Today I can't think of anything to write so i'm just going to tell you some of the stories that I can make up.My family.I have a family that loves me and I love them.They help me and I help them.They do lots of things for me.I do the same.We share a lot in comen.But some times we aren't the same.Thats why my family loves me and I love them.Well thats the only storie I can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-7062838326982977701?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7062838326982977701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=7062838326982977701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7062838326982977701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7062838326982977701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-of-my-stories.html' title='some of my stories'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-1380283882957085479</id><published>2011-03-13T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:51:10.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Care-bears</title><content type='html'>Today I watched care-bears. I like care bears because it teaches children to care about caring and being nice to people even if someone is bothering or being rude or mean to them. So the children can learn all about being nice and it teaches the children to not ...well not to make bad choices or being rude or not be disobedient . Plus it's a good show and Iiii like it. That's why I love the care-bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-1380283882957085479?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1380283882957085479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=1380283882957085479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/1380283882957085479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/1380283882957085479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/03/care-bears.html' title='Care-bears'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-7206005509512547093</id><published>2011-03-13T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:38:15.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It itches</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up with an allergic-reaction! I was red all over. My back was the worst,Then my right arm, then my side in front of my right ear.All I know is that i'm allergic to something, something in my room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-7206005509512547093?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7206005509512547093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=7206005509512547093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7206005509512547093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/7206005509512547093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-itches.html' title='It itches'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-5578624108493001045</id><published>2011-02-12T17:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:43:32.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>The broken leg and arm .</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was playing with Emmaline.I went to the living room to rest. My leg started to hurt. I knew it wasn't broken but I still asked m om if we still had the two bandages. She said yes. So I went to the cabinet and got them out. I asked mom to wrap my leg up. For the rest of the afternoon it was wrapped up. I went in my room and saw Emmaline's toy stroller so I used it as a cane so I could walk. It had weals so I went fast. Sometimes I used it and sometimes I didn't. When it was time for bed Dad took it off. When he was out of the room I put it back on. When mom came into my room to take me to hers cause Emmaline was crying I had to stay behind cause I was on one foot cause I liked to pretend it was broken.hen I woke up my Dad was still sleeping so I took it off and went out to see mom and Emmaline. After my mom was done with the dishes she wraped it around my arm cause it hurt. I still have it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-5578624108493001045?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5578624108493001045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=5578624108493001045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5578624108493001045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5578624108493001045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken-leg-and-arm.html' title='The broken leg and arm .'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-3353088102774541317</id><published>2011-02-05T14:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:07:44.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>The dirty room .</title><content type='html'>today my mom told me to go clean my room . I went to my room but I didn't really clean . I cleaned a little but not to much . Then my sister came in and I went out with her . When I went out with her I didn't go back in my room cause I got distracted  . Then I went back in my room and cleaned a bit . Then I went back out to the living room .I asked my mom if she'd come in my room with me and see if I would get distracted . She came in  . And now I'm almost  done with my room .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-3353088102774541317?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3353088102774541317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=3353088102774541317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/3353088102774541317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/3353088102774541317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/02/dirty-room.html' title='The dirty room .'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-6149580943162112702</id><published>2011-02-05T14:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:17:13.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>The Earth helps us .</title><content type='html'>The Earth helps us in many ways . For instance . the Earth spins in a path because if it wasn't on a path it would hit a planet and stop . But we would keep going .the earth also helps us by  giving plants and the sun and  the gravity . with out all those things we wouldn't have any thing we have today plus we wouldn't be there .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-6149580943162112702?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6149580943162112702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=6149580943162112702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/6149580943162112702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/6149580943162112702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/02/earth-helps-us.html' title='The Earth helps us .'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-5275602518978540940</id><published>2011-02-02T13:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:47:34.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exersize time with dad'/><title type='text'>Push ups</title><content type='html'>today I was doing push ups with my dad and I did  ONE - HUNDRED PUSH UPS . it hurt .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-5275602518978540940?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5275602518978540940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=5275602518978540940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5275602518978540940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5275602518978540940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/02/push-ups.html' title='Push ups'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-2011562489482482425</id><published>2011-02-02T09:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:58:22.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>It's Snowing .</title><content type='html'>yesterday I woke up and it was snowing . I was so exited . And I woke up this morning and it was snowing .can you believe it . we got two snow day s and on those two days school was canceled  and I don't like that cause school is my favorite hobby ./ And if I don't get I get a little mad . Well . That's  all .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-2011562489482482425?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2011562489482482425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=2011562489482482425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/2011562489482482425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/2011562489482482425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing .'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-5406687309691370083</id><published>2011-01-31T17:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:13:51.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday church'/><title type='text'>loose tooth</title><content type='html'>well it all starts with the day that we go to church . when i went to sacrament and stared to wiggle my tooth . then it was over and we went to class .then i did it again . wiggling my tooth .then class  was over and we went to primary . that's when the cool stuff happens . I'm wiggling my tooth as usual and "POP" .there goes my tooth . it wasn't out but it was a big pop and know it's super wiggly and today I've bin wiggling it all day and it's got pretty wiggly .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-5406687309691370083?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5406687309691370083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=5406687309691370083&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/5406687309691370083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Aubrey .  then mom asked me if there was anything i wanted to look at .  i said toys .  so we went to the toys .  i went to the videogames .  my mom asked me if i would stay in the toys wall she was gone in the looked at some toys  .  then  she went to look for me then she realized i wasn't in the toy department .  she went to look for me in the and couldn't so she  went to the costumer check out and they stared to look for me .  they called my name but i didn't come cause i didn't here it so they went all over the store looking for me and they found me in the videogame department playing samples .  wen they told me i was lost i got scared .  on the way home i stared to cry .  my mom asked me what i was wondering i said " nothing" .  i think she didn't believed me but i do cause it was true  .  for the rest of the trip i wouldn't step more then a foot away from my mom for the rest of the trip .  then a few days later we went to target again and i freaked out .  my mom said it would be o.k. but i didn't believe her cause she hadn't gone though what it felt like because she wasn't there when i was all alone and didn't know what to do .  but cause i was good for the rest of the trip at walmart i got a smoothie and got a brain freeze .  then i realized what it felt like to have a family .  so they could take care of me then when we went home i told my dad and went strate to the coache  to take a rest .  well thats all in the story for now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-7066345981967184996?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7066345981967184996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=7066345981967184996&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link 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to  the  doctor  and  it  went   well  all  except  mom  she  had  a  real brake  down  but be   for she  started  to  cry. the  presant  is  a  mint  with  a  bunch  of  littel    leters  and  she  loved  it  and  then  we  played  coin  battle. and  on  the  hard  one  8-7  the  lova  one  and  mom  didint   like  it  but  geuss  what  she  did  i  always  got  poped  over  the  lova  so  she  got  the  flag  and  won  and  i  don't  now  if  now  she  likes it  now  but  i'll  ask  her  the  end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-3095721939754572711?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3095721939754572711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-2534077961824734979</id><published>2010-06-11T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:03:35.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holly  wood.</title><content type='html'>i      think   that   it  will  be  fun  at  holly  wood   studios.&lt;br /&gt;  i  think  that  it  will   be  fun.my  dad  told  me  that  i've  bin  there be  for.and  there  are  lots  of  rides  and  all  sorts  of  stuff  there.         the  end&lt;br /&gt;                            holly   wood    studios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-2534077961824734979?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-6583959695961080504</id><published>2010-06-11T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:32:40.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the  wonder  pets</title><content type='html'>I'm    watching     wonder  pets  the  wonder  pets  are  saving  a       squirrel .the  squirrel  is  stuck   on  a  roller coaster!but  he's  safe now.and  he's  found   the   tree.now   they  are  done  with  celery .and  back  home  but   first   they  rode the  roller   coaster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-6583959695961080504?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-4553797024539133698</id><published>2010-06-11T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:38:49.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY  CLASS  IS  SPEISAL</title><content type='html'>MY CLASS IS   SPIESAL   IN  MANY  WAYS.THEY  HELP  WHEN  I  SAY  SO.THEY  OBY  WITH  WORK.THEY  ARE  MY  CLASS  AND I  AM  THERE  TEACHER.WE  HAVE  FUN TOGETHER.AND  THERE   ARE  LOTS  OF  OTHER  WAYS  THEY  HELP  ABOUT  10,00000  THINGS.THEY  CLEAN  WITH  ME.THEY  HELP  OTHERS  ON  WORK.THEY  SHARE  WITH  OTHERS.THEY  PLAY  WITH  EACH OTHER.THEY  ALSO  DO  MANY  THINGS   FOR  MY  FREND'S  TO.THAT'S WHY  I  LOVE  MY  CLASS.                THE  END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-4553797024539133698?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4553797024539133698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=4553797024539133698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/4553797024539133698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/4553797024539133698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-class.html' title='MY  CLASS  IS  SPEISAL'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-6476840223340842996</id><published>2010-06-11T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:36:20.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the  earth  helps   us</title><content type='html'>the  earth  can  help  you  in  many  diffrent  ways.the  first  way  is  that  it  givs  us  food  like  corn  or  meat  and  bred  or  seeryall  and  chips  or  candy.the  2ed  way  is  it  givs  us  cloths  like  t-shirts  or  shirts   and     shorts  or   cprees  and   pantsor  hats  and   glufs  and   mittans    or  shoes  and  socs  or  pantees  it  also  givs  us  toys   like  balls  and  schools  and  barbis  and  cars  and  trains  it  also  places  to  be  like  homes  and  hotells  or  codigs  and  nests  and  caves  and    in  holes  under  ground.the  earth  does  many  things  for  it  we  can  moe  lons  and  clean  the  earth  throw   away  trash.and  build  stuff  like  homes  and  hotels.and  play  with  it    and  put  plants  on  it  .  there  are many    things  we  can do  for  the  earth  and  you  can  helpthe  earth  to  by  calling  82890402  to  do  more    thing    about  the  earth  call  us  on  line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-6476840223340842996?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6476840223340842996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-2829053890803420285</id><published>2010-06-11T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:36:06.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>monsters.</title><content type='html'>my  dad  is  playing   monsters.he's  alreday  won  one  of  them.now  he's  doing  a  hard  one  and  i'm  pretty  sure  tat  he's  allmost  doen.the  way  the  one  he's  doing  goes  is  down-right-down-right-up-right-down-left-down-right.andhe  won  it.                  the     end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-2829053890803420285?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-7804647829966500150</id><published>2008-05-05T08:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:48:43.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I went out camping and there were some caterpillars and ants</title><content type='html'>I went camping and it was very fun.  Even though there was a lot of caterpillars I still liked camping.  And I'm very happy that I ate my breakfast.  And I loved the hikes.  And I ate lunch on the hike some.  And I ate my lunch before I ate my chocolate creme Oreos.  I was very happy rock climbing and I liked it.  And I saw so much lizards and one bunny.  And we had so much fun setting up our tents.  We went with Ben and Laura. And I was excited that we went to see some more rocks.  And then we went home through the desert again.  And then unloaded once we got home.  And we helped Ben and Laura unload the minivan and I went upstairs and colored and ate on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a picture near the tents and there was lots and lots of caterpillars on it.  Some got in the tent.  We ate lots of food, too. We started and had toasty marshmallows.  And we went out to look at some rocks and take some hikes and went to a toy store to buy me a little thing to color on the way home.  I only had time to color two butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0_hrjHI/AAAAAAAAADY/45fknuNhdZw/s1600-h/isatent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0_hrjHI/AAAAAAAAADY/45fknuNhdZw/s400/isatent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906390763572338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced around the fire to the story songs.  I told my mommy and my daddy a good story that was a little spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0vhrjFI/AAAAAAAAADI/q4-5kNUg4vI/s1600-h/isadance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0vhrjFI/AAAAAAAAADI/q4-5kNUg4vI/s400/isadance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906386468605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my poses.  My daddy took the picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8ee_hrjAI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ryk-pQPG0lE/s1600-h/isapose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8ee_hrjAI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ryk-pQPG0lE/s400/isapose1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906012806450178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my poses.  My daddy took the picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8effhrjBI/AAAAAAAAACo/srjmVN2pmw8/s1600-h/isapose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8effhrjBI/AAAAAAAAACo/srjmVN2pmw8/s400/isapose2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906021396384786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my poses.  My daddy took the picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8efvhrjCI/AAAAAAAAACw/qdsCjYnGwX4/s1600-h/isapose3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8efvhrjCI/AAAAAAAAACw/qdsCjYnGwX4/s400/isapose3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906025691352098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my poses.  My daddy took the picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8ef_hrjDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eHRx0WXUY0A/s1600-h/isapose4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8ef_hrjDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eHRx0WXUY0A/s400/isapose4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906029986319410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8egfhrjEI/AAAAAAAAADA/zeWGNnSYs1g/s1600-h/isapose5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8egfhrjEI/AAAAAAAAADA/zeWGNnSYs1g/s400/isapose5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906038576254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on a long hike with me and my daddy and my neighbors.  We saw some lizards on this hike.  And it was some long and we went on some cliffs and on one of those cliffs, there was steps to get down.  And it was fun on the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dg_hri7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BT37LwZ010I/s1600-h/doisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dg_hri7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/BT37LwZ010I/s400/doisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904947654560690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the long hike near one of the cliffs.  This is me in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhPhri8I/AAAAAAAAACA/DY5xVS7EP10/s1600-h/doisacave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhPhri8I/AAAAAAAAACA/DY5xVS7EP10/s400/doisacave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904951949528002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me near a pile of rocks in a picture.  The rocks mean that's where the trail leads... near the rock piles.  And that's some of the cliffs we went across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhfhri9I/AAAAAAAAACI/FihsUoUPAlY/s1600-h/dorockpile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhfhri9I/AAAAAAAAACI/FihsUoUPAlY/s400/dorockpile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904956244495314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhvhri-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7p_KMAIBQAo/s1600-h/dosandramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8dhvhri-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7p_KMAIBQAo/s400/dosandramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904960539462626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me on the long hike near a sign in a picture on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8diPhri_I/AAAAAAAAACY/eBepn-uogb8/s1600-h/dosign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8diPhri_I/AAAAAAAAACY/eBepn-uogb8/s400/dosign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904969129397234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the way to our other hike, sleeping and snoring in the mini-van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0_hrjGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oxg6RkdhrCo/s1600-h/isasleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/SB8e0_hrjGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oxg6RkdhrCo/s400/isasleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906390763572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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And we played games.  Lots of balloons were in there, too.  We ate some cake and some little chips.  And we hunted for a treasure.  And Eva opened her presents.  I got her a set with a little cake and the ponies.  And it had lots of clothes for the ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went hiking in Rock Canyon.  Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929c9UY02I/AAAAAAAAABg/ET_CrMdU9Dg/s1600-h/cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929c9UY02I/AAAAAAAAABg/ET_CrMdU9Dg/s400/cliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178503451740001122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on a big rock on the mountain.  And there was snow under the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929dNUY03I/AAAAAAAAABo/tRt2o6H8_Kc/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929dNUY03I/AAAAAAAAABo/tRt2o6H8_Kc/s400/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178503456034968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were off the hill, but still on one.  I was on a rock near two trees and one sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929dNUY04I/AAAAAAAAABw/Fh0lZTUdnpk/s1600-h/withmommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929dNUY04I/AAAAAAAAABw/Fh0lZTUdnpk/s400/withmommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178503456034968450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mommy on the hill where the snow was.  Took a picture.  And we went down off the hill.  I was in my black fur coat and mommy was in her sweatshirt.   And I had my hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go to Squaw Peak today, but we will go next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-800377456468092484?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/800377456468092484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=800377456468092484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/800377456468092484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/800377456468092484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2008/03/squaw-peak.html' title='Squaw Peak'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R929c9UY02I/AAAAAAAAABg/ET_CrMdU9Dg/s72-c/cliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-8706009903432715380</id><published>2008-03-10T21:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:32:42.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8GdUY01I/AAAAAAAAABU/0LL3WJY1Xs0/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8GdUY01I/AAAAAAAAABU/0LL3WJY1Xs0/s400/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320534611809106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the snowman that me and mommy built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X789UY0wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7tFyD4zZER8/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X789UY0wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7tFyD4zZER8/s400/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320371403051778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of Cinderella's castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X7-tUY0xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vCIRCjlx138/s1600-h/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X7-tUY0xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vCIRCjlx138/s400/penguins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320401467822866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins at Sea World.  look at that huge pile of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8AdUY0yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0G0bbFD8_P0/s1600-h/pluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8AdUY0yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0G0bbFD8_P0/s400/pluto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320431532593954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto at Disneyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8A9UY0zI/AAAAAAAAABE/30yYHqGeiPM/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8A9UY0zI/AAAAAAAAABE/30yYHqGeiPM/s400/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320440122528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the pool with my tattoos still there.. and my bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8BdUY00I/AAAAAAAAABM/ec7ca2ELfY4/s1600-h/sledding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8BdUY00I/AAAAAAAAABM/ec7ca2ELfY4/s400/sledding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320448712463170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going sledding at the back of our house in the snow at my playground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-8706009903432715380?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8706009903432715380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=8706009903432715380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/8706009903432715380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/8706009903432715380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2008/03/isabella.html' title='Isabella'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/R9X8GdUY01I/AAAAAAAAABU/0LL3WJY1Xs0/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545443058871021856.post-1122329770518152667</id><published>2008-03-10T20:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:01:20.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day at preschool and Red Lobster</title><content type='html'>I was at my first day of preschool.  And I took a snack with some apple juice and some crackers and cheese.  I went out to the park two times.  And played police some.  We were playing bad police.  We were trying to chase people around the park.  Alex and Savannah were there.  My teachers were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Red Lobster tonight.  I ate some apple sauce and some root beer and macaroni and cheese.  I went and saw the fish in a fish tank.  And I saw the lobsters.  And I touched two.  I was with my mommy and my daddy.  And that would be about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545443058871021856-1122329770518152667?l=iza-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1122329770518152667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545443058871021856&amp;postID=1122329770518152667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/1122329770518152667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545443058871021856/posts/default/1122329770518152667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iza-b.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-day-at-preschool-and-red.html' title='My first day at preschool and Red Lobster'/><author><name>Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13577740035611024415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PchCzid0OmM/TUYmwFU_T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Yid7-3dJqWA/s220/DSC_0498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
