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well, at least how she sees it!&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-6748116871136142842</id><published>2010-12-02T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:44:56.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T5PmKhKWb04?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-6748116871136142842?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/6748116871136142842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-of-christmas-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6748116871136142842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6748116871136142842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-of-christmas-song.html' title='THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS SONG'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T5PmKhKWb04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-4035624709812688048</id><published>2010-10-29T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:45:47.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avatar pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallowe&apos;en'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallowe&apos;en pumpkin carving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carved pumpkins'/><title type='text'>THE BEST HALLOWE'EN PUMPKIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TMr0_bF_KzI/AAAAAAAABB4/xIB67l3GTaU/s1600/71908_10150288513830403_818835402_15455460_1876009_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TMr0_bF_KzI/AAAAAAAABB4/xIB67l3GTaU/s640/71908_10150288513830403_818835402_15455460_1876009_n.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today is one of my favorite days. Grandma didn't even have to drag me out of bed for school this morning. I couldn't wait to get up. It was orange, black and white day at school. We didn't have to wear our uniforms even! I put on this cool black sweater dress. I tied my Brownies scarf around my neck: it's white with orange maple leaves. I wore my black tights with a hole in them and every time I bent my knee, a kind of ladder climbed higher and higher up my leg. I looked Goth but very cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Then Grandma told me Aunt Stacey and Uncle Tom had carved a pumpkin last night. I was a bit grumbly with them for that. I wanted to carve the pumpkin with &amp;nbsp;them! But when I saw it, I stopped being mad. It was SO good. That's it at the top of this blog. It's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avatar-movie.org/"&gt;"Avatar"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! How cool is that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma made me promise not to eat too much candy at school today. She gave me soup in a thermos and &amp;nbsp;some crackers and said I have to eat them first. She's afraid I'll be all &lt;i&gt;'sugared up"&lt;/i&gt; tonight 'cause I'm going to a &lt;a href="http://www.halloween.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hallowe'en&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; party and dance at our local rec center tonight. Because I'm now a real Brownie, I'm supposed to keep my promises. But it's kinda hard to promise not to eat too much candy at Hallowe'en.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I asked her what she's giving me for Hallowe'en. She said &lt;i&gt;"How's an apple and a toothbrush?"&lt;/i&gt; Gees Grandma, you're no fun at all!&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/914417676879715605-4035624709812688048?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/4035624709812688048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-halloween-pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/4035624709812688048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/4035624709812688048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-halloween-pumpkin.html' title='THE BEST HALLOWE&apos;EN PUMPKIN!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TMr0_bF_KzI/AAAAAAAABB4/xIB67l3GTaU/s72-c/71908_10150288513830403_818835402_15455460_1876009_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-8530976078055701697</id><published>2010-10-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:12:48.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pickles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed-wetting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child blog'/><title type='text'>PEE WATCH, STRAWBERRIES &amp; PICKLES, KIDSPEAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had a great sleep last night. I even smiled at grandma when she woke me up for school. &amp;nbsp;I smiled even more when&amp;nbsp;Grandma made me blueberry waffles for breakfast. She says it's junk food but I like it. So why is it junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Anyway, Grandma was so happy to see me smiling she kept saying what a different girl I was when I've had a good sleep. I thought about that for a minute. Then I asked her:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Grandma, do &amp;nbsp;you know the difference between a strawberry and a pickle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL29Gli3ycI/AAAAAAAABA0/1x1Kp9OIfKQ/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL29Gli3ycI/AAAAAAAABA0/1x1Kp9OIfKQ/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL28-GqodiI/AAAAAAAABAw/02rrPqCVHdI/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL28-GqodiI/AAAAAAAABAw/02rrPqCVHdI/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Well I certainly hope I do Maddy. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well ... when I've had a good sleep, I'm sweet like a strawberry. And when I haven't, I'm sour like a pickle! You're a strawberry this morning too Grandma."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma thought that was really funny, but she said it was smart too. Sometimes I just amaze her. Actually, I'm quite amazing. Get this: the other day, when she woke me up, I told her I'd been &amp;nbsp;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Pee Watch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;all night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Pee Watch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"What's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well, last night, mommy told me to brush my teeth and go straight to bed. So, for a change, I did EXACTLY what mommy asked. I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed. I didn't even have a pee before bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Oh dear!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; said Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Maybe this one time you shouldn't have listened to mommy quite that closely!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Adults! Always changing their minds. They tell you what to do and when you do it, they say you maybe shouldn't have.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma started pulling back my blankets and touching the mattress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You didn't wet the bed did you Maddy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Grandma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I shouted calmly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I just told you I was on PEE WATCH all night! Don't you get it?! I kept making sure I DIDN'T wet the bed! I told mommy about "pee watch" too and she didn't get it either. You two need to learn KIDSPEAK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Adults sure can be slow sometimes, can't they.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL2_pgF1vPI/AAAAAAAABA4/4FcKEABdq4Y/s1600/PSY0409_THL_Bathroom_A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL2_pgF1vPI/AAAAAAAABA4/4FcKEABdq4Y/s400/PSY0409_THL_Bathroom_A.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/914417676879715605-8530976078055701697?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/8530976078055701697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/10/pee-watch-strawberries-pickles-kidspeak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8530976078055701697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8530976078055701697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/10/pee-watch-strawberries-pickles-kidspeak.html' title='PEE WATCH, STRAWBERRIES &amp; PICKLES, KIDSPEAK'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TL29Gli3ycI/AAAAAAAABA0/1x1Kp9OIfKQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-8139993035920688533</id><published>2010-09-14T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:34:50.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how kids think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken pox'/><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL! CHICKEN POX, MUSHROOMS AND BOYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well I'm back at school now. &amp;nbsp;Grandma says I've really changed. She doesn't get it. She says I'm not giving her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"atttitude"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. She was so happy with me today she bought me some carrot cake when we were leaving the library. That was weird for grandma as she doesn't like me eating anything with sugar in it. I think she's the one who's changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But I think I've changed too. &amp;nbsp;I think it's because I'm a big Grade 3-er now. I'm supposed to be more "mature" right? I even run better: we had gym day on Monday and I ran so fast I was faster than all the boys. Grandma said I should keep that up. She says it's good to be able to outrun the boys, especially when I'm older. She says they'll be chasing me. I told her I'd be so hot then. She burst out laughing. I think "hot" meant something to her that I didn't mean but I think I get it. See, I must be getting more mature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today at the library, I read to Grandma. She was shocked. She said even my reading has improved. She must have told me 3 times how different I am now. The story was really funny. This boy goes to buy his granddad a present. But everything he buys for his grand-dad, he wants for himself, like a candy-apple. Grandma kept laughing. She said the boy was just like me when I tell her to buy something for herself that I like. I got that! See, I am more mature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Just before we left the library, Grandma needed to go to the toilet. So did I. I told Grandma my pee smelled like mushrooms. She burst out laughing again. I'm glad I can make grandma laugh. So she asked me if I'd been eating mushrooms. I told her no. I'd eaten chicken last night. So she asked me if my pee ever smells like other things. I told her it sometimes smells like chicken. She asked what makes it smell like chicken? I told her it smells like chicken when I eat hamburger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My best friend at school's mother is also on Facebook. She posted a note tonight saying my best friend has a rash on her chest. She wondered if it could be chicken pox. My best friend's little sister said it couldn't be because she'd seen the chicken! Grandma said she wished I'd said that because that's the kind of thing the little blogger says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TJAUW-9RmyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/n5YWcb5KF78/s1600/6a00d834b8c97353ef010536ccd518970c-800wi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TJAUW-9RmyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/n5YWcb5KF78/s400/6a00d834b8c97353ef010536ccd518970c-800wi.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have to ask her if her pee smells like mushrooms. If it does, I may be in trouble. I'm itchy just thinking about it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-8139993035920688533?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/8139993035920688533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school-chicken-pox-mushrooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8139993035920688533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8139993035920688533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school-chicken-pox-mushrooms.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL! CHICKEN POX, MUSHROOMS AND BOYS!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TJAUW-9RmyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/n5YWcb5KF78/s72-c/6a00d834b8c97353ef010536ccd518970c-800wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-1036619801374424888</id><published>2010-08-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:43:37.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america&apos;s got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackie evancho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you tube AGT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americas got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGT'/><title type='text'>AMERICA'S GOT TALENT: JACKIE EVANCHO and I'M A FAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma woke me up in a hurry this morning. I thought it was because today is "excursion" day at summer camp. But no. Grandma was busting to show me a video from last night's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"America's Got Talent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. She said there was a 10-year-old singer on there that blew her away and I just had to see her. I asked her if she sings Lady Gaga songs 'cause I like singing Lady Gaga. She said &lt;i&gt;"No, not Lady Gaga ... she sings opera!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OPERA?! What the ... ?! You mean that boring stuff Poppy listens to on his old people's classic station? I can't stand that stuff!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma said &lt;i&gt;"Just sit here and watch, okay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So I did. OMG! &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe my ears. They were listening and boy, were they &amp;nbsp;paying attention this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's her name Grandma?"&lt;/i&gt; I asked when she finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jackie Evancho. So what do you think?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I almost didn't know what to say. Usually I say too much and no-one can shut me up. But this time, all I could say was &lt;i&gt;"WOW!"&lt;/i&gt; I didn't even say what I usually do when I hear a good singer ... like ... "&lt;i&gt;I can do that!" I just said "WOW!"&lt;/i&gt; So grandma played me one of her other video clips. It was done when Jackie was 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That's a cool song Grandma. &amp;nbsp;What's it called?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ave Maria"&lt;/i&gt; said Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That should get played on the radio"&lt;/i&gt; I told Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She laughed. She said,&lt;i&gt; "Before or after Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Keshia and the rest?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What do you mean Grandma?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I mean, you'll never hear that on popular radio today. That song is hundreds of years old. It's a classic!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well I don't care!"&lt;/i&gt; I said to her.&lt;i&gt; "It's a cool song ... and I hope Jackie wins America's Got Talent. She should go to Vegas!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma sighed. &lt;i&gt;"Yes, she should win but in a way, I hope she doesn't. She's way too good for Vegas. She's destined for much bigger stages all over the world".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I see"&lt;/i&gt; I said ... but I didn't really see. All I know is Jackie's amazing and I wish I could sing like that even if it is opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma told me to hurry up and go brush my teeth. In the bathroom, with a mouthful of toothpaste, I tried to sing like Jackie. Toothpaste went everywhere. Grandma was laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You might try singing without a brush and toothpaste in your mouth Maddy! I guess you're really impressed with Jackie Evancho eh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes I am and when I get home, I want to watch more videos of her singing. Can we put one up in my blog Grandma?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You bet!"&lt;/i&gt; she said. &lt;i&gt;"It's so nice to see young kids like you enjoying good music and good singers! Heaven knows there's little enough of that on radio anymore!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So here it is: Jackie's performance on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AMERICA'S GOT TALENT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; last night. And I still think she should win! Go Jackie Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPITHzdUUDk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPITHzdUUDk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-1036619801374424888?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/1036619801374424888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/08/americas-got-talent-jackie-evancho-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/1036619801374424888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/1036619801374424888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/08/americas-got-talent-jackie-evancho-and.html' title='AMERICA&apos;S GOT TALENT: JACKIE EVANCHO and I&apos;M A FAN!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-6543140278391110962</id><published>2010-08-10T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:04:46.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children not paying attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witty sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adults who talk too much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents who parent'/><title type='text'>I'M LISTENING! BUT MY EARS AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So here's me and grandma out for a little walk the other night. We wanted to check out the new &lt;i&gt;"Once upon a Child"&lt;/i&gt; shop that opened where Dollarama closed down. &amp;nbsp; Grandma said they have books, games and lots of clothes that were, well, once upon a child. But when we got there, they had just closed. &amp;nbsp;I was cranky about that. All the other shops, like Zellers, didn't close for another hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But grandma said &lt;i&gt;"Never mind. I'll take you another time. Let's walk to the bank machine. I need some money anyway".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well that was fine with me: if grandma gets out money, maybe she'll buy me something. Good plan, grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So we're walking along. I'm thinking about what Grandma could buy me and she's yapping on about how mummy can sell my old clothes to&lt;i&gt; "Once upon a child".&lt;/i&gt; Suddenly grandma stops and looks at me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are you listening to me Maddy? I asked you a question"&lt;/i&gt; she says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh sorry Grandma. What did you ask?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well if you were listening, you'd know!"&lt;/i&gt; said Grandma. She was grumpy. I tried to explain:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Grandma, I &amp;nbsp;WAS listening but my ears weren't paying attention!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma burst out laughing. I laughed too but I didn't know what was funny. She said: &lt;i&gt;"Wow Maddy! What an incredible statement you just made!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I did? What grandma? What? What did I say?"&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't remember already. She said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maddy, that's brilliant: 'you were listening but your ears weren't paying attention.' Boy I think of myself as a writer but I've never come up with something as clever as that!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well I was happy I'd made her happy. Maybe now she'd buy me an ice-cream or something. But before I could ask, Grandma started to go on and on about how that statement applied to Poppy who's deaf but won't admit it. Or maybe he's listening but his ears aren't paying attention. Or maybe he's not listening but his ears are paying attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She said something about that's a good line for politicians etc etc and I tried to listen this time but my ears were getting really tired of paying attention. So this time I stopped. Grandma said &lt;i&gt;"What?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I said &lt;i&gt;"Grandma, could you please stop talking so much. I want to ask you something ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, okay. What?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Since you think I was so brilliant and incredible and all those things, could you please buy me something with that money you're getting out?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma looked at me and smiled.&lt;i&gt; "I'm not sure I heard that Maddy. I was listening but when it comes to &amp;nbsp;spending money, my ears don't pay attention!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hmmm. Looks like what I said applies to Poppy, politicians AND grandmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh, she bought me that ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-6543140278391110962?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/6543140278391110962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-listening-but-my-ears-arent-paying.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6543140278391110962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6543140278391110962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-listening-but-my-ears-arent-paying.html' title='I&apos;M LISTENING! BUT MY EARS AREN&apos;T PAYING ATTENTION!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-6744700798910394629</id><published>2010-07-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:00:12.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping with mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids and camping'/><title type='text'>CAMPING WITH MOMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gosh it's good to be on summer holidays! The first week, Grandma had me in the &lt;i&gt;"WOW"&lt;/i&gt; camp at a big kid's college down the road. It was way cool! We did crafts and played games. We even had a talent show called &lt;i&gt;"Camper's Got Talent"&lt;/i&gt;. I've got talent in singing says my grandma. So I sang &lt;b&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/b&gt;. The kids liked it. I think I was pretty good too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But last week was even better! Mommy and I went camping! Mommy's friend and her son went with us. We stayed in a trailer in the woods. We had lots of company: mosquitoes, horse flies, black flies! I got bitten all over!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And there were snapping turtles in the lake but I didn't get snapped once! Mommy made sure I stayed away from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We did things I've never done before, like roasting marshmallows over the fire. That was SO neat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had a bit of trouble with going to the bathroom. Mommy said we couldn't just "go bush" as it might bring the bears. So each day we went into town and used the public toilets. But the problem for me with that is that I didn't always want to do a job when we were in town. But as soon as I got back, I needed to go. Mommy got mad at me for that but I couldn't help it. I told mommy my body doesn't work on demand! Does yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here's another thing that was different: we slept on beds that turned into tables when we were up. It was weird: sleeping in them one minute and eating off them later. I'm not allowed to eat in my bed but this was kinda like eating in bed, but not really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mommy took me down to the dock. I was backing up and suddenly ... splash .. I fell into the water! Good thing I can swim but it wasn't deep anyway. After that, we went and jumped off the dock lots of times. Mommy jumped too. I think she had even more fun that I did doing that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mommy loved it up there so much she didn't want to come home. She told Grandma she wants to go back. She'll even put up with the bugs. She's promised to take me up there again. I'm going to make sure she does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma always says the best things don't have to cost a lot of money. My grandma's right. This was the best. I can't wait till we do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-6744700798910394629?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/6744700798910394629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-with-mommy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6744700798910394629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6744700798910394629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-with-mommy.html' title='CAMPING WITH MOMMY'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-2549772979258783704</id><published>2010-06-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:40:54.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passing grades'/><title type='text'>YIPPEE! I PASSED! THE LITTLE BLOGGER GETS HER REPORT CARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today was report card day. Grandma picked me up from school. She couldn't even wait to get home to read it! She stood there in the middle of the sidewalk reading every word. She was making me really nervous. She kept looking for the part where it says I made it into Grade 3 but couldn't find it. Then she made me feel even worse by commenting on my marks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What's this "C" in math, Maddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" she asked me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I thought math was your best subject!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I groaned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Er Maddy ... you got a "C" in writing too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I looked at the ground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I can't see if you've made it or not ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; she said. She was getting frust-er-ated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I was dying. I was so afraid she say I'd have to stay in Grade 2 for another year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suddenly she brightened up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Here it is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; said Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You've made it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"YAY!! YAY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I screamed and screamed. I was so happy I wanted to tell everyone. &lt;i&gt;"I PASSED! I PASSED"&lt;/i&gt; I yelled. There was no-one around to hear me except Grandma. So for once she didn't tell me to shush up and calm down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You really had me worried for a minute there, Grandma! You shouldn't do that!&lt;/i&gt;" I told her. She was still looking at that darn report card. I didn't want to know any more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh what's this?&lt;/i&gt;" she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I didn't like the sound of that ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What? WHAT? WHAT NOW Grandma?&lt;/i&gt;" I asked her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Well you got an A- in acting and drama ...&lt;/i&gt;" she said. She was laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Something wrong with that, Grandma?&lt;/i&gt;" I asked her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No not at all Maddy. But it just proves what I always say about you ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's that?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're a little drama queen!" &lt;/i&gt;Grandma laughed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now, I'm not sure if Grandma was saying something good or bad about me! Adults! Sheesh! 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THE LITTLE BLOGGER GETS HER REPORT CARD!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-8227068102437691900</id><published>2010-06-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:57:58.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child blog'/><title type='text'>GOD and MRS. GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today I told Grandma about Mrs. God. I was surprised she'd never heard of her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Who's she?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I looked at her funny. I thought Grandma knew everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well she's God's wife, silly Grandma!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Oh ... of course... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; said Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"But how come I haven't heard of her before now Maddy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well she's just not as popular as God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I told her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Then how do you know she's there at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" asked Grandma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I looked at her funny again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"What's wrong with you Grandma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I said. She was making me frustrated! I sighed and explained:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"There has to be a Mrs. God, Grandma. or where did we all come from for heaven's sake! God and Mrs. God had to have children, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now Grandma looked at me funny, like she didn't know what to say. So she changed the subject a bit. She asked me this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"How come if God's wife is Mrs. God that we don't call God "Mr. God"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I thought for a moment and told her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well, God's just ... God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Hmmm... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; said Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Then why don't we just call Uncle Tom '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BILLINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;' instead of Mr. Billings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Well that kinda sounds funny Grandma. Like you can't just say BILLINGS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; asked Grandma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She was making me frustrated again. I didn't want to tell her I didn't really know why God was just God and Mrs. God was Mrs. God. After all, I'm only 7 1/2. She's 64 and it looks like she doesn't know the answer either or she wouldn't be asking me, right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TB-ZwLvKXaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/eOR-VcoD2Rw/s1600/spaceyandyedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TB-ZwLvKXaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/eOR-VcoD2Rw/s640/spaceyandyedit.jpg" width="521" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-8227068102437691900?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/8227068102437691900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-and-mrs-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8227068102437691900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8227068102437691900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-and-mrs-god.html' title='GOD and MRS. GOD'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/TB-ZwLvKXaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/eOR-VcoD2Rw/s72-c/spaceyandyedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-7475235655036813138</id><published>2010-04-30T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:27:28.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adults confuse children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language difficulties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog about a child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homonyms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how children speak'/><title type='text'>WORDS MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS TO ADULTS AND KIDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sometimes I get so confused when adults say things. Like this morning: grandma woke me up for school. I was still half asleep when she said something about me being "in poo". I frowned. What did she mean I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"in poo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. I hadn't pooed in my sleep! The only poo that I could think of was when I stepped in dog poo a couple of days ago. Was she talking about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"No no ... nothing like that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; said Grandma. She was talking about yesterday when I got into trouble with mommy. Well why didn't she just say I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"in trouble" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;instead of saying I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"in poo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Then there's Poppy. When the whole family came over for a barbeque last week, I piled my plate sky-high. Mommy had made delicious planked salmon ... one of my favourites. And she made these big yummy stuffed portobello mushrooms. And there was steak too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well I tried to eat it all but couldn't. That's when Poppy said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach Maddy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I looked at him disgusted-like. Anyone knows my eyes aren't bigger than my stomach!! I lifted my t-shirt and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Look Poppy! My stomach's THIS BIG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; He smiled. Then I put my face right close to his and said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Now look at my eyes ... ! See how much smaller they are than my stomach?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Silly Poppy. I think he needs glasses as well as a hearing aid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And even Auntie Stacey and Uncle Tom are confusing. You'd think since they're not as old as Grandma and Poppy they'd talk more like kids do. But oh no! When I tried to wear a new pair of pants that were too big for my skinny waist, Uncle Tom said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Maddy needs braces for those"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I just looked at him like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Come on Uncle Tom! Get with it. The only place I need braces is on my teeth ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S9r2ejrpJJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/baCuPyppYKU/s1600/bracesscript.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S9r2ejrpJJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/baCuPyppYKU/s640/bracesscript.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-7475235655036813138?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/7475235655036813138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-mean-different-things-to-adults.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/7475235655036813138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/7475235655036813138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-mean-different-things-to-adults.html' title='WORDS MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS TO ADULTS AND KIDS!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S9r2ejrpJJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/baCuPyppYKU/s72-c/bracesscript.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-2257212217404288986</id><published>2010-04-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:55:14.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mandarin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating too much at a buffet restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating jello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30th birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buffet restaurants'/><title type='text'>MANDARINS, LEMONS, EATING JELLO and BIRTHDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It was Mommy's 30th birthday last week so we took her out for dinner. She kept saying she's staying 29. I didn't get that. I'm 7 and want to be 8 or 9 or 13. So why does mommy want to stay 29?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandma got her a really funny card from all of us. You open it up and it plays a song. It talked about finding wrinkles and gray hair. I don't see any gray hairs on mommy yet! It also said something about being in bed at 10 instead of dawn and chasing kids off the lawn. I don't want mom to chase my friends off the lawn. Then the last line was something about drinking wine and thinking you're still 29. I guess that's where mom got the idea of staying 29?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So anyway, we took mom out for a buffet dinner. I couldn't remember the name of the place we were going. I kept asking grandma all afternoon when we were going to the lemon. She just looked confused and didn't answer me. I figured she's going deaf like Poppy. But finally we drove up and parked. I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Where's the Lemon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Suddenly everyone starting laughing at me. Aunt Stacy said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You mean THE MANDARIN!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well all I remembered was the restaurant was named after a fruit! Why do &amp;nbsp;people name restaurants after fruits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I ate so much I nearly burst! I kept going up and getting more. There was sushi ... I took 8 pieces. And pizza. And chicken. And garlic bread. Everyone kept looking at me and saying things like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"where is she putting it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"wonder when she's going to puke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I told them I was doing just fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Then I hit the dessert table. Mommy said I could only have one thing. So I took ice-cream. When I got back I showed mommy I'd only got one thing, just like she said. But I had 4 flavours. Everyone rolled their eyes and watched me eat it. I got it down fine but my tummy was starting to hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Then the people who serve up came to mommy and sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. She looked so embarrassed. I don't know why. I like it when everyone sings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So they also gave mommy a little plate. It had a tiny square of carrot cake with one candle. Guess they couldn't fit 30 candles on it. It also had 2 pieces of jello on it. One was green; the other was red. Mommy didn't want any of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So Poppy took the carrot cake and put it in his mouth in one go. Grandma took the green jello and put it in her mouth in one go. No-one wanted the red jello. It was the biggest piece. I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'll have it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and before anyone could say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"NO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I popped it in my mouth in one go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suddenly, I couldn't move my mouth. My tongue wouldn't move around the jello. My teeth couldn't bite it. The jello was just stuck there. It wouldn't go down and they all told me not to spit it up. &amp;nbsp;I felt hot. I couldn't swallow. I wanted to puke. Uncle Tom held a plate under my chin. Everyone was silent. They were all watching me. I moved my mouth a bit; I nearly gagged. I tried to swallow again. It didn't want to down. I could feel myself gagging but no way was I going to puke. Suddenly I swallowed hard and down it went. Phew!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everyone started laughing but they were still watching to see if I'd chuck. No way. Not me! I showed them, didn't I? But just between you and me, I sure wanted to puke. I never knew it could be that hard to eat jello. Did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-2257212217404288986?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/2257212217404288986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/04/mandarins-lemons-eating-jello-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/2257212217404288986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/2257212217404288986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/04/mandarins-lemons-eating-jello-and.html' title='MANDARINS, LEMONS, EATING JELLO and BIRTHDAYS!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-6500958201464764114</id><published>2010-01-28T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:08:49.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs stuck in your head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids and grandmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids being mean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad romance'/><title type='text'>DON'T ASK ME ABOUT MY DAY TODAY - LADY GAGA RULES!</title><content type='html'>When Grandma picks me up from school, she always asks &lt;i&gt;"How was your day?" &lt;/i&gt;Well yesterday I didn't even let her ask. As soon as I saw her, l looked her in the eye and shouted "&lt;i&gt;DON'T ASK ME HOW MY DAY WAS TODAY!&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did she do? She said "&lt;i&gt;Oh, did you have a bad day&lt;/i&gt;?" That's after I told her not to ask me! See, she just had to ask me, didn't she! Well it would be rude not to answer, so I told her "&lt;i&gt;YES, I HAD A HORRIBLE DAY&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Why? Something go wrong?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;THE KIDS WERE REAL MEAN TO ME!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh. Why? Did you do or say something you shouldn't?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas have a way of getting stuff out of you even when you don't want to talk about it don't they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I WAS JUST ... singing...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Singing? What, the kids don't like your singing?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrunched up my face and put on my mean kids voice to show her how they sounded: &lt;i&gt;"MADISON ... STOP SHINGING!!"&lt;/i&gt; That's what they told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's so nice. She said &lt;i&gt;"That's too bad. I like your singing. What were you singing?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think a bit. &lt;i&gt;"Wait Grandma ... I can't remember the name of the song ... oh, it's the one that goes ""Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma said&lt;i&gt; "Oh my goodness ... you were singing &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladygaga.com/splash/" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in class?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes. What's wrong with that?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well nothing I guess. Not sure the teacher would approve though..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Lady Gaga. I just couldn't stop singing it over and over! Sammy likes her too. So does Gabby ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma sighed.&lt;i&gt; "Well maybe when you sing it over and over it starts to irritate people to hear the same thing again and again. You did that 2 weeks ago and I couldn't get "&lt;b&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/b&gt;" out of my head either. Drove me nuts! You need to stop when someone asks you to ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that but I like the song. It was stuck in my head. Grandma started the car and I started singing:&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ...&amp;nbsp;Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ...&amp;nbsp;Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma screamed:&lt;i&gt; "MADISON STOP IT!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But you said you like my singing Grandma?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, but you'll get that song stuck in my head again and I just got rid of it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Lady Gaga to stop singing in my head but she wouldn't listen to me. I tried so hard to keep her in my head but she jumped into my mouth again. It was like trying not to sneeze: you can't stop it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S2GzgHk5qcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1jcg7RLbRys/s1600-h/gaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S2GzgHk5qcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1jcg7RLbRys/s400/gaga.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ...&amp;nbsp;Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ...&amp;nbsp;Rah Rah a ah ah, roma roma-ma, Ga-ga, ooh la la &amp;nbsp;... want your bad romance ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/914417676879715605-6500958201464764114?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/6500958201464764114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ask-me-about-my-day-today-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6500958201464764114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/6500958201464764114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ask-me-about-my-day-today-lady.html' title='DON&apos;T ASK ME ABOUT MY DAY TODAY - LADY GAGA RULES!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S2GzgHk5qcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1jcg7RLbRys/s72-c/gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-8378695160528016517</id><published>2010-01-15T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:04:03.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little blogger on Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti earthquake'/><title type='text'>I'M SO SAD FOR THE CHILDREN IN HAITI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This morning at breakfast, grandma showed me pictures of the earthquake in Haiti. &amp;nbsp;I felt so sad! There was a little girl with blood and bandages on her. &amp;nbsp;The little boy in the photo here is okay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01560/boy-close-up_1560010i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01560/boy-close-up_1560010i.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But grandma says a school collapsed and at least 75 children might have died. That makes me cry. &amp;nbsp;I'm so warm and happy in my classroom at school. I can eat lunch. I can go out to play at recess even though it's cold and we have snow everywhere. &amp;nbsp;Grandma found this photo of a church and school in Haiti now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01559/school_1559928i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01559/school_1559928i.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't believe there might be children under there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I was ea&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;ting breakfast yesterday, I left my crusts on my plate. Grandma looked cranky. She said "Why aren't you eating your crusts?" I said "I don't know. They're too hard?" Grandma said "There are children in Haiti with nothing to eat Madison! If they saw your crusts, they'd be fighting to get them like sea-gulls on a beach!" Now that made me feel really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Did you see how she called me "&lt;b&gt;MADISON&lt;/b&gt;" that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYShPX1clYw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYShPX1clYw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/914417676879715605-8378695160528016517?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/8378695160528016517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-sad-for-children-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8378695160528016517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/8378695160528016517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-sad-for-children-in-haiti.html' title='I&apos;M SO SAD FOR THE CHILDREN IN HAITI'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914417676879715605.post-1422164057647650200</id><published>2010-01-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:59:35.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog about a child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childrens blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be funky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child blog'/><title type='text'>MEET THE LITTLE BLOGGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi! This is Maddy.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; That's short for Madison. Madison is a boy's name but I'm a girl. It's also a last name, like Taylor. So I'm like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorswift.com/"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... my name is a last name &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; a boy's name. Isn't that cool? There's only one problem: I'm not famous like Taylor Swift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grandma says Maddy is a good name for me even if it is a boy's name because sometimes I just drive her mad. Well the way I see it, her name should be Maddy, don't you think? She's the one getting maddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Usually, when mommy or grandma or my teacher calls me Maddy, I know things are good. But when they call me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;MADISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;" it's time to run and hide.  I just know I'm in trouble!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S1CUxyp4KMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/SnTrytZYvzE/s1600-h/nailstencil.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S1CUxyp4KMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/SnTrytZYvzE/s400/nailstencil.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(we made this photo using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.befunky.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BeFunky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;" Isn't it cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well anyway, welcome to my Blog. I started a blog because my grandma's always blogging. It looked like fun. I asked grandma how to do it. She said I just have to write what I think. She said &lt;i&gt;"just tell it like it is"&lt;/i&gt;. I said&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;""But I'm only 7. I can't write very well yet. Can you help me write it?"&lt;/i&gt; Grandma said &lt;i&gt;"Okay, let's write it together. You tell me what's on your mind and I'll write it for you."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So that's what this blog is all about: Me, Maddy, the Little Blogger. And guess what? Grandma surprised me at Christmas. She did up a &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; book called &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/1022733"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LITTLE BLOGGER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for me and the family. It comes with drawings and you can color it in. If you want to know more about me, just click on the book title above.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by. I hope you'll visit often and leave me some comments too. Bye now! Gotta run! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/914417676879715605-1422164057647650200?l=samgram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/feeds/1422164057647650200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-little-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/1422164057647650200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/914417676879715605/posts/default/1422164057647650200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samgram.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-little-blogger.html' title='MEET THE LITTLE BLOGGER!'/><author><name>CRUISEROO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07759933133939472793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.digitaljournal.com/images/photo/viga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5n9_DcB1_A/S1CUxyp4KMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/SnTrytZYvzE/s72-c/nailstencil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
