<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:49:40.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGHAN'S BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1945198815146980432</id><published>2010-05-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:51:46.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Choice; Summer Time</title><content type='html'>My favorite time of the year is summer. Why? Only because I absolutely love to wear shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, my hair braided, get my natural skin complexion back, and always have a pair of flip flops or some kind of sandals on my feet. The two most important things that top this season off are barbecues and going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, when I see people wearing jeans, sweat pants, long sleeve shirts, and shoes...that's my ut most pet peeve. I don't understand because why would you want to wear that kind of clothing in hot/muggy weather?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1945198815146980432?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1945198815146980432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1945198815146980432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1945198815146980432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1945198815146980432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-choice-summer-time.html' title='Your Choice; Summer Time'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-548020499349864477</id><published>2010-05-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:01:29.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>The word freedom to me means that someone has the right to say how they truly feel, or do things they have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say they have the right to say how they truly feel, I mean their opinion about something. For example...someone was talking about them or someone that they knew very well. They're&lt;br /&gt; not just going to keep their mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like I said that they're going to want to do some things they never have done before. It could either mean two different things...either they can go and explore places they've never seen or been before. Or they can always be greedy to others,take freedom for granted, go and break laws so they will have their freedom taken away.&lt;br /&gt;My personal opinion is freedom is a right but until you break laws, then thats when you put it on the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-548020499349864477?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/548020499349864477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=548020499349864477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/548020499349864477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/548020499349864477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3795273348760089067</id><published>2010-05-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:57:59.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People In Hard Times</title><content type='html'>In my personal opinion the most important thing that you can do for someone that is going through a hard time is just asking the simple question "Is there anything I can do?" Hearing those words coming from another persons mouth, that hopefully cares about them, would just make their whole world a better place. No matter what it is they are having a hard time with...they know someone wants to help them succeed, wants them to come out of being stuck in a bad mood and be happier with themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3795273348760089067?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3795273348760089067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3795273348760089067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3795273348760089067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3795273348760089067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-in-hard-times.html' title='People In Hard Times'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-2541994078622668661</id><published>2010-04-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:45:23.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Choice.!;*</title><content type='html'>This weekend I think I am just going to stay home and help around the house. Help around the house by meaning mostly just cook meals for my brother and sister. Make sure that they are taken care of. When I know that they're alright, I have a habit and making sure my mom is okay and if she has everything she needs. The story following that is the other night when she was doing laundry she thought she had gotten something in her eye from the lint trap. So all she did put some water in her hand and fluttered her eye hoping it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night before she went to bed, instead of tears, it was blood dripping. Make a very long story short very quickly! The following Monday she went to the doctors and she has three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;styes&lt;/span&gt; on top and to on the bottom in the inside of her eye. So right now when she puts in the eye drops when she's in pain, shes practically blind out of her right eye. That's why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be staying home this weekend to help around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-2541994078622668661?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2541994078622668661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=2541994078622668661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2541994078622668661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2541994078622668661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-choice.html' title='Your Choice.!;*'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-85596669824125734</id><published>2010-04-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:09:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Jobs</title><content type='html'>From my point of view, a parent's job is pretty easy when their kids are little. Only because they don't have that many things to worry about. Not as much as they get older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand... if you have teenagers? It may or may not be not be the same as it comes out to other people. I always tell my mom thatmy sister, my brother, and I may be bad sometimes but we aren't always because it's the way you raised us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-85596669824125734?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/85596669824125734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=85596669824125734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/85596669824125734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/85596669824125734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/parental-jobs.html' title='Parental Jobs'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-5260242562039319151</id><published>2010-04-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:38:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R E S P E C T</title><content type='html'>Automatically when somebody asks me what does the word respect mean to you? A million things come to my head. But out of all of those millions of things. . Only one big one sticks out. That is treat others as you would want to be treated. As my little sister, my little brother and I were growing up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how my mom taught us to treat other people. Even people that we barely even knew. So they can treat us the same way or even better in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-5260242562039319151?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5260242562039319151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=5260242562039319151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5260242562039319151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5260242562039319151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R E S P E C T'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-4178721828760213352</id><published>2010-04-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:52:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Skin</title><content type='html'>The book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading is about a girl name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maleeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is in high school. Through out the beginning she describes how hard her growing up years have been. But all the sudden, during the middle of the school year, this girl name Charlene goes up to her one day and says, " I want you to hang out with us for one reason and one reason only!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maleeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; replied with "What?" Her answer was "to do my homework."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks went by with a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; and a fight here and there. It was always something that had to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maleeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She always thought because she was there for Charlene, that Charlene would be there for her. She had the wrong idea. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; her against everybody. following that she got in trouble with the principal, her mama and ended up doing community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; as far as I have gotten so far)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-4178721828760213352?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4178721828760213352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=4178721828760213352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4178721828760213352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4178721828760213352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-skin.html' title='In My Skin'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-777412854062529032</id><published>2010-04-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:11:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 facts; Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self explanatory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;, the only person she truly felt safe and trusted was her father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever some one  said something that Anne had not agreed with, she was not afraid to let you know how she felt. It would be her honest opinion too. Everytime she would have something to say, everyone would be quite and just watch and listen. When she's done talking and speaking her mind she would leave the area and everybody would still be in shock. Sometimes Anne would have no one to talk to and think she can trust no one so she would only trust and talk to her dad about how she felt and what she was thinking at times. At the time of the seperation at the camp, she had no one to depend on but herself. When it came down to it she's the one that had to take care of her dying sister and depend on no one but herself to fend for food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-777412854062529032?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/777412854062529032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=777412854062529032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/777412854062529032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/777412854062529032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-facts-anne-frank.html' title='3 facts; Anne Frank'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-9149152917606794872</id><published>2010-04-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:55:58.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank Movie</title><content type='html'>History has always been a subject I've been interested in. So when I seen the words "Anne Frank" on the screen, I told my self, okay this is something I can watch. Honestly, I thought that it was the most interesting "old" movie I had seen. The part where it started getting sad was when they had to pack their things to leave and hide. The oddest moment in the movie was when she had gotten up out of bed to find out she had become a women. I thought she was going to be happy and smiling. But all the sudden she started crying!! I was totally confused right there. And there was a part that did get me a little disappointed towards the end when they had gotten dragged off the train and the women gotten separated from the men. please don't ask me why that got me mad &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt; but for some weird reason it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-9149152917606794872?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9149152917606794872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=9149152917606794872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9149152917606794872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9149152917606794872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/anne-frank-movie.html' title='Anne Frank Movie'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-5871785072316774501</id><published>2010-03-31T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:01:12.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like N Dislike In School</title><content type='html'>The one thing I do like about being in school period is that no matter what time I go, what time of the year it is, or who's teaching me, I always learn something new. If not something new, I'll always figure out new and better ways to remember things that I will need to know for later on down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIGGEST subject I dislike out of everything would have to be math!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we don't get along that well. . It doesn't understand me and I don't understand it. We just don't have anything in common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-5871785072316774501?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5871785072316774501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=5871785072316774501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5871785072316774501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5871785072316774501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-n-dislike-in-school.html' title='Like N Dislike In School'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1405193885165539033</id><published>2009-12-11T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:04:32.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiX MY PARAGRAPH</title><content type='html'>Indian Reservations are areas of land given to Native American tribes by the United States government. In the 1850-60s the government decided to move Indians to a land that was unwanted by settlers. Many of the tribes did not want to move to new lands and refused. Soon the government sent in the U.S. Army and forced them to move to the new reservation lands. This caused many bloody wars between the Indians and the U.S. Army. Eventually, most Indians did move to the reservations. Today, reservations are ran by their own tribal council, and less than half of Indians live on the reservations. Many of the Indians who live off the reservations live in large western cities, like Phoenix and Los Angeles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1405193885165539033?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1405193885165539033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1405193885165539033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1405193885165539033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1405193885165539033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix-myy-paragraph.html' title='FiX MY PARAGRAPH'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3871800979272119600</id><published>2009-12-04T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:06:37.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Type 0f Pers0n i Am</title><content type='html'>Personally I think that I am the nicest person that you would ever meet. I don't just talk to certain people; I am willing to talk to anybody. And the thing that always catches my own attention is that I am constantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; and caring for other people instead of putting myself first. If I am ever put in a situation that I am not comfortable in, you and everybody in the area will know! Somehow, some way I will let somebody know that I do not like to being in the spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in, or I want to do something else so I do feel comfortable. If you were to ask some of the people that I know what do they think of my personality? I think that they would say that I am a loving, fun, caring, respectful and sometimes shy person. But then in the end they would definitely say that if I don't get my way or if somebody ignores me, I will do anything till I get my way. =')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3871800979272119600?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3871800979272119600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3871800979272119600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3871800979272119600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3871800979272119600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/type-0f-pers0n-i-am.html' title='Type 0f Pers0n i Am'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-264393069652244273</id><published>2009-12-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:53:36.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S0uNdTRaCK 0f My LiFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he only song that I could even come close in relating to would have to be Angel by Amanda Perez. In the song she talks about how she has lost somebody very close to her. All the hard times and struggles that she's going through because she lost that person. And how every night she prays that god will send her an angel to help her come through these times that she's dealing with. I think that the only real main reason this song describes me is because I almost died when I was younger, and somebody from somewhere has been watching over me ever since then. When I hear the song, it makes me think how life and people would be if I no longer existed. I keep telling myself that obviously I have a good purpose in this life because I am still here to this day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-264393069652244273?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/264393069652244273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=264393069652244273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/264393069652244273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/264393069652244273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/s0undtrack-0f-my-life.html' title='S0uNdTRaCK 0f My LiFE'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-839918534710431303</id><published>2009-12-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:00:58.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYyy Ch0iCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All day yesterday was an adventurous day for me and my family. The day for us had started around 10am and didn't end till around 7pm. My little sister had decided that she and a friend are going to go to snoball this year, so we were out looking for a dress that would fit. We went to stores around Salem and Keizer. When my mom asked her if she had seen the one that she wants yet, she said no I haven't. So all of us took a little trip up to Portland, Beaverton area. After a couple hours of being up there, I had just told my mom that I am going to stay in the car only because I was tired and my feet were hurting. Not even 20 minutes later, they came back out telling me that she had found the dress. I was kind of confused because I didn't see anything in their hands? As my mom had started the car, I asked her where are we going? She responded with," We are going back to Salem, to the downtown mall to go and get it". All I did was just laugh and lay back, and told them not to wake me until we are home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-839918534710431303?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/839918534710431303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=839918534710431303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/839918534710431303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/839918534710431303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/myyy-ch0ice.html' title='MYyy Ch0iCE'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6319626279082393688</id><published>2009-11-20T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:42:01.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I Am Thankful For</title><content type='html'>The number one thing I am thankful for is my mom because whatever I go through, she does to. I am thankful for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; for always being there. I am thankful for my brother and sister. I can always count on them to make me smile. I am thankful for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;, only because you never would expect the things that would come out of her mouth. I am thankful for the education I have. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where I would be without it. I am thankful for my bed, so I have somewhere to sleep. I am thankful for all my clothes so I can keep warm. I am thankful for the people I have in my life, the way they influence me to keep going. And I am thankful for my health, because without it I wouldn't be here to this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6319626279082393688?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6319626279082393688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6319626279082393688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6319626279082393688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6319626279082393688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Some Things I Am Thankful For'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3304849221516428647</id><published>2009-11-19T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:48:14.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEek 0Ff</title><content type='html'>I know that Monday for sure me and my family are going to come to Open House. Just so that way my mom can keep up on what and how I have been doing. For Thanksgiving my whole family is suppose to meet up at my aunt and uncle's church in Monroe. Hopefully this year there will be no drama or any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe this will be the lucky year that everybody will get along the whole time. But with my family, you will never know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; until it does. The day after Thanksgiving, my mom and I are going to go shopping for my brother and sister. But for the rest of the time of the break, most likely I will just stay inside and try to keep warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3304849221516428647?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3304849221516428647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3304849221516428647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3304849221516428647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3304849221516428647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-0ff.html' title='WEek 0Ff'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-316642586294383799</id><published>2009-11-18T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:41:00.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYyy WeEKEnd</title><content type='html'>Last weekend wasn't that exciting only because I was at home. I was busy though. I had to take care of my mom, and watch over my sister and brother. I stayed up weird hours at night to watch over my mom, only because she was sick. In a some weird way overnight, she had gotten an eye infection that was so bad that she was not able to see out of her left eye. Her upper cheek bone, eye lid, and her left temple was swollen. Still to this day she is barely starting to see colors out of that eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-316642586294383799?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/316642586294383799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=316642586294383799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/316642586294383799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/316642586294383799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/myyy-weekend.html' title='MYyy WeEKEnd'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1799016853361470940</id><published>2009-11-13T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:45:40.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology In My LIfe Today</title><content type='html'>The technology that I use in my life today is very important to me. If I didn't have my phone, honestly I think I would be lost! I don't only use my phone for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, talking and sending pictures, I also use it for the Internet. If there was no such thing as a cell phone, honestly I think I would literally curl up in a corner and not know what to do. My mom or somebody would probably have to take me to counseling or something from having withdrawals from having my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1799016853361470940?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1799016853361470940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1799016853361470940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1799016853361470940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1799016853361470940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/technology-in-my-life-today.html' title='Technology In My LIfe Today'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3546084482635072761</id><published>2009-11-02T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:41:36.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Journeys</title><content type='html'>The book that I am reading, is about when Hitler thought he was in charge. How he encouraged all the " young men " to join the youth group. How he had such a big impact on every ones lives that he controlled who went to school, where people went, who they talked to, what they ate, who they married, and even where they went. I haven't gotten very far in the book, but so far the only part that I do not like is when Hitler makes it known that if the children do want to join in the youth group, the parents have not a word to say about any disagreement, but to encourage them and tell them that they would be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3546084482635072761?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3546084482635072761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3546084482635072761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3546084482635072761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3546084482635072761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/parallel-journeys.html' title='Parallel Journeys'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-4435304322520992943</id><published>2009-10-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:54:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku   Eyes</title><content type='html'>Are hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;Easy attention getter&lt;br /&gt;Are believable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-4435304322520992943?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4435304322520992943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=4435304322520992943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4435304322520992943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4435304322520992943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku-eyes.html' title='Haiku   Eyes'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-7527092163481050394</id><published>2009-10-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:03:23.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>When I think of eyes, the kind of words that come to my mind are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adventurous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypnotizing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to tell if your happy, or sad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes could tell what type of person you are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm talking to somebody, and their eyes are opened and focused on me, then I automatically know that they are paying attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someones pupils are enlarged, they are upset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they have a glow or sparkle in their eye, to me that means they are very happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some peoples eye color change when the weather changes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends on if you know the person well or not, you can tell if they are telling you the truth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-7527092163481050394?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7527092163481050394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=7527092163481050394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7527092163481050394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7527092163481050394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-4309660084038694770</id><published>2009-10-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:03:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TREY SONGZ; I Need A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;( I like this song personally only because he's saying how he truely feels)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main topic is that he is expressing himself how lonely he gets sometimes in the music industry. It would be better for him if he had somebody there by his side, instead of being alone. He thinks he has so much to offer a lady.&lt;br /&gt;He wants a lady so badly, it doesn't matter what city he's in. Just as long as they let him know that they are the most honest one in the world. But still to this day, all the cities he has been to, he still hasn't found the one he has been looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-4309660084038694770?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4309660084038694770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=4309660084038694770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4309660084038694770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4309660084038694770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/trey-songz-i-need-girl.html' title='TREY SONGZ; I Need A Girl'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-4135163420741753838</id><published>2009-10-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:42:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion On Poetry &amp; Lyrics</title><content type='html'>My opinion on poetry or lyrics is very positive but reasonable at the same time. I think that personally, when I come across something that has been written down by somebody else, I want to read it without a doubt. Not only to see what it says, but what they have done in their lives. I think that the main reason people write down maybe lyrics to a song, or some poetry here and there, is to get some ideas or issues off of their head. Maybe they've had good times or even bad times in their life and they want to write the situation down so either they will never forget it, or it will help them clear their mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-4135163420741753838?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4135163420741753838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=4135163420741753838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4135163420741753838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4135163420741753838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/opinion-on-poetry-lyrics.html' title='Opinion On Poetry &amp; Lyrics'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8740289942362246964</id><published>2009-10-15T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:48:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^^Family Tradition^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One of my favorite family traditions would have to be Thanksgiving. Only because that is for some reason the only holiday that nobody ever gets into a argument about. Every year we always do the same thing. My aunt and uncle are pastors, therefor we always have dinner in their church. (It's really only the biggest place that all of us can fit without being crowded.) We have a routine. The kids always play games outside while the adults cook. When it's time to eat, my uncle likes to pray, so whoever is the last person with their thumbs up, they have to say grace. After we're done eating, the adults just sit around and reminisce while the kids go wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8740289942362246964?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8740289942362246964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8740289942362246964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8740289942362246964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8740289942362246964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-tradition.html' title='^^Family Tradition^^'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-5958008148563612557</id><published>2009-10-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:54:28.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Consider Home;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think the place that I would consider "home" rather then my actual house, would probably have to be my cousins house. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; there I feel so comfortable that I could possibly be at my own house. Just the way she has everything set up, it looks and feels like home. The only main difference between my house and her house is that she makes it known that she has a noise level. Only because her house is only so big and everything echos. At my house, its a little bit bigger, so there's always at least one person in each room. Therefore it doesn't echo as much. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at her house, I like the way her personality and attitude is toward everyone. She loves to say, "as soon as you have walked in my front door, you are not a guest." Everyone always laughs and then she says, " Make yourself at home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-5958008148563612557?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5958008148563612557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=5958008148563612557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5958008148563612557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5958008148563612557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-consider-home.html' title='Where I Consider Home;*'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6927507985073872699</id><published>2009-10-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:59:32.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>; { SEPTEMBER 11TH } ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honestly, the only thing that I remember about that day, was that there was so much commotion. It was on every channel on TV. I remember that I was mad because I wanted to watch a certain show, and it wasn't on because of this disaster.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The day that it did happen, I really didn't understand the situation and why. It wasn't until a couple years later that I actually understood the situation and what had happened. Still to this day, yeah I do feel sorry for the people that had lost somebody that was close to them that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know a couple people that think it's ridiculous to remember that day. For me personally, I would have the most respect for those people especially on that day!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6927507985073872699?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6927507985073872699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6927507985073872699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6927507985073872699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6927507985073872699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-11th.html' title='; { SEPTEMBER 11TH } ;'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3148291886618638735</id><published>2009-10-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:58:39.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYyy Ideal DaYyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have to say that my ideal day would have to be pretty simple. The only people that I would have with me would be my little sister, my little brother, and my mom. I would want to take them somewhere they have wanted to go for a long time to have fun. I would tell them that they could do whatever they want and that they have no amount to go by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After we were done there, I would take them shopping. All I would say is tell me where you want to go and we will. Again I would have to tell them that they do not have any specific amount to go by. The only things I would tell them is that first get what you need, and then when your done get the things that you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the day I would tell them, "Okay now we're going to go somewhere I want to go." We would go to the coast, and have dinner. This option I would leave to my mom because she knows what kind of food we all would agree on. When we were done eating, we would go walking on the sand. Only for a few minutes though because it has been a long day, and everyone is tired. Like I said, yeah it is a simple day but then it would be my ideal day with my family!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3148291886618638735?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3148291886618638735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3148291886618638735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3148291886618638735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3148291886618638735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/myyy-ideal-dayyy.html' title='MYyy Ideal DaYyy'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3444810421834557775</id><published>2009-10-01T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:50:37.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!Embarrassing^Moment!!</title><content type='html'>I think that my most &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;embarrassing moment&lt;/span&gt; would have to be the "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;" I was in just the other day. The day was going good, everything was going fine, but for some reason the way I would be talking would be all messed up! In some way I would be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;saying everything backwards.&lt;/span&gt; I even started &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;laughing at myself&lt;/span&gt; because luckily I was with my sister and she would finish what &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was trying to say&lt;/span&gt;. But even sometimes she wouldn't get the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;little key words&lt;/span&gt;. So my mom and her made me get a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pen and notebook&lt;/span&gt; and write everything down that I would say. All I have to say is that I hope that it &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;never happens to me again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;If you were there you would probably laugh at me too.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3444810421834557775?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3444810421834557775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3444810421834557775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3444810421834557775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3444810421834557775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!!Embarrassing^Moment!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1653898968872154859</id><published>2009-09-30T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:45:28.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* Fall Season * ;)</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing about the fall is probably the different clothes to come out. Around when the time comes, I always go through all my clothes, put all the shorts, sandals, swimsuits, and tanktops away, and bring out the jeans, long sleeve shirts, sweaters, vests, shoes, and boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask anybody else what do they like about fall, they would probably say the change of colors in everything, or the major change in the weather climate. I think that it sounds crazy because I hate the cold weather, and for me personally, everything changing colors, its nothing new to me. My mom always tells me part of that reason is because I was born and raised here so it's just another "normal" thing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1653898968872154859?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1653898968872154859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1653898968872154859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1653898968872154859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1653898968872154859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-season.html' title='* Fall Season * ;)'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-819912244239549569</id><published>2009-09-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:53:58.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>; AddIctIoN ^;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that the reason people get &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to anything, nothing specifically, is because of the kind of &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; they live and whether they are going through &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hard times&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;, over &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whelming&lt;/span&gt;, or the loss&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; someone. They will most likely do &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to keep their mind off it, or to "&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;" them deal with &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-819912244239549569?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/819912244239549569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=819912244239549569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/819912244239549569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/819912244239549569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html' title='; AddIctIoN ^;'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8805773506786737423</id><published>2009-09-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:36:35.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School &amp; Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To me school and education are one of the most important things in my life. They are important because without either one of these, it decides for you on what you are able to do with your future. It decides on where you can work, what you are able to do, and sometimes on where your able to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I come to school so I can help myself receive a better education. Since I have came to school more often, I have learned more things then I ever thought that I would. With this learning I have gotten, I have came much further then I ever thought that I would be able to. With what I know now I can be a much more better person later on in life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8805773506786737423?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8805773506786737423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8805773506786737423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8805773506786737423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8805773506786737423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-education.html' title='School &amp; Education'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6743351341527364130</id><published>2009-09-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:43:57.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[NATURAL!!DISASTER]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were in the spot where I lost all my things in a "natural disaster", I personally think that I would have a hard time dealing with the whole situation. If I had the choice to save one thing, I think it would be the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The reason I say pictures is because when you look at them, they will help you remember the good times that you had. They would help you and your family remember how happy you can be when you just have each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6743351341527364130?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6743351341527364130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6743351341527364130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6743351341527364130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6743351341527364130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/naturaldisaster.html' title='[[NATURAL!!DISASTER]]'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3849472611631784937</id><published>2009-09-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:40:56.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Definition ; Dedication ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The meaning of dedication in my life is that if I want to do something or interested in something, I will put my all into it. Some of the things I am dedicated to in my life are finishing school and my health. I know that some of my mother's dedications in her life are very important to her. They are being a good mom, taking care of her children, making sure that they have a good education, that they have food to eat, clothes on their back, and a place called home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3849472611631784937?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3849472611631784937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3849472611631784937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3849472611631784937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3849472611631784937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/definition-dedication.html' title='[ Definition ; Dedication ]'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8711771166751675117</id><published>2009-09-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:06:05.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Influence</title><content type='html'>I would think that the person that has most influence in my life would have to be my uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8711771166751675117?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8711771166751675117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8711771166751675117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8711771166751675117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8711771166751675117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/important-influence.html' title='Important Influence'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8809423933116429830</id><published>2009-09-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:08:12.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:^ROLE PLAYING!!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think that both roles are very important because if it wasn't for the grandparents, the parents wouldn't know how to be involved in the kid's lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it isn't true though. Maybe in a family the parents are trying to be better role models for their children, then their parents did for them. My grandparents only play a little role in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, the most they have ever taught me is that if I get married, life isn't always perfect. There are hard times, sad times, good times, and happy times. But in the end we will always be happy because we have each other. My mom plays a big role in my life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has taught me that when bad times come to worse, you will always have the ones you really love, and it always gets better before you realize it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give her much respect because of all the things she's done in her life. What she has done to take care of my sister, little brother and I. And when we thought nothing else was possible, it always started something new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8809423933116429830?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8809423933116429830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8809423933116429830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8809423933116429830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8809423933116429830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-playing.html' title=':^ROLE PLAYING!!..'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-2940265777274114908</id><published>2009-09-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:58:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBESITY CHART</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malta is the highest in the chart for obese children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lithuania has the lowest rating then any where else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems like the further away you are from the United States, the quicker the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; drops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-2940265777274114908?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2940265777274114908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=2940265777274114908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2940265777274114908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2940265777274114908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/obesity-chart.html' title='OBESITY CHART'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6962131898996201587</id><published>2009-09-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:01:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Favorite Type Of Music!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My number one choice of music would have to be Slow Jams. I really don't have a favorite artist that I listen to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you were me, I don't think that you would either because of the type of person my mom is. It's crazy but it's the truth. Honestly I know songs that were even a little bit before my time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have chosen Slow Jams because there is all different types to listen to. I love how they talk about the reality of life. How it is to grow up without a mother or a father, how it feels to have somebody to care about you the same way you care about them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What different feelings and emotions you get when you accomplish things in life, when everyone had told you that you would fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6962131898996201587?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6962131898996201587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6962131898996201587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6962131898996201587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6962131898996201587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-type-of-music.html' title='*Favorite Type Of Music!.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-820518803523724236</id><published>2009-09-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:01:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYyy SUMmERr</title><content type='html'>This year my summer was pretty good. I had spent alot of time with my family and close friends. During that time, we had gone to the beach, gone out to eat, and went to the park, while my little brother played basketball, my sister and I had swung on the swings. No matter what we did we were always together. The funny part is that no matter where we were, or even who was round, we would find something to do. Even if we had to act retarded to keep ourselves busy!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-820518803523724236?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/820518803523724236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=820518803523724236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/820518803523724236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/820518803523724236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/myyy-summerr.html' title='MYyy SUMmERr'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-569297272439711729</id><published>2009-04-20T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:57:02.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre - Writing</title><content type='html'>I believe in accomplishing things in life. I believe in this because if someone really puts their mind to something and maybe has a person by his / her side, they can do anything they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have accomplished things that I always thought that I could never do. Throughout this entire situation I have had my mom, a few family members, and a few others by my side saying " Meghan, you are doing so well.. keep up the excellent work." My situation is that I never thought that I would finish school. When I went to middle school, my attendance was good enough to say that yeah I was there, so what. My freshmen year I started off well, but torwards the end i started messing up. Sophmore year, I had promised myself that im going to do the best that I could and start going to school and doing my work. I had followed my promise all the way through that school year. As soon as my junior year hit me, I finally realized that I really need to put my ALL into what im doing, and step my game up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all doing so well until one day a teacher had called me to the side and said that she would like to speak with me for a minute. She said that I was missing a little assignment in her class and that she wanted me to stay after to finish it up. I had told her repeatedly and politely that i was not able to only because I am babysitting directly after school. I guess that she didn't like my answer because when I had turned to walk away, she had grabbed my arm to get my attention.. But honeslty, that had only made me more mad. So all I did is just look at her, and turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day as soon as I had gotten home and told my mom the situation, she immediately and had me transfer to a different school. for the rest of the year, it went good. my attendance was increasing, my grades were going alot higher, etc. So following that, I had proven to my mom that as long as I was never in that teachers class again, I will do very well. As I was going into my senior year, my little sister was a freshmen. That was another reason my mom wanted me to go back to the other school. So I had attended school on a regular basis for a couple months. But when it was time for schedule changes, I had immediately wanted to quit school, because I didn't feel like dealing with the drama from that specific teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-569297272439711729?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/569297272439711729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=569297272439711729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/569297272439711729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/569297272439711729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-writing.html' title='Pre - Writing'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1259472175666730117</id><published>2009-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:10:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe Brainstorming</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that no matter what you come by in life, there's always a way to get through it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happends&lt;/span&gt; for a reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that in life, everyone at least deserves a second chance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that if you put your mind to something, you can do anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in accomplishing things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1259472175666730117?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1259472175666730117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1259472175666730117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1259472175666730117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1259472175666730117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe-brainstorming.html' title='I Believe Brainstorming'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6621807473892859302</id><published>2009-04-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:16:48.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like And Dislike About Salem</title><content type='html'>Some of the things that I do like about Salem are that where ever you're at, you can always find some where to go or even something to do. There are so many parks, buildings with activities to do inside, malls, etc. I was born and raised here, I know a good amount of people here, and most of my family lives here. A couple of things that I don't like is that mainly every corner you turn, there is someone holding a homeless sign. Also everyone has their own opinion, and some people think that Salem is a bad place for kids to grow up at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6621807473892859302?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6621807473892859302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6621807473892859302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6621807473892859302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6621807473892859302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-and-dislike-about-salem.html' title='Like And Dislike About Salem'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6901511930516716552</id><published>2009-04-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:03:50.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is  It  Important ? .</title><content type='html'>I think that you should stand up for your family without hesitating one second. No matter what the situation is. Because automatically you should know that if you were ever in a situation, they would do the same exact thing for you too. You should also be able to stand up for you friends because if they were that good friend that you have always thought of them as, you would probably assume that they would do it for you without thinking about it twice. Yeah I have had to stand up for my family, but I've never been in the situation to stand up for my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6901511930516716552?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6901511930516716552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6901511930516716552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6901511930516716552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6901511930516716552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-s-i-t-i-m-p-o-r-t-n-t.html' title='Is  It  Important ? .'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3511041793933667803</id><published>2009-04-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:19:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>; Double Identity ;</title><content type='html'>Lately at home I have been reading this book called &lt;em&gt;Double Identity&lt;/em&gt;. Honestly when I looked at the cover, and the title, I thought that it was going to be another boring book. But I was wrong. So far this book is about a little 12 year old girl who has been under her parents care her whole life. They dont let her go to friends house, to the malls / stores, don't let her go on field trips with her classmates at school, nothing. One day she came home from school to find her suitcases already packed by the front door. She asked her father where they were going? She got no answer. Her, her father, and her mother all got into the car and just drove. I think that the book said that they drove across 6 states. Her father had taken her to her "aunts" house, (a lady that she has never met) and dropped her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is as far as I have gotten in this book right now.. But I am going to keep reading, because to me this is just starting to get interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3511041793933667803?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3511041793933667803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3511041793933667803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3511041793933667803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3511041793933667803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-identity.html' title='; Double Identity ;'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-2124019267625238015</id><published>2009-04-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:03:11.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions: Ipod Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To turn the power on, you hold the button at the top for 5 seconds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch the little box with the subject that you are trying to go to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold the button at the top for 5 seconds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch the bar and slide it to the right until it clicks, to turn the power off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-2124019267625238015?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2124019267625238015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=2124019267625238015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2124019267625238015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2124019267625238015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/instructions-ipod-touch.html' title='Instructions: Ipod Touch'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3618075640667580621</id><published>2009-04-01T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:12:17.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!ROOTS!!</title><content type='html'>cide,cise- kill, cut&lt;br /&gt;homicide, suicide, insecticide, exercise, scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupt-break&lt;br /&gt;erupt, eruption, rupture, corrupt, interrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sect-cut&lt;br /&gt;sector, section, intersect, disect, insect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3618075640667580621?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3618075640667580621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3618075640667580621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3618075640667580621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3618075640667580621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html' title='!!ROOTS!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3091749158146455220</id><published>2009-04-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:07:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^opinion^paragraph^</title><content type='html'>I think that a reason people write music and poetry is because it's a positive way for them to express  how they feel about something. Not anything specific. Maybe something from their childhood, something horrible that happened to them, or maybe even something that was good and they remember every detail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3091749158146455220?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3091749158146455220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3091749158146455220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3091749158146455220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3091749158146455220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/opinionparagraph.html' title='^opinion^paragraph^'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-585976272181357820</id><published>2009-03-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:01:29.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) SPRING BREAK (:</title><content type='html'>The first day of spring break, I went and took my little sister to go and get her bottom lip pierced. For some weird reason though my spring break seems like it was extremely extended!!!! LoL. There was a couple times that I went shopping for clothes, jewelery, shoes, the usual. But honestly, the rest of the time I was either babysitting to make money, or I was babysitting my little sister and my little brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-585976272181357820?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/585976272181357820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=585976272181357820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/585976272181357820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/585976272181357820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title=':) SPRING BREAK (:'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3645775309304255560</id><published>2009-03-16T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:59:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry 180 &lt;.Review.&gt;</title><content type='html'>At this website you will find different kinds of poetry and their authors. The subjects of poetry veries from real life problems to all ideas of fairytales. My opinion on this website is that it's a good website to look into. I'm not the biggest fan in the subject of poetry, but I do like some of these ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3645775309304255560?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3645775309304255560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3645775309304255560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3645775309304255560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3645775309304255560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/poetry-180.html' title='Poetry 180 &lt;.Review.&gt;'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-7801991386789118595</id><published>2009-03-11T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:17:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS MISSED</title><content type='html'>pop-people&lt;br /&gt;population, popular, populance, pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mater, matr-mother&lt;br /&gt;maternity, maternal, matriarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pater, patr-father&lt;br /&gt;paternity, paternal, patriarch, patron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-7801991386789118595?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7801991386789118595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=7801991386789118595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7801991386789118595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7801991386789118595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots-missed.html' title='ROOTS MISSED'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-9058676111927461609</id><published>2009-03-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:07:08.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion On Barbie Dolls</title><content type='html'>I think that Barbie dolls are in a certain way good for little girls. By playing with these Barbie dolls, they can pretend, imagine things, and maybe they can use the dolls to help them figure out what they want to do in the future. The little girls I know, they love to play with dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-9058676111927461609?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9058676111927461609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=9058676111927461609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9058676111927461609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9058676111927461609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/opinion-on-barbie-dolls.html' title='Opinion On Barbie Dolls'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6979011625769439636</id><published>2009-03-04T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:06:00.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal: Where do people come up with their beliefs?.</title><content type='html'>I think that the way some people form their beliefs is by something that had dramatically happened to them, something that someone had said or even done for them. Or even something that they had seen with their own eyes. I think this is the way it is only because anything is able to happen no matter where you're at. By saying this meaning you could be any where in the world, something could just happen one time, and it could change a person's life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6979011625769439636?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6979011625769439636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6979011625769439636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6979011625769439636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6979011625769439636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-where-do-people-come-with-their.html' title='Journal: Where do people come up with their beliefs?.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6825719048089502089</id><published>2009-03-03T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:59:01.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rOOts</title><content type='html'>Ter- land&lt;br /&gt;territory, extra terrestrial, terrain, terrace, terrerium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar-sea&lt;br /&gt;marine, maritime, marsh, submarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo-earth&lt;br /&gt;geology, geological, geography, geothermal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTENCE: Geography facts show that extra terrestrials like to be in submarines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6825719048089502089?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6825719048089502089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6825719048089502089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6825719048089502089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6825719048089502089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html' title='rOOts'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-9152425644075883478</id><published>2009-02-27T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:02:22.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAWL LEADS TO ARRESTS, INJURIES (response and opinion)</title><content type='html'>My opinion about this article is that they could have solved the problem in a different way. The reason I say this is because these are supposed to be almost "grown" people, and they are fighting with people much younger kids then themselves. By doing this and letting the community find this out, they are kind of telling younger kids that it is okay to fight out problems. The big thing that they are letting them think is that it's okay to beat up some one so bad that in the end they're in the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-9152425644075883478?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9152425644075883478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=9152425644075883478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9152425644075883478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/9152425644075883478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/brawl-leads-to-arrests-injuries.html' title='BRAWL LEADS TO ARRESTS, INJURIES (response and opinion)'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3690926011675583545</id><published>2009-02-26T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:28:17.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS MISSED</title><content type='html'>Man- hand&lt;br /&gt;manicure, manuscript, manual, manufacture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ped-foot&lt;br /&gt;pedistrian, pedicure, pedal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psych-mind&lt;br /&gt;psycho, psychology, psychologist, psychic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dict-say&lt;br /&gt;dictionary, dictator, dictation, predict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrib, Script-write&lt;br /&gt;scribble, scripture, manuscript, prescription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aud-hear&lt;br /&gt;audience, auditorium, audition,audio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap-head&lt;br /&gt;decapitate, capital, captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardi-heart&lt;br /&gt;cardiologist, cardiac arrest, cardiovascular, cardiogram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corp-body&lt;br /&gt;corpse, corportation, corporal punishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firm-strong&lt;br /&gt;comfirm, affirm, infirmary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flex, Flect- bend&lt;br /&gt;flexible, reflection, deflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form-shape&lt;br /&gt;deform, conform, transform, formation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3690926011675583545?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3690926011675583545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3690926011675583545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3690926011675583545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3690926011675583545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots-missed.html' title='ROOTS MISSED'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8477692021437451958</id><published>2009-02-26T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:52:49.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIX SENTENCES</title><content type='html'>1. I remembered all the details of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The coach thanked the entire swim team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best feature of that car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After years of dry weather, the farmers hoped for rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is the movie theater on this street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At the trial, the judge spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We thought we could save time by taking a shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Some of the litter on the beach is made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Shala invited friends to her house for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Our town is building a skateboard park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8477692021437451958?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8477692021437451958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8477692021437451958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8477692021437451958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8477692021437451958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/fix-sentences.html' title='FIX SENTENCES'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-7967521874382467690</id><published>2009-02-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:57:22.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>Scop- see&lt;br /&gt;telescope, microscopic, periscope, scope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec- see&lt;br /&gt;spectator, spectacle(s), inspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid- see&lt;br /&gt;video, videographer, evidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-7967521874382467690?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7967521874382467690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=7967521874382467690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7967521874382467690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7967521874382467690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8043733416792082119</id><published>2009-02-24T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:57:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!MY!!SICKNESS!!LoL(EXCUSE 4BEING ABSENT)</title><content type='html'>This whole time that i have been absent from school, I have seen and heard things that if I had a choice, I would never want to hear!! I have had so many tests done at OHSU. Throughout my entire life I have had to have several surgeries done.... To make a long story short, from what I have heard,I may have to have a major surgery done again!! LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8043733416792082119?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8043733416792082119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8043733416792082119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8043733416792082119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8043733416792082119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/mysicknesslolexcuse-4being-absent.html' title='!!MY!!SICKNESS!!LoL(EXCUSE 4BEING ABSENT)'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-8004279135816062750</id><published>2009-01-26T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:58:26.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^Oregon^Essay^^</title><content type='html'>The picture that I took was of the capitol building. Everyday in that building many events take place. For example, that is where laws are made, it is where legislation takes place, etc. To people Salem is a city that is important to see, because of the capitol building, and the goldman. Then to other people that have lived in Salem either most of their life or all of their life, the capitol is just another building that is surrounded by many trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-8004279135816062750?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8004279135816062750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=8004279135816062750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8004279135816062750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/8004279135816062750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/oregonessay.html' title='^^Oregon^Essay^^'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1561788108401863862</id><published>2009-01-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:04:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!Complex Sentence Combining!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cole shuddered, as he had another spasm, with chills, and Rosy shoved Edwin, but the shove was light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sipped water, as the water was in the glass, so she held the glass to his lips, while he struggled to swallow the pills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cole closed his eyes, as Rosy cleaned and bandaged his wounds, while his wounds were still open.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1561788108401863862?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1561788108401863862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1561788108401863862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1561788108401863862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1561788108401863862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/complex-sentence-combining.html' title='!!Complex Sentence Combining!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-3421569529290365540</id><published>2009-01-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:57:57.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sentence.Correcting.</title><content type='html'>1. His daughter asked a question, and it was a difficult moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The fog was thick, and it was hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He felt sick as he got ready to throw the grenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He threw the grenade, and it made a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiowa gave him some advice, but it didnt help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He gets upset when he thinks about the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-3421569529290365540?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3421569529290365540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=3421569529290365540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3421569529290365540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/3421569529290365540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentencecorrecting.html' title='.Sentence.Correcting.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-2230194072822192288</id><published>2008-12-10T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:04:49.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Angry Moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A TIME MY MOM HAD GOTTEN ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that I can remember happened a couple weeks ago. My mom had invited a few people over to hang out. As the night went on and it got later, a close friend of hers had shown up unexpectedly. My mom was shocked. She had looked over at me and said, " Meghan, I don't know what to do?" A few minutes had passed.. and that girl that had shown up started flipping out on everyone! Just saying unnecessary things to the wrong people. (obviously my mom got just a little upset). So my mom nicely tried to escort her out the front door and down the street. Come to find out, this lady had started hitting my mom, so my mom defended herself. (my mom beat this lady up bad!!) Anyway, to make a long story short.. the cops were called, the lady was arrested and my mom had just recieved a warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-2230194072822192288?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2230194072822192288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=2230194072822192288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2230194072822192288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/2230194072822192288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/angry-moment.html' title='..Angry Moment..'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-7058828521224077836</id><published>2008-12-09T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:53:05.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeNtEnCe CoMbInInG</title><content type='html'>:As the shelter burned, the flames rumbled through the valley. They were so loud that it sounded like a freight train, as the flames sucked at the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:As the flames sucked at the air, they rumbled so loud, almost as loud as a freight train. Now the flames had rumbled through the valley, as the shelter burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-7058828521224077836?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7058828521224077836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=7058828521224077836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7058828521224077836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7058828521224077836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-combining_09.html' title='SeNtEnCe CoMbInInG'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-4234389442095027702</id><published>2008-12-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:53:03.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:SPIRIT BEARS:</title><content type='html'>A spirit bear is actually an oxymoron, its a white colored - black bear. It's not an albino bear, its a very rare double recessive gene that alllows the unique adaptation to occur.An island in Alaska called,"Princess Royal Island," is covered with temperate rain forests, streams full of salmon and enormous cedar trees which the bears use for denning during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbo4WzTuHpQ/ST1XY7YX-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ae3bVWds_Ck/s1600-h/kermode-bear_933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277470424116493010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbo4WzTuHpQ/ST1XY7YX-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ae3bVWds_Ck/s320/kermode-bear_933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, this white bear is really a black bear. These bears are known as white spirit bears and there are fewer than 100 of them all on Princess Royal Island off the west coast of Canada.They're called spirit bears and fewer than 100 of these animals are alive today. They survived the Ice Age, but now could be close to extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/EARTH/9511/spirit_bears/"&gt;www.cnn.com/EARTH/9511/spirit_bears/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-4234389442095027702?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4234389442095027702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=4234389442095027702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4234389442095027702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/4234389442095027702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirit-bears.html' title=':SPIRIT BEARS:'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbo4WzTuHpQ/ST1XY7YX-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ae3bVWds_Ck/s72-c/kermode-bear_933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-5535180244563349698</id><published>2008-12-03T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:00:56.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!! SCARRYY MOMENT !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The only thing that I can remember that was scary..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A while ago I had taken my little brother to the mall for his birthday. We were in one of his favorite stores,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and as I had reached up to get something off the shelf,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I turned around and he was gone!! I freaked out. Little did I know that he had gone across the hall..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to go and buy a couple games from the game store. LoL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-5535180244563349698?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5535180244563349698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=5535180244563349698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5535180244563349698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/5535180244563349698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/embarrasing-moment.html' title='!! SCARRYY MOMENT !!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-378038873389875045</id><published>2008-12-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:03:04.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining!!!!</title><content type='html'>1. Not only did Janet direct the band, she also played the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anthony is a fine writer, but Jake is a fine writer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maria is a fast reader; she has just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;War and Peace&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That girl is a whiz at math; she always has a calculator in her hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-378038873389875045?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/378038873389875045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=378038873389875045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/378038873389875045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/378038873389875045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining!!!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-895075240484784747</id><published>2008-12-01T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:03:39.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Weekend</title><content type='html'>My holiday weekend was very long and some what tiring. The day before Thanksgiving my mom had taken my little brother, my little sister, and I shopping for a new outfit. The day of Thanksgiving we got up around nine am. We left my house around 10 - 10:15 to go to Bend. It's like a 7 hour drive.. We stayed there until late Saturday night. When we came back, my little sister and I got ready to go out to the club with a couple friends. We left my house about ten thirty, and came home about two. Sunday morning my whole family just layed back around the house watching movies all day. I guess you could say that it was a lazy day. That was my Holiday Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-895075240484784747?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/895075240484784747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=895075240484784747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/895075240484784747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/895075240484784747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-weekend.html' title='Holiday Weekend'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-6448182552871508950</id><published>2008-11-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:02:14.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed Sentences</title><content type='html'>Lettuce all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;Because the tornado was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Try and get here on time.&lt;br /&gt;Can I go with?&lt;br /&gt;I should of studied for that test.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is lettuce all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;Millions of homes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt; because the tornado was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Will you try and get here on time?&lt;br /&gt;Can I go with you?&lt;br /&gt;I should have studied for that test.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lettuce shredded all over the table top. Later that day millions of homes were destroyed only because the tornado was completely unexpected. Someone said "Will you try and get here on time?" And the other person had said "Wait, can i go with you?" The next day when I got to school I was thinking to myself, "I should have studied for that test." A few minutes later I had walked down the hall, and seen that a couple people were selling cookies. I really wanted some.. so I reached into my pocket to get some money. I looked over at my friend and said, " I dont have any money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-6448182552871508950?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6448182552871508950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=6448182552871508950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6448182552871508950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/6448182552871508950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/fixed-sentences.html' title='Fixed Sentences'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-1595069743407659287</id><published>2008-11-17T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:06:42.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing Formatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The quick brown fox jumped over t&lt;img class="gl_list_num" alt="Numbered List" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;he lazy dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Meghan. My name is Meghan. My name is Meghan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;hello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good bye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lists are fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-1595069743407659287?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1595069743407659287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=1595069743407659287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1595069743407659287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/1595069743407659287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/practicing-formatting.html' title='Practicing Formatting'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700932865216903140.post-7534635890103127396</id><published>2008-11-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:15:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMS</title><content type='html'>In my next poem i'll have ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:facts about cell phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:manicures &amp;amp; pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't just have a certain kind of style of clothing that i wear.... I have a wide majority of different colors, materials, styles. For the shoes i wear flip-flops, vans, baby phats, a pair of south-poles. Facts about the cell phones.. i've had a few so i could say on how they are diffferent and how they were similar. A couple favorite movies. And just done newly manicures &amp;amp; pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7700932865216903140-7534635890103127396?l=meghansblog2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7534635890103127396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7700932865216903140&amp;postID=7534635890103127396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7534635890103127396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7700932865216903140/posts/default/7534635890103127396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansblog2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/poems.html' title='POEMS'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140436982603097529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
