<?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-3635582064730088716</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:26:57.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-4948243640603961153</id><published>2009-07-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:13:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes - boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3468"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/summerbeverage/punch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" style="color:#000;" target="_blank"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#000;padding-left:50px;"&gt;Girls Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3406"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/summerfood_quiz/cc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" style="color:#000;" target="_blank"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#000;padding-left:50px;"&gt;Girls Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-4948243640603961153?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/4948243640603961153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=4948243640603961153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/4948243640603961153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/4948243640603961153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2009/07/quizzes-boredom.html' title='Quizzes - boredom'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-7262716082055539878</id><published>2009-06-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:23:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Board</title><content type='html'>Senteo --&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SjqwHEd01YI/AAAAAAAAADk/ksKWHtIWOyw/s1600-h/senteo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348781142960297346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SjqwHEd01YI/AAAAAAAAADk/ksKWHtIWOyw/s320/senteo_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All classrooms should have a smart board because it can help people pay more attention to the lesson because it’s more exciting then someone just explaining it. Even i think sometimes that it can be boring when someone’s just explaining. When we did Novel Studies, we divided into two teams and we would play like we were on a game show. We did that for 1 chapter. The Senteos were so fun, i hate writing tests, but this was actually fun. It’s easier to do PowerPoint presentations because you just have to press the screen and stay up at the front. Attendance was fun too.. We had these little squares that had everyone’s name on it. If you were here you would click your name and it would turn grey, and if you weren’t here it would just stay blue. We didn’t do it much though because sometimes the student that would be in charge of it would forget. It would sometimes be so crowded and everybody would have to do it one at a time or your square wouldn’t change color. It was still fun though. Also when we did spelling we would just look off of there instead of wasting paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole Garcia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-7262716082055539878?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/7262716082055539878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=7262716082055539878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/7262716082055539878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/7262716082055539878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2009/06/smart-board.html' title='Smart Board'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SjqwHEd01YI/AAAAAAAAADk/ksKWHtIWOyw/s72-c/senteo_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-7086312500889494271</id><published>2009-03-26T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:17:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A watershed I live close to is Regina Beach. It is called Long Lake. Watersheds collect snow and water. It carries water after the snow melts and rain falls. In Saskatchewan, there are 13 major watersheds. They come in all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is important to me because on a hot summer day it keeps me refreshed, so that I&lt;br /&gt;can have fun and be active. If I do not drink water, I will get dehydrated. Water also washes my eating utensils, so I will not get germs. Every living thing needs water to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What and who needs water? Of course, humans need water! We need it to wash our clothes, keep clean, and stay refreshed. Animals need it to drink and live, too. The environment also needs water. If you don’t water your plants or flowers they won’t live anymore. Our clothes don’t need water to live, because they don’t live anyways, but in order for us to stay clean and not stink, our clothes need to stay clean, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can protect my drinking and cleaning water by putting a fence around it. I could put a “Hands Off!” or “Keep Out!” sign on the fence. That would tell people that they aren’t allowed to go there. I could also get a close friend or family member that I trust and ask them if they could watch my water for me, or I could guard it myself. Those are some ways I could protect my water. Water is a very important thing in everybody’s life.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Edited By: Jessica Dyck, Haley Mehlhorn, and Mrs. Perrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-7086312500889494271?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/7086312500889494271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=7086312500889494271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/7086312500889494271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/7086312500889494271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2009/03/watershed-i-live-close-to-is-regina.html' title=''/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-6709603122739564293</id><published>2009-01-19T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:12:16.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Jam♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf?myid=15909833&amp;path=2008/12/07" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=CBD10F&amp;mycolor2=EB8167&amp;mycolor3=EDDDE0&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=8&amp;grad=true" width="158" height="208" name="myflashfetish" align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:158px;height:208px;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/15909833" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SXVn0iQ5wfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W2Ck-O8rRHw/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293251089292444146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day we got out of bed at about 8:50am. We got our clothes to change into later. We were going to my Auntie’s and Uncle’s house on my Dad’s side in our pyjamas. We left the house at about 9:50am. We arrived at their house at 10:10am. Dad wasn’t there yet so we had to wait thirty more minutes. We always start by seeing what’s in our stocking. My sister, Cassie, and I always go first. There was lots of stuff in our stockings like socks, pens, candy, etc. We did youngest to oldest so my stepbrother, Dustin, and my cousins Shane, Krista, and Jessica went next. Then Mom, Dad, Auntie Mary Anne, and Uncle Tony got to see what was in their stockings. Lastly Grandma got to see what was in hers. Now comes the funnest part of all! Opening presents! Again it was youngest to oldest, but one present at a time. I got Rockband from Mom, Dad, and Cassie, a Billabong sweater from Auntie Mary Anne, Uncle Tony, and Jessica, light pink LuluLemon headband from Shane and Krista, thirty dollars gift certificate to Southland from Dustin. We opened all our presents from Grandma on Christmas Eve. This part was really fun too! Brunch! There was cinnamon buns made by grandma, something like a cheese, bacon, egg omelet(cooked in a special way), lots of goodies, like fruit and cookies, and fruit punch. After we ate, Krista and Shane had to go to Krista’s family’s house, so they had to leave. Cassie and I brought our Playstation 2 and played the Rockband I got. I played the guitar, Cassie played the drums, and Jessica sang. We took turns playing each instrument. While we were playing Dustin had to go to his house to celebrate Christmas with his mom’s side. We played Rockband for a little while. Then Grandma wanted to play cards, so we played Whist. We played Whist for about 4-5 hours. Then we ate supper. There were cabbage rolls, ranch salad, macaroni salad, and a lot more! Then Cassie and I played Rockband some more. Lastly we sang karaoke, they call it Magic Mic, It’s from the Philippines and it is very popular there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was really fun, and I can’t wait till next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole G.&lt;br /&gt;Editors: Jessica D., Haley M., My Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-5879695635842521864?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/5879695635842521864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=5879695635842521864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/5879695635842521864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/5879695635842521864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-christmas-holiday-08.html' title='My Christmas Holiday &apos;08'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SXVn0iQ5wfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W2Ck-O8rRHw/s72-c/DSC02506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-5805100046814583668</id><published>2008-12-02T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:12:28.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boyer</title><content type='html'>Bob Boyer was born near Prince Albert, Saskatchewan on July 10, 1948. He died on August 30, 2004. He was a Métis artist. His friend signed him up for the University of Regina without him even knowing. Then he got a letter saying that he got accepted. He decided to go! That was when he started his artistic career. That was in the late 1960’s. he graduated from the University of Regina with a bachelor of education degree in art education in 1971. His earliest paintings are realistic, but he soon started to work on an abstract style. My favorite paintings were “A seven arrow storm” and “Scene/seen at St. Victors”. “A seven arrow storm” doesn’t have seven arrows. It actually has twelve. It has a triangle pattern on the left and right side. It has a rectangle in the middle and an “x” in a bigger square. It looks like there are stairs. In “Scene/seen at St. Victors there are a bunch of horseshoes and animal tracks. There is a tipi, and a lot of pretty colors. What we did first at the Mackenzie Art Gallery in Regina, Saskatchewan was our tour guide, Lindsay, told us about Bob Boyer. Then we looked at a few paintings and we did an activity on what we could make with 12 circles. Then we looked at the other beautiful paintings of his. The funnest and the last part was making artwork with pastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;☆☆☆☆&lt;/span&gt; – 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-5805100046814583668?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/5805100046814583668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=5805100046814583668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/5805100046814583668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/5805100046814583668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Bob Boyer'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-2818345894769550576</id><published>2008-11-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:40:12.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Youth Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SSTqC7SdeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/c33WL6RQVgk/s1600-h/ballet+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270594799926081570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SSTqC7SdeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/c33WL6RQVgk/s320/ballet+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On November 19,2008, my class and some other classes from my school went to the Regina Youth &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt; performance. My favourite part was in the last dance when they kept on passing the scarves to the person beside them and then it came to a person and they threw it backstage. I liked it because it was really fun to watch, and I really liked the scurry dance. I thought it was really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; when they laid down on the floor with their knees up in the air and they swayed their feet side to side. The lighting on the trance dance was really pretty. I expected their to be all slow songs and lots of tutus. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt; isn’t really my style but, I enjoyed most of dances. They were very unique and fun to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;: 3&lt;br /&gt;I give it three stars because some of them were really boring to watch but lots of them were really fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Review by: Nicole G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-2818345894769550576?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/2818345894769550576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=2818345894769550576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/2818345894769550576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/2818345894769550576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2008/11/regina-youth-ballet.html' title='Regina Youth Ballet'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SSTqC7SdeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/c33WL6RQVgk/s72-c/ballet+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-113026334712681327</id><published>2008-11-18T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:36:13.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Roger had a Green Hose</title><content type='html'>When Roger had a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; hose&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't see his nose,&lt;br /&gt;And his cat had an overdose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-113026334712681327?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/113026334712681327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=113026334712681327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/113026334712681327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/113026334712681327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-roger-had-green-hose.html' title='When Roger had a Green Hose'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-6231607975542283264</id><published>2008-11-18T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:16:48.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs (Haiku)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/STwvHrQZiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jVaRVUX6sKs/s1600-h/Haiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277144672288475250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/STwvHrQZiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jVaRVUX6sKs/s320/Haiku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-6231607975542283264?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/6231607975542283264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=6231607975542283264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/6231607975542283264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/6231607975542283264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2008/11/bugs-haiku.html' title='Bugs (Haiku)'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/STwvHrQZiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jVaRVUX6sKs/s72-c/Haiku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635582064730088716.post-1473194219055144066</id><published>2008-11-04T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:38:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SRN_yy4EV_I/AAAAAAAAABA/lOSXEfr_lVY/s1600-h/art+history-nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265692899953367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SRN_yy4EV_I/AAAAAAAAABA/lOSXEfr_lVY/s320/art+history-nikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Manila Bay evening, in 1939, there was a group of three about to have a Mother-&lt;br /&gt;Father-Son fishing trip. It was the perfect day to go fishing. Isabella packed the sandwiches,&lt;br /&gt;extra snacks, and some refreshments, while her husband, Michael, and their son, Timmy,&lt;br /&gt;packed the fishing equipment. They were looking forward to this for months, so they were really excited. They were so excited that finished doing everything in ten minutes! It would usually&lt;br /&gt;take about forty-five minutes. They locked their door and off they went. Even though they had a small boat they were having one of the best times ever, even though Timmy was only four. This&lt;br /&gt;was his first fishing trip, and he was having a wonderful time! They started their fishing at&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm, and by around 7:30pm, they had caught over thirty fish. Timmy caught five fish. Some&lt;br /&gt;of them were salmon, trout, pike and they even caught a few rainbow trout. They had a lobster&lt;br /&gt;cage, so they caught lobsters too. They caught about 200 fish in the next few hours. They&lt;br /&gt;spotted a few men on land. They had a machine that looked like it made fireworks. They&lt;br /&gt;watched the fireworks from the water. They ate their sandwiches for supper. Timmy had a ham&lt;br /&gt;and cheese sandwich. Then they tried to paddle but the boat was stuck. Michael and Isabella&lt;br /&gt;hopped out of the boat, while Timmy kept on paddling. Finally they decided to give up and&lt;br /&gt;Isabella said, “Lets just spend the night here! We always bring blankets here!” “Uh, I don’t think we have any blankets in here Bella,” said Michael. She ignored him and dug through the boat&lt;br /&gt;anyway and found some. “See I told you guys!” They put their blankets on the sand and went to&lt;br /&gt;sleep with the boat left in the water. They woke up at 8:00am. They couldn’t believe it! All their&lt;br /&gt;stuff was gone. The only things that weren’t gone were their blankets and their boat. “Where are all our stuff Mommy?!” Timmy asked in a kiddish voice. “I don’t know Timmy,” “HEY!! WHERE&lt;br /&gt;ARE ALL MY FISHING RODS!? THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE YOU KNOW! Michael yelled madly.&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy?” “What? Did you take them?” “No, I think we got robbed! Right Mommy?” “Yea,&lt;br /&gt;maybe an evil monster came and stole all our stuff.” Timmy had a frightened look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just kidding. There is no such thing!” After she said that he felt better. “Well, we should go&lt;br /&gt;look around for clues of where they went,” Michael suggested. They all looked in separate&lt;br /&gt;directions. They looked for a long time. It was useless! They couldn’t find anything or anyone&lt;br /&gt;around. “I guess we have to stay the day here,” Isabella said as she sighed. “Mom? Why can’t we walk to our house?” “Well, because-----” “Timmy! We can’t walk! Look how far it is!” Michael&lt;br /&gt;yelled as he interrupted Isabella. “Didn’t we drive here in the first place?” “Oh, right! You’re&lt;br /&gt;smart little kid!” He dug in his pocket. “Wait, where are my keys? Bella, do you have them?”&lt;br /&gt;Isabella shook her head. “I’ll check the boat!” He couldn’t find them there either. He went into&lt;br /&gt;the parking lot to see if their car was there. Nope! There was nothing. “They stole our car too?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Mom! Dad! What’s this?” He gave it to his dad to examine it. “Timmy! This is a firework,”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey look! There’s a path of them! Maybe it was the people it was the people operating the&lt;br /&gt;fireworks.” They followed the path and it lead to a truck. It was probably robbers' truck. Michael looked inside and he saw keys. He checked if the door was locked, and it wasn’t . He opened the&lt;br /&gt;truck door and went inside. He looked through the back window you see if there was anything in&lt;br /&gt;the back, and he saw all their stuff. Isabella and Timmy hopped in the truck and off they went. It was muddy where their car was, so hopefully they didn’t go far. The good thing was that they&lt;br /&gt;didn’t end up going to far, and the bad thing was that there were so much people at the market.&lt;br /&gt;They parked in the back, so that the robbers wouldn’t notice them. They waited for the robbers&lt;br /&gt;to go to Michael and Isabella’s car. Why were they taking so long? They must of came there at&lt;br /&gt;the same time they did. Michael, Isabella, and Timmy were bored and tired. They almost went&lt;br /&gt;asleep, but Timmy saw them, and they were wide awake. Isabella phoned the police. While&lt;br /&gt;Michael followed them. They chased after the robbers before the policemen came. The&lt;br /&gt;police caught them when they came. It was the best fishing trip a little boy like Timmy&lt;br /&gt;could have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicole G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors: Megan M., Tanner S., Jessica D./Haley M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635582064730088716-1473194219055144066?l=nickieg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/feeds/1473194219055144066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3635582064730088716&amp;postID=1473194219055144066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/1473194219055144066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635582064730088716/posts/default/1473194219055144066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickieg.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-fishing-trip.html' title='A Great Fishing Trip'/><author><name>¤(¯`.×♥ηι¢σℓє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686445029547808493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SZZWnBYOMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3tf87iDFcEI/S220/DSC03078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylGGEysLMU0/SRN_yy4EV_I/AAAAAAAAABA/lOSXEfr_lVY/s72-c/art+history-nikki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
