<?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-3055072166171906824</id><updated>2012-01-31T11:34:14.045-08:00</updated><category term='tour'/><category term='pensylvania'/><category term='susuki'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='beach'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='colonial williamsburg'/><category term='eggs'/><category term='Geogrophy'/><category term='benny'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='homework'/><category term='caterpillars'/><category term='disney world'/><category term='magic treehouse'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Clay'/><category term='pets'/><category term='hermit crabs'/><category term='performance'/><category term='typed'/><category term='voteforme'/><category term='farm'/><category term='science'/><category term='kids'/><category term='written'/><category term='bunnicula'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='reading'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='hunting.'/><category term='Earth Hour'/><category term='the Red Priest'/><category term='games'/><category term='reading rainbow'/><category term='experiment'/><category term='dictated'/><category term='home educator week'/><category term='running'/><category term='races'/><category term='history'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='toy reviews'/><category term='Chemistry'/><category term='scientific method'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='stories'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>All About Benny</title><subtitle type='html'>Things about Benny and what he does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7969614455744771248</id><published>2011-12-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:19:53.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic music research: the Bouzouki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.p-zaranis.gr/petros_files/enchorda/New_bouzouki_Big.jpg" src="http://www.p-zaranis.gr/petros_files/enchorda/New_bouzouki_Big.jpg" width="262" height="825" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a bouzouki. I've played one before, and it was really familiar. An Irish bouzouki is tuned an octave lower than the mandolin (G D A E) but the one I played was Greek, and tuned a fifth below the ukulele (C F A D). It's like a cross between a mandolin, guitar, and ukulele. This instrument was brought to us by Greece, and then toyed with over the years. At some point it collected a fourth string, and then the Irish made a different version of it. After that, it became popular as an instrument in an Irish fiddle ensemble, as we know it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7969614455744771248?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7969614455744771248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7969614455744771248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7969614455744771248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7969614455744771248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/12/celtic-music-research-bouzouki.html' title='Celtic music research: the Bouzouki'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5759014047830867004</id><published>2011-11-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:27:09.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My minecraft blog</title><content type='html'>I post all of my minecraft mojo and such onto my brand-new blog! It's called &lt;a href="http://bennysminecraft.blogspot.com/"&gt;the world of Benny's Minecraft&lt;/a&gt;, and it holds TONS of Minecraft ideas, creations, and pranks! Well, right now, it's at its beginning, and I'm posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5759014047830867004?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5759014047830867004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5759014047830867004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5759014047830867004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5759014047830867004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-minecraft-blog.html' title='My minecraft blog'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5291285874251996474</id><published>2011-08-20T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:35:05.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beowulf</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Beowulf in preparation for the HSOBX (Homeschool Out of the Box, please don't confuse this with Outer Banks) co-op class so that I don't run out of time doing  my homework. I read up to the point where Beowulf announced that he will fight Grendel in hand to hand combat. I also learned some Old English thanks to owning a bilingual copy with the original text on the left, and the translation on the right (e.g. Ecgþeowes|Ecgtheow's). What I've learned is two characters that appear in Old English, but not "new" English: Þþ and Ðð. Both sound like "Th" but I can't find out weather or not there are specific words that attach to one of these characters. I did like the part where Grendel came and trashed the new city that everyone got excited about. I think it moves along quite quick. The only parts that don't are the parts where the guard halts the Geaks, or Beowulf makes a speech, or something like that. I also like the fact that there are little numbers beside every 10 lines that tell me what line it is. For example:&lt;div&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;     ________&lt;br /&gt;10 ________ and so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about that is that I know how much longer I have until mom's end line. I'm always curious to know, because sometimes, I don't want to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5291285874251996474?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5291285874251996474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5291285874251996474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5291285874251996474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5291285874251996474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/08/beowulf.html' title='Beowulf'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2214045047698984610</id><published>2011-07-22T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:48:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker family band fiddle camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKTeAx2rjyA/Tim307c0ULI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IvSHin6ZLv8/s1600/263910_10150240370063611_763293610_7399711_7060792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="416" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKTeAx2rjyA/Tim307c0ULI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IvSHin6ZLv8/s400/263910_10150240370063611_763293610_7399711_7060792_n.jpg" width="573" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I went to fiddle camp with the Walker Family Band. I brought my violin, cello, and mom's guitar, and had six classes a day, with occasional breaks; Breakfast, Lunch, recess, and dinner. I am displayed in the final concert in a cello trio. I'm in between Scott Walker (Right), and Linda Minke (Left). First I go to an advanced guitar class with Scott (Not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; Scott, we call him Scooter), where we learn chords (e.g. Edim, E9, C#9, and C#6), and tunes. Next I bring my cello to a chamber ensemble with Linda Minke. Then I go to an advanced fiddle class with Matt Brown, where I learned: Islander's Farewell, New 5 Cent Piece, and Blackberry Blossom. Then I have lunch. Then I had a cello class. I was the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; cellist besides Scott himself, so we started a trio with Linda, and played for the final concert! Next I take my cello to another ensemble with Matt. Finally I play my violin in an advanced irish class with Scott. We have special events: a jam session every night, a bonfire on Friday, kayaking on Thursday, and swimming any time we want! 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(which probably amazed his physician.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Saxons were rivals &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;king Arthur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hadrian's wall gives a really sweet view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2658413141751285434?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2658413141751285434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2658413141751285434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2658413141751285434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2658413141751285434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-learned-from-watching-movie.html' title='What I learned from watching a movie about king Arthur'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7529953552526788841</id><published>2011-04-13T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:02:58.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZVqd25ZbBg/TaZVyvkKQrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8pIPDqj-WWQ/s1600/Idiots%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZVqd25ZbBg/TaZVyvkKQrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8pIPDqj-WWQ/s320/Idiots%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595253917304373938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7529953552526788841?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7529953552526788841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7529953552526788841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7529953552526788841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7529953552526788841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/04/idiots.html' title='Idiots'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZVqd25ZbBg/TaZVyvkKQrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8pIPDqj-WWQ/s72-c/Idiots%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7179593153678114661</id><published>2011-02-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:35:19.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin day</title><content type='html'>I had a day full of Latin today. A day with a test, a Harry Potter class, a Roman Coin class, and a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The test was like the test I always get every year as a homeschooler. I get a sheet for writing answers on, and a sheet for looking at the questions (not the answers unfortunately). I saw a whole lot of grammar (e.g. Which word is the subject in this sentence: "Marcus ad ludum ambulat"?&lt;br /&gt;a. Marcus   b. ludum   c. ad   d. ambulat), vocabulary most of all (e.g. horse is to: a. equus   b. ursus c. vacca   d. mus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This has nothing to do with learning about spells, magical creatures, or anything that has to do with magic. This class teaches us about the Latin in those spells, and even the names of the teachers. After that, we split up into the four houses, and we did a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roman Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is all about the roman coins! We learned the parts of the coin, and then we got roman coins to examine, and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt;! We found and translated the legend, and even looked at them via microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The play was about the Iliad. It was written by the actors, who were around my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked today, and even learned more Latin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3055072166171906824-7179593153678114661?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7179593153678114661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7179593153678114661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7179593153678114661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7179593153678114661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/02/latin-day.html' title='Latin day'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2009170956344903</id><published>2011-01-27T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:16:59.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tale of Flann and the Dancing Tree</title><content type='html'>Flann was going through the forest with Gwair, Talorc, and Guenon, and then they saw a beggar going down the path, in the same direction as the four, and Gwair asked for his reason. He said he was going to Bath, the same direction &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; were going! Flann asked his name. "My name is Merlin." Merlin asked them of a mission. To illustrate a book for little kids. Flann was the first to take the book to illustrate it.&lt;br /&gt;  Merlin mounted Talorc's horse and the five set off for Bath. When they got there, they dropped off Merlin, and then the four go into the woods. It wasn't too long before they got attacked by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt;! The bear attacked Flann first. His arm was nearly off! Soon the bear was defeated, and everyone did first aid on Flann.&lt;br /&gt;  Gwaire took the bear meat, and the skin, and they were off. They found an abbey, and stayed for a while, and then, they finally made it to maiden castle!  They fought four squires in front of Sir Cadmon, who was testing them. They soon got jobs. Flann was a cook, Talorc was in charge of the stables, Gwair was in charge of armor, and Guenon was a battle strategist.&lt;br /&gt;  Soon, Flann went into the armory, and Guenon was talking to Gwair, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strangest&lt;/span&gt; part of Guenon, was that he was using an unusually high voice for a man, and Gwair was addressing him as Guenonna! He obviously was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;! Almost immediately, the four were called on by Sir Cadmon.&lt;br /&gt;  They made their way to Sir Cadmon's quarters. "You wanted to see us, Sir Cadmon?" asked Flann. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; Cadmon. Yes I did." said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; Cadmon. He told them that a hunter found a dancing tree with silver leaves in a clearing, and that that hunter would take them there, and they were supposed to take clippings from it to plant more dancing trees to scare the Saxons.&lt;br /&gt;  They accepted, and then were off with the hunter. They went towards the forest, and when the got there, it was dark. They took some steps into it. and then Flann heard a growling noise coming from the left. In a little while, they came to a clearing, and in the middle of the clearing, there was a tree with silver leaves and it was dancing. The four then noticed that the hunter had left, so Gwair took some clippings to take back.&lt;br /&gt;  When they got back, the sun was high in the sky. They went to Sir Cadmon's quarters. "Sir Cadmon!" said Flann. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;Cadmon. Why do you come?" "We have your clippings" "Yes, I see, but whom have you killed" Flann took a look into the bag and saw, not clippings, but human fingers! "Whom have you killed?" "No one!" The four left the quarters, but Talorc wanted to go back and see the tree again. He got his warhorse and went into the woods to find the tree. He was gone not for long, but his voice sounded urgent.&lt;br /&gt;  They went to the clearing but the tree was not there, and in it's place, was an angry bear. It had a stick in it's mouth, and Flann and Gwair had their weapons at the ready, but Talorc told them to watch. Guenonna picked up the stick which the bear had dropped, and then Guenonna started to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk &lt;/span&gt;to it! The bear started to do a series of growls and whines that sounded like some sort of communication. Guenonna explained that the bear had a human daughter and she cast a spell on a man who kidnapped her, so by day, he was a normal human being, but at night, he was a tree with silver leaves.&lt;br /&gt;  The four left the bear with her stick, and then arrived at maiden castle, back to Lord Cadmon's quarters. "We have something to tell to you!" "Okay, but I will go first. This one time I had a brave knight. He was one of the best! But he went in search of a woman, and never came back! He was such a lady's man. Now you g– hello?" The four left as soon as they heard this, and then they left for the clearing, but this time, they made it near the crack of dawn, and there was the dancing tree. The sun rose over the horizon, and then the tree turned into a person at the touch of sunlight. The man then scrunched over his hand, which had no fingers. The four introduced themselves. The man couldn't leave the clearing because the bear would come, and if he stopped dancing, his feet would be rooted to the ground. The four decided to find the bear, and her daughter, to explain the situation, which they did. They then got the job as squires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2009170956344903?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2009170956344903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2009170956344903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2009170956344903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2009170956344903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2011/01/tale-of-flann-and-dancing-tree.html' title='the Tale of Flann and the Dancing Tree'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8241355652466835004</id><published>2011-01-19T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:27:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tales of Flann Year one: the runaway horse</title><content type='html'>Fifteen-year-old Flann meets a dog, and it is tough. Meanwhile, Guerre fights his brother, who, believe it or not, tries to kill him. Also, Talorc fights a deer, and falls unconscious. Guenona attempts to escape the life of a female. The four meet up in an inn. First Flann and Guerre, and then Guenona, (known as Guenon). A battered up Talorc arrives after falling off a cliff. The four go off, then noticing a horse with no rider! Flann heals it, and calms it down. Then they meet the squire of the night who lost him. Guerre leaves, suspicious of the squire. The three find the knight, and then, as a reward, keep the horse. 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salon'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4100229567895553507</id><published>2010-12-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:01:30.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my cello!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 309px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1398.snc4/165027_477486353610_763293610_5809603_8186130_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got my cello, and I am very excited. The other post I said that stick was a rock stop, well that's a little tool that comes with the cello, that keeps it standing up on a hard wood floor. Without it, the cello would either slip, or ruin the floor. The stick is called a tail spike. I'm using it in the picture, well, the rock stop anyway, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; uses the  tail spike when they play the cello. Here's a concept of a cello displaying the names of the parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; width: 484px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.asinari.it/cello.jpg" id="il_fi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A violin looks a little different, similar, but different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; width: 476px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.allviolinacademy.com/inventory/photos/violin2%20parts%20chart.jpg" id="il_fi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both instruments as we all know have the back, but have you seen the bump? (Hint: It's at the bottom of the neck, right smack in the middle of the thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; width: 239px; height: 550px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7c/Violin_back.jpg" id="il_fi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I would like to show you a video of me playing it, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="176" height="132"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/477618853610"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/477618853610" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="176" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4100229567895553507?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4100229567895553507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4100229567895553507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4100229567895553507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4100229567895553507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-my-cello.html' title='I got my cello!!!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1676658019475598978</id><published>2010-12-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:24:11.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a cello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rnd2pics.com/view2.php?q=Cello%20Sheet%20Music&amp;amp;url=http://www.tradebit.com/usr/pamarcs/pub/9002/Bach_JS_Six_Suites_Complete_URTEXT.gif"&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 376px;" src="http://www.learn-theory-music.com/images/Cello.jpg" alt="cello picture" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a cello. It might look like a violin but it doesn't have a chin rest, but it has a rock stop. For those of you who don't know what a rock stop is, it's the thing that hangs down at the bottom of the cello. It's expendable, and a friend of mine uses a material on the rock stop to make it sticky so that the cello doesn't constantly slide out of position. I'm hoping to get one for this Christmas because I play violin. Violins tackle the high notes, and it would be great to play some low notes, although I found my birthday present in the laundry room when my mom told me to make sure that there was nothing in the water basin and sure enough, that's where it was. It was an electric 5-string violin/viola:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 62px; height: 174px;" alt="http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/m/mZ50pc2h4Flv054EOQSrNHw/140.jpg" src="http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/m/mZ50pc2h4Flv054EOQSrNHw/140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was still in the box, but the SHTAR logo gave it away, and also, the box said "FRAGILE" and that showed that it was either an electric violin, (most likely) or a pick-up for the amp. Pardon the four strings, but I couldn't find any red 5-string violin/violas. Here's a D major scale for cello I found when I was surfing the internet, or five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 460px;" alt="http://gfxc.smpgfx.com/Look-Inside/large/16273972_01.jpg" src="http://gfxc.smpgfx.com/Look-Inside/large/16273972_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rnd2pics.com/view2.php?q=Cello%20Sheet%20Music&amp;amp;url=http://www.tradebit.com/usr/pamarcs/pub/9002/Bach_JS_Six_Suites_Complete_URTEXT.gif"&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3055072166171906824-1676658019475598978?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1676658019475598978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1676658019475598978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1676658019475598978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1676658019475598978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoping-for-cello.html' title='Hoping for a cello'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1055787590553274340</id><published>2010-12-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:38:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://christogenea.org/images/EarlyRomanWoman06.jpg" src="http://christogenea.org/images/EarlyRomanWoman06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;To most of you, girls were treated like the guys, but in reality, the world of Rome, 100 A.D., was the world of men. Girls used to prepare dinner, invite guests, (when she did that, she was known as the domina, or the mistress) and do all the work. When they married, they were 12-16 years old, and their parents had to decide who they marry. Here are some differences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; Women are sometimes masters of the house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; Men are ALWAYS masters of the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; Women are average citizens of the U.S.A. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; When they walked with an advisor, people had to make way for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; Women choose when, and with whom to get married. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; Either their parents, or the bride groom decides when, and with whom to get married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So it was a lot different back in roman times, and also, one more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;     4.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Women are important for many reasons, like when they are first lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Women  were only important for having new babies, and then those babies turn into kids, and those kids turn into roman citizens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now we understand that girls were even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;maids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; most of the time, and what do you think of a green post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh! and one more thing! Check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clef"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; for some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;notes&lt;/span&gt; about the clefs I mentioned last post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1055787590553274340?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1055787590553274340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1055787590553274340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1055787590553274340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1055787590553274340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/12/roman-women.html' title='Roman Women'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-650888339839907194</id><published>2010-12-01T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:44:43.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the different cleffs, and I mean EVERY clef</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 47px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/ff/GClef.svg/30px-GClef.svg.png" /&gt; This is the G clef. You all might have heard of it because everybody that reads my blog either plays the violin, or the piano. The G clef is not only the treble, but we will get to that later. For those of you who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;know the G clef, play the G key on the piano that is closest to the center of a piano you happen to walk across. That is the line that the middle of the clef wraps around, the part that looks like a 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 19px; height: 26px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b0/CClef.svg/30px-CClef.svg.png" /&gt; This is the C clef. Unless any of you play the viola, this is no clef than what you're used to. The C clef happens to have five forms, and they are all really different. For example: Soprano and Mezzo-Soprano are the high ones, the Alto clef is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;center of all clefs.&lt;/span&gt; The Tenor and Baritone are the bottom-most of the C clefs. Right smack in the middle of the clef lies middle C. Did you know that it used to look like &lt;img style="width: 40px; height: 38px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a1/Old_C-clef.png/45px-Old_C-clef.png" /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 20px; height: 20px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/FClef.svg/30px-FClef.svg.png" /&gt; This is the F clef. This one is the lowest of the low clefs. A lot of you play piano, and some of you, yes Stephen, ms. Andrea, and mrs. Morton, I'm looking right at you, play the cello, and if you are lucky enough, play the base. The F clef has three forms. I don't have much to say about it, because it doesn't have many interesting histories, but I do know it used to look like  &lt;img style="width: 33px; height: 39px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/87/Oldbassclef.svg/45px-Oldbassclef.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the two dots is the F line, start at the center F of your piano, and go an octave lower, and there you go! These are all the clefs put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 70px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/All_clefs.svg/640px-All_clefs.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the clefs we still find in music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 80px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/25/Common_clefs.svg/212px-Common_clefs.svg.png" /&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/3055072166171906824-650888339839907194?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/650888339839907194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=650888339839907194&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/650888339839907194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/650888339839907194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-different-cleffs-and-i-mean-every.html' title='All the different cleffs, and I mean EVERY clef'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2432186944888464607</id><published>2010-11-29T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:44:05.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.proprofs.com/quiz-school/upload/yuiupload/902165187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to read this, and now it's done. You all might have seen the movie, but the book has so many more details, for example: This lullaby that Charlotte sang, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep, sleep, my love, my only,&lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep, in the dung and the dark&lt;br /&gt;Be not afraid and be not lonely!&lt;br /&gt;This is the hour when frogs and thrushes&lt;br /&gt;Praise the world from the woods and the rushes.&lt;br /&gt;Rest from care, my one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the dung and the dark!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get it at first, but then I remembered this was a spider, a ½" spider trying to save a 200 pound pig. Then came the rat. Templeton was to me not smart. How's he supposed to get from the barn, to the slop without having to break a leg, talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;! Well, my favorite image was this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 268px;" src="http://expatbookworm2.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/chapter1601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A very good part is when Charlotte spins her first two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2bpfZnxhQ/RbO37J1aSpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JTQ0BJCjkyM/s400/some_pig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a very good book, and I also liked the part when the baby spiders hatched. That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2432186944888464607?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2432186944888464607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2432186944888464607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2432186944888464607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2432186944888464607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/11/charlottes-web.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl2bpfZnxhQ/RbO37J1aSpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JTQ0BJCjkyM/s72-c/some_pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-462205971994385420</id><published>2010-10-25T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:46:00.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-462205971994385420?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/462205971994385420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=462205971994385420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/462205971994385420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/462205971994385420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/10/yikes-more-three-musketeers.html' title=''/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1466521642857198612</id><published>2010-10-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:50:19.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/_e9ad-superman-returns-wallpaper.jpg" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/_e9ad-superman-returns-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one reason I watched this movie is because I am in an orchestra and some of the things we play are selections from Superman Returns. I think this is a pretty cool movie, even if I never thought I'd like it. My favorite part was the climax when SuperDoofus (the villain's nickname I thought up) attempts to make his own continent. I think it would be cool if a. there wasn't so much kryptonite, and b. the whole thing was not owned by a bunch of bad guys. Oh wait! There was another reason why I watched the movie. I've been grounded for over 2 weeks* and I FINALLY got a chance to watch TV again. I also think the part where the guy on the roof shoots superman in the eye is pretty weird. Come on! in the EYE! AND HE CRUSHED THE BULLET! AND I'M WRITING WITH CAPS LOCK ON! AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF! Just kidding. Except for the eye and the bullet part. Time to wrap it up. Here's a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one reason I watched this movie is because I am in an orchestra and some of the things we play are selections from Superman Returns. I think this is a pretty cool movie, even if I never thought I'd like it. My favorite part was the climax when SuperDoofus (the villain's nickname I thought up) attempts to make his own continent. I think it would be cool if a. there wasn't so much kryptonite , and b. the whole thing was not owned by a bunch of bad guys. Oh wait! There was another reason why I watched the movie. I've been grounded for over 2 weeks* and I FINALLY got a chance to watch TV again. I also think the part where the guy on the roof shoots superman in the eye is prettyweird . Come on! in the EYE! AND HE CRUSHED THE BULLET! AND I'M WRITING WITH CAPS LOCK ON! AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF! Just kidding. Except for the eye and the bullet part. Benny is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1466521642857198612?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1466521642857198612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1466521642857198612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1466521642857198612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1466521642857198612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/10/superman-returns.html' title='Superman returns'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5175452162141146724</id><published>2010-09-30T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:54:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading comprehension for, you guessed it, three musketeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grimaud was enforced with the rules: no embellishments, no embroideries, no arabesques.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mousqueton was very fancy and nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bazin was deaf, dumb and blind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are rich, invite a lot of people for lunch, so when you're broke they can ask you to lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cardinal is spying on her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The CARDINAL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5175452162141146724?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5175452162141146724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5175452162141146724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5175452162141146724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5175452162141146724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/09/reading-comprehension-for-you-guessed.html' title='reading comprehension for, you guessed it, three musketeers'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-712084392584690119</id><published>2010-09-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:13:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE French Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I have had a good time in philosophy class. This week we talked about holidays. These are holidays we celebrate in our family include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas since we're christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family game night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While we were in France, it was Bastile day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We DEFINITELY celebrate my birthday on Dec/27, Sadie's birthday on Jan/13  Mom's birthday on Jun/8, and Dad's birthday on Jul/17.&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/3055072166171906824-712084392584690119?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/712084392584690119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=712084392584690119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/712084392584690119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/712084392584690119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-french-philosophy.html' title='MORE French Philosophy'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1998738251724530348</id><published>2010-09-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:06:15.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading comprehension, as usual, of three musketeers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What made M. Treville angry at Athos, Porthos, and Aramis? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They got into a fight with the Cardinals guards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did Treville tell D'artagnan that he was devoted to the Cardinal? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M. de Treveille thought D'artagnan was a spy from the cardinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What did Dartagnan leave in Treville's office when he ran after the unknown man? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a letter of introduction to the guy who kept D'artagnan's future house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With what three people did D'artagnan arrange to duel? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How did he get on each one's bad side? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He bumped Athos's shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lifted Porthos's baldric,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and gave Aramis his girlfriend's hankerchief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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musketeers.'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-823104089875710309</id><published>2010-09-15T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:07:02.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we learned in french philosophy class</title><content type='html'>The Guillotine Gang: Week #2, Ethics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning personal beliefs about friendship: Who are my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cannot study French Philosophy without first looking at the super old guys that started it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old guy of the day: Aristotle (384-322 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicomachean Ethics &lt;/span&gt;by Aristotle - From book 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one would choose to live without friends, even if he had all other goods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people are friends, they have no need of justice, but when they are just, they need friendship in addition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We conclude, therefore, that to be friends, men must have good will for one another, must each wish for the good of the other on the basis of one of three motives good, the pleasant, of the useful), and must each be aware of one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The three motives differ from one another in kind, and so do the corresponding types of affection and friendship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, when the motive of the affection is usefulness, the partners do not feel affection for one another as such, but in terms of the good accruing to each from the other. The same is also true of those whose friendship is based on please, we love witty people not for what they are, but for the pleasure they bring us...Accordingly, with the disappearance of the motive for being friends, the friendship, too, is dissolved, since the friendship owed its existence to these motives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The perfect form of friendship is that between good people who are alike in excellence or virtue. For these friends wish alike for one another's good because they are good people, and they are good as such...Hence their friendship lasts as long as they are good, and that means it will last for a long time, since goodness or virtue is a thing that lasts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;Ethics - code or set of principles by which people live tje way we feel men ought to behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take home: What is your personal code of ethics in relation to your friendships? Is your code of  'Friendship Ethics' the same as the ones you apply to your family relationships?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well first off you have to get to know this person, don't just go up to someone and say "Hi! I want to be your friend!" NO! Try to get to know this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Try not to let your friend get his/her way to much, otherwise, he/she is going to expect that from you, and you want to perform good deeds for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This code of friendship ethics is not the same as the ones that I apply to my family relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-823104089875710309?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/823104089875710309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=823104089875710309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/823104089875710309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/823104089875710309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-we-learned-in-french-philosophy.html' title='What we learned in french philosophy class'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7486825376641080411</id><published>2010-09-10T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:00:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading comperhension from mom</title><content type='html'>the Three Musketeers by Alaxandre Dumas, chapters 1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="class1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FThree-Musketeers-Penguin-Classics-Deluxe%2Fdp%2F0143105000%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1203999226%26sr%3D1-2&amp;amp;tag=thehedonista-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 446px;" src="http://www.missginsu.com/images/musketeers_book.jpg" title="The Three Musketeers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the three musketeers reading comperhension questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What three gifts did D'Artangan's father give him before he set off for Paris? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;15 ècus, his horse, and a letter to Monsieur de Trèveille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did D'Artangan get angry at the unknown man in Meung? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He was insulting his horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How did D'Artangan misrepresent himself to the strangers in Meung? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He was a competent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What was Monsieur de Trèveille's father's motto? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fidelis et fortis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;faithful and strong&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What surprised D'artangan when he saw all the guys hanging out in the antechamber? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The antechamber was where all the people go when sentanced to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/3055072166171906824-7486825376641080411?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7486825376641080411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7486825376641080411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7486825376641080411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7486825376641080411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/09/reading-comperhension-from-mom.html' title='Reading comperhension from mom'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1695952662520480559</id><published>2010-09-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:07:27.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thieves of ostia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n18/n94710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is thieves of ostia. Ostia is a roman city by the way. A good part is when Flavia has a look at a trident with a dog head on each point, assembling cerberus, the three headed dog of the underworld. A part that was sad is when they found out the "mean" dogs at the graveyard only wanted to play fetch, and the thing is, they had the guards kill half of them, jest because they wanted to play fetch! I like this book because it has a lot of mystery, and action and adventure!&lt;br /&gt;And now, the curtain call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.mikeho.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/romanmysteries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1695952662520480559?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1695952662520480559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1695952662520480559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1695952662520480559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1695952662520480559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/09/thieves-of-ostia.html' title='The thieves of ostia.'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5012954060712812110</id><published>2010-08-31T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:17:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished Latin A!</title><content type='html'>I finally finished latin! I moved on from primer A to B! I still know all these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatum,-I love, to love, I loved, loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Via, viae-road, way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gloria, gloriae-glory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Femina, feminae-woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filius, filii-brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sum, esse, fui, futurum-I am, to be, I was, about to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donum, doni-gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aedificium, aedificii building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magnus, magna, magnum-large, great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bonus, bona, bonum-good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;video, videre, vidi, vidsum-I see, to see, I saw, seen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And a lot more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5012954060712812110?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5012954060712812110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5012954060712812110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5012954060712812110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5012954060712812110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finished-latin.html' title='I finished Latin A!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3145594981368515369</id><published>2010-08-29T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:37:15.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biomechanics</title><content type='html'>Biomechanics are robots that do stuff like animals do, coming from the prefix bio, meaning life, and mechanics, meaning robotics. The two combine to create Biomechanics. Here's an example. Have you ever watched a science fiction movie about dinosaurs that are HD and real looking and stuff like that? Well the way the way the people make them do that, is to do some sience. First, they dig out the bones. They don't just show up with the rest of the dinosaur, they are more spread out. They figure out where the different bones connect, and study how they would work. Then they put what they learned into the computer. They do this with models that they scan, then they make the color and details in that order by computer, and then, there is the mighty T-rex right on your TV! That my friends, is the magic of biomechanics. Also, there is the form of the robot. (see the robot video I posted previously) Then they use what they know about animals, and put that knolage into robots. The claw, the bipedal, (or the two legged robot that usualy keeps falling over) and the fish tail. This is the study of this year's homeschool lego team: X-4 bricks. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP SECRET &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uh oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3145594981368515369?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3145594981368515369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3145594981368515369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3145594981368515369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3145594981368515369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/08/biomechanics.html' title='Biomechanics'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5117025973912191077</id><published>2010-08-25T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:18:02.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 stages to having a girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first step is to spy on your future girlfriend. Find out what she likes, wears, and most important: Her PERSONALITY. A woman's personality determines how easy it is to get together with her. Study how she acts with friends. Does she have a lot? a few? one? or none? Next what she likes. Study her clothes. Does she wear pink, or red? shirts, or dresses? sandals, or sketchers&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt; twinkle toes? Also study her speech. You can find out a lot by hearing a girl talk to someone else. What's her favorite color? her favorite movie? who does she know? does she believe in cooties&lt;br /&gt;Also what she does. How she arrives, if she likes to get active, if she already has a boyfriend or not (important.) After you've found out enough about her, move on to stage 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Showtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that you've found out everything you need to know about her, it's time to make an appearance based on what you've learned from stage 1&lt;/span&gt;. Now try to put everything you learned together like a jigsaw puzzle, like this: Name: Jessica. Favorite color: Blue. Favorite sport: golf. Friends: Alice, Jenifer, Julia, and Marci. Favorite outfit: Blue butterfly dress with 3 yellow flowers on it. Now try to come up with something to do with all this, like starting a mini golf course giving away a free blue golf club with blue ball to the first girl named Jessica to show up. (first make sure there are no other girls named Jessica) and she can bring up to four friends, and she and her optional friends can have ten more runs if she or one of her friends has a blue shirt with yellow flowers on it. (If the plan backfires, let me know.) Try making yours up! After you've gone through that, on to stage 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A friendly introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that you've made some fame with her, it's time to introduce yourself. Make it in private, like in the woods or something. Then tell her your name and your interests (e.g. I like dogs, I like pizza, etc.) Then tell her her interests. She should think you're a psychic&lt;/span&gt; or something. Then have some fun! Now once your feminine friend gets used to being with you, move on to the final stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The admitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that you know everything about making a girlfriend, tell everything you know to her, only with boys. Tell her our interests, what we like to do, what we like to wear, eat and drink, where we like to go, etc. So now you should be good, Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have 4 girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Beware of the smoochies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3055072166171906824-5117025973912191077?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5117025973912191077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5117025973912191077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5117025973912191077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5117025973912191077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-stages-to-having-girlfriend.html' title='The 4 stages to having a girlfriend'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5157928205439127067</id><published>2010-08-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:59:01.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/AF0WsvfG_nI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF0WsvfG_nI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF0WsvfG_nI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5157928205439127067?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5157928205439127067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5157928205439127067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5157928205439127067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5157928205439127067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/08/living-with-robots.html' title='Living With Robots'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7985461866398202702</id><published>2010-06-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:27:07.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><title type='text'>A little dog food chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/TCIqEPLpvvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC7B5iW6iOg/s1600/dogfoodacidic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/TCIqEPLpvvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC7B5iW6iOg/s320/dogfoodacidic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485993548373933810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a dog food piece. It is in acidic* H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Water). I wondered what type of H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (acidic, pure,&lt;br /&gt;and basic**) would make the dog food piece dissolve fastest. The way this happens is when the H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O molecules meet with the dog food piece and start pulling it apart. I thought it was going to be the acidic water because acid dissolves things. What I did was I filled 3 cups with 75 ml of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O. Then I labeled them "Acidic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O," "Pure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," and "Basic H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O." In the acidic cup, I put some vinegar in, I left the pure cup alone, and I put Baking soda in the basic cup. Then I put a dog food piece into each of the cups. and then waited. As I waited, I noticed, right off the bat, that the acidic dog food piece had hairs of of it. I also noticed that that when it was done, that the acidic dog food piece was the successful one. It turns out, the lower the pH,*** the faster something dissolves in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7985461866398202702?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7985461866398202702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7985461866398202702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7985461866398202702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7985461866398202702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-dog-food-chemistry.html' title='A little dog food chemistry'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/TCIqEPLpvvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC7B5iW6iOg/s72-c/dogfoodacidic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2674108782279252466</id><published>2010-03-12T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:30:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys RULE!</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine a woman working in a construction site? Or being a technician? Think. Imagine how long it would take for a woman to hammer a nail, or even open a jar of pickles! But look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 264px;" src="http://www4.hrsdc.gc.ca/auto/diagramme-chart/stg2/c_3_13_3_1_eng.png?20091025165052946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the women are going more straight up then men are! I say this is impossible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2674108782279252466?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2674108782279252466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2674108782279252466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2674108782279252466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2674108782279252466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys-rule.html' title='Boys RULE!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5411989289535959747</id><published>2010-02-25T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:18:00.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework from mom part 3: The Everbreath Book report.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wiltonlibrary.org/uploads/cf0210everbreath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the Everbreath. I like this book because of the mystery of who took the breathing emerald orb known as the Everbreath I like the part where Truman discovers the hidden passage to the breath world, where all the fairy tale creatures were kicked out of. I think that Swelda is perfect being someone from the breath world who lives on a golf course. Julianna Baggott, the author, is an internet friend of mom's. Julianna has also judged the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Book-Arts-Bash/237734856838?ref=ts"&gt;book arts bash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contest. I like this book most of all because it was full of government in that city Truman found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gardentoolsforallseasons.com/graphics/garden%20fairy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5411989289535959747?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5411989289535959747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5411989289535959747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5411989289535959747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5411989289535959747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework-from-mom-part-3-everbreath.html' title='Homework from mom part 3: The Everbreath Book report.'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2863146597819560639</id><published>2010-02-22T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:53:39.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Business February 22</title><content type='html'>Why do I want to be an entrepreneur? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(1. I want people to like me, (2. I want people to have what they need, (3. I want to make $$$$$$$! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day to me would be... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;An early start to a day where I can see my friends at homeschool park day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of a perfect job/business is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To be a veterinarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I like the entrepreneurs I learned about? Am I interested or good at the some of the same things they are/were? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am patient...I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my major interests are: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(1. Karate (2. Playstation 3 (3. DSi (4. Roller Coasters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2863146597819560639?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2863146597819560639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2863146597819560639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2863146597819560639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2863146597819560639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-business-february-22.html' title='It&apos;s My Business February 22'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7592946925382526695</id><published>2010-02-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:55:33.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.airplanegeeks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/air-tran.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom went on a trip to Atlanta GA so she can work on it in peace and quiet. Remember that snowstorm? Mom got SNOWED IN! There were no bars in the mountain she was in, so she couldn't call us! We were happy when she got home. Her car was stuck in the snow, and a tow truck or something had to pull it out! I missed mom, and now she's back to being the same old crabby mother she always was!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mother if you are reading this, I didn't mean to say you were old and crabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7592946925382526695?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7592946925382526695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7592946925382526695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7592946925382526695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7592946925382526695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/02/moms-trip.html' title='Mom&apos;s trip'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3116561966710141663</id><published>2010-01-26T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:44:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework from mom part 2: Book report of "George's secret key to the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/geekdad/images/2008/07/23/gskttu_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like this story, because George, Eric and Annie go on space adventures. In one point, George and Annie go on a comet ride! I think that Cosmos* is kinda funny when he sings: "Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon-but the cow has to wear a space suit, because he would freeze." When George and Annie go on a comet ride, they go past Saturn, Jupiter, the astroid belt and they see the Earth. In another point, Eric and George go on an astroid to a remote planet that is jest like Earth, only there's a black hole** at one part that Eric gets sucked into! I like the Idea of the book. I like the part were Ringo*** and his gang get scared by Annie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/imagenes_universo/black_hole_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Cosmos is the world's most advanced computer&lt;br /&gt;**A black hole is a swirling vortex usually caused by a supernova. Nothing can escape it-not even light. Nobody knows what a black hole looks like, because we use light to see.&lt;br /&gt;***Ringo is the school bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3055072166171906824-3116561966710141663?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3116561966710141663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3116561966710141663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3116561966710141663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3116561966710141663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/01/homework-from-mom-part-2-book-report-of.html' title='Homework from mom part 2: Book report of &quot;George&apos;s secret key to the universe'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-6152294356876985543</id><published>2010-01-25T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:07:24.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework from mom part one: life from a dictionary</title><content type='html'>Life (Liif) &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; a creature that eats, grows, poops and pees and usually gives birth (lays an egg), or a plant that drinks, grows, grows food and reproduces.* Living things include: Cats, flamingos, mice, humans and birds. Non living things include: Houses, radios, trucks, marbles and TVs. My pet dog Leroy jest ate a pizza crust, pooped in our backyard and he's HUGE! But he's a male,** so he can't give birth to a little puppy. My grandmother's dogs Cutlet and Pork-Chop are both females,** but they've been neutered*** so they can't have puppies either. Jest because Leroy, Cutlet, and Pork-Chop can't have babies doesn't mean they aren't alive. T-bone jest seems too cranky and mean to have &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_oYkDWlj-qNISM:http://www.freewebs.com/bluestar_of_thunderclan/IMG_1655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Repoduce (repoDUUS) &lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt; to make more of the something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Male (MAAL) &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; an animal incapable of giving birth to a baby(s) Female (FEEmaal) &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; the opposite of a male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Neutered (NUUtrd) &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; fixed so the animal can't have babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-6152294356876985543?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/6152294356876985543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=6152294356876985543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6152294356876985543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6152294356876985543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2010/01/homework-from-mom-part-one-life-from.html' title='Homework from mom part one: life from a dictionary'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2491773214867203540</id><published>2009-12-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:15:37.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrone-my novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK, this is not &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;average everyday scenery. This to you is future tense so don't get all excited about the cars and 2-D screens that I learned about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in history class. I'm Marrone Hawkins, my dad is a priest at the church we go to, my mom is a poet, and my little brother Dwayne is the snippiest kid in our school, he says "No" more then he says anything. I'm ten years old by the way, and as a ten-year-old, the 5th grade is a bit of hard work for me. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morning started like this: I woke up, and went into Dwayne's bedroom. "Dwayne, get up" I said, Dwayne didn't respond. "Let's try this again." then I yelled "GET UP!" Dwayne twitched and then got up and said "Shut up I'm trying to sleep here." I heard him murmur something like "Nobody respects the seven-year-old" Dwayne's favorite subject is history, so he had a pretend "Volkswagen Beetle" in your form as a bed. He also has a street for a rug, a small building as a bookshelf, and a little "Honda Civic" also in your form as a dresser. Then I gave up trying to wake him up and went into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and accidentally bumped into Dwayne when he went in for his turn, or so I thought. Dwayne yelled to mom and told her I woke him up by getting ready for school, but he made more believable by saying I did it by flushing the toilet. I know I said this is "Future tense" but nothing for the bathroom has been invented yet except for the toothpaste dispenser. If I was in your times, I would refer to it as the "Touch'n Brush." You have it in your times. Then I went downstairs into the kitchen. I met dad down there. He said, "Honey, where's the bible?" "Didn't you leave it at church the other day?" I said. "Actually I think I left it in the air-mobile." "When was the last time you read in the air-mobile?" "I read it in church." "Well there you go. It is at church." "It's in the air-mobile." "Church." "Air-mobile." "Church!" "Air-mobile!" "CHURCH!" "AIR-MOBILE!" "WILL YOU &lt;i&gt;SHUT UP!!&lt;/i&gt;" called Dwayne from the balcony. "Hey sweets." called mom from the balcony. "I will deal with this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She marched Dwayne to his room. and I figured she was giving him a hard time. I was sure now that she gave him a hard time. He was red in the face, wet with tears. "YOU'RE A STUPID MOTHER!" he blurted out loud. Then mom marched him right back and I heard some smacking sounds coming from his room. He was getting a spanking. "Time to get breakfast in the ETM." said dad. I heard a faint "Get off of me you big buffoon!" and a "No more video games for a month!" The spanking lasted until 7:00. Then we flew to the bus stop in our air-mobile. When we got there dad said "Marrone, you're in charge of your brother until the bus gets here." "OK." I said. They flew off. "You know, mom spanked me." said Dwayne. "She's a stupid mother she is." "Stop it or I'll call mom and she'll give you another." I said. Then the bus came. this one was like one of those subway station trains you have, but they're not underground. we got on and there were only two seats. One next to Dwayne's best friend Beth, and one next to the school bully Caroline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dwayne took his seat next to Beth, and I actually tried to kick him off, but Dwayne guards his seat like a bloodhound. I took my seat next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to Caroline. "Hey Caroline!" called Sabrina, a 5th grader. Beat me up; if you can!" Guess what, Caroline turned to me and I had a black eye when we got off the bus. Principal Gronger was at the front platform, counting the students. "Good grief!" said Principal Gronger. "What &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weekend?" "Ask Caroline," I said. "or how about Sabrina." "What did they do to you?" "First, Sabrina called out 'Hey Caroline! Come beat me up; if you can!' Then Caroline punched me in the face." "Goodness Gracious! That woman is on my nerves!" Then I went inside the school and Principal Gronger continued to count the students. "Yo! Marrone!" It was Patrick. Patrick is the dumbest kid in our school. His parents are vegetarians, so Patrick was not getting the protein he needed. "Get out of my face you moron!" I said. "Don't you have science to go to?" "You know, I flunked." "Oh! To bad! I got an A++ in our test last Friday in science class!" "Well well well!" said a cold voice behind me. "Do turn around; if you dare. Bwahahahahaha!" I turned around and saw a skeleton in front of me. I knew it was Charlie Eisenhower in his Halloween costume from last month. Charlie is a master of disguise. Once he was out for a walk as an adult so his mom wouldn't recognize him. I tried it my self several times, but mom always brought me in the house to yell at me for a couple hours. Charlie is my crush in school. "Hi Charlie." I said. "I like your costume!" "Thanks!" he said. "But I am not-" "Oh stop it I know you're Charlie!" I said pulling down his mask. "Let's go to History class or Ms. Elizabeth will be mad at us for being late for our test today!" I said. Ms. Elisabeth has a high temper and you never want to get her riled up. We arrived jest in time luckily. "Class!" called Ms. Elizabeth. "We are going to have our presentations today!" I was bored. I wanted to go outside the classroom and take gym class with the 3rd graders. "Arnold." said Ms. Elizabeth. "Give us your presentation." Arnold stood up from his seat and went to the front and took a seat at the teacher's desk "Class dismissed!" Arnold yelled. "Who makes the rules in this classroom Arnold?" said Ms. Elizabeth. &lt;i&gt;Deop Deop Deop &lt;/i&gt;It was Ms. Elizabeth's monitor controller. "WHAT! I'M TEACHING HISTORY CLASS HERE!" shouted Ms. Elizabeth. "Yes ma'am" &lt;i&gt;Wreezet &lt;/i&gt;"Who was it?" I asked. "Gronger wants to see you." I said nothing but head straight to Principal Gronger's office. All I saw in there was a TV set. I saw an image on it with a news reporter at a prison. "Bill Walter, a master of criminality, escaped from prison jest now! He headed toward the New York elementary school!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Info"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A prisoner escaped! Great, now I need a sunset, a horse, and a background. To make matters worse, he's heading towards my school! I want to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;something about it! But to the other side, what &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; I do? I went straight to Ms. Elizabeth's classroom. "Whew! I'm back!" I said. "Good," said Ms. Elizabeth. "now Charlie will do his presentation." Charlie got up and went to the teacher's desk. "Hello," he said. "my presentation today is going to be about the bicycle." "Well then," said Ms. Elizabeth, "Tell us about the bicycle." "We have quad-hover crafts today, but we had something like that only a bicycle has wheels." Charlie pulled a self-pull-out display and turned it on. There was a picture of a bicycle on it. "Right here" said Charlie pointing a display baton at what looked like a bunch of gears in the middle of the bicycle. "These is called chain rings. And these are called gears." he said pointing to the gears near the back of the bicycle. "They work together when the rider pushes the pedals," then he pointed to the pedals used on the quad-hover crafts we use today. "The chain ring turns-" Sabrina's hand shot straight up in the air. "Yes?" "Well," muttered Sabrina. "If you said &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; were chain rings then why did you say chain rin&lt;i&gt;g&lt;/i&gt;?" "That is an excellent question!" said Charlie. "On some bikes there are multiple gears and chain rings to choose from. The rider can choose by turning a wheel or pushing and pulling a lever on the handlebars." "Thanks!" said Sabrina. "Alright!" said Charlie. "When the pedals turn the chain ring, the chain turns the gear, and the gear is attached to the back wheel." I couldn't wait to give my presentation. "And now!" said Ms. Elizabeth. "Marrone will give her presentation." I got up from my seat and sat at the teacher's desk. "My presentation is going to be about the TV." the whole class laughed. "This is the 2-D one that was used in the old times." everyone whispered around like "We had 2-D TVs?" and stuff. "The TV has lights that go in multiple directions, which are stabilized in a lens. then the lights are turned red green and blue as little micro lights going brighter and dimmer." the whole class clapped and Ms. Elizabeth said "That is correct!" I got an A++ in my test today so that's pretty good. When I was sent to the bus stop, mom and dad were waiting for me. "Dad, mom, you won't believe this!" I said. "Bill Walter escaped from prison!" I caught a pretty fishy glimpse from dad. I'd better watch out! At home I thought about Bill. Will he do anything serious? will he do something that means trouble? We were having dinner, and mom and dad were talking with Dwayne and trying to tell him if he doesn't eat his vegetables, he will be grounded from recces. "Dad?" I asked. "Why did you give me that look when I told you about the escape?" "Well," said dad. "let's jest have our prayer." "Dad! I asked you a question that needs an answer!" "Dear don't be rude to your father." said mom. "But I asked him a question!" "I don't want to answer it." said dad. "If he doesn't want to answer it, then he doesn't have to." &lt;i&gt;don't let me gooooooowowowo! don't let me gyoooooooooooooo do not let me go to prison times- &lt;/i&gt;"Dad just answer your MC!" I said. "I don't want to!" I was wondering what the ring-tone was for anyway, because Dwayne was having a temper tantrum and stole the monitor controller and threw it across the room. "THAT'S IT!" said mom. "YOU ARE GOING TO YOUR &lt;i&gt;BEDROOM&lt;/i&gt; MISTER!" "Make me!" said Dwayne. Mom got up from her seat and chased Dwayne across the house. Mom actually &lt;i&gt;caught&lt;/i&gt; Dwayne, but he kicked her enough to make her let go. "YOU ARE GROUNDED FROM EVERYTHING FOR A &lt;i&gt;YEAR!&lt;/i&gt; EVERYTHING FROM TOYS TO RECESS! YOU ARE SOOOOOO NAUGHTY! YOU WILL &lt;i&gt;GO TO YOUR BEDROOM IMMEDIATELY! &lt;/i&gt;I WILL NOT CHASE YOU AROUND THE HOUSE ANYMORE! DO NOT TRY MY &lt;i&gt;PATIENCE!&lt;/i&gt; I'LL SPANK YOU UNTIL YOUR BUTT IS RED AND BLEEDING! YOU ARE A BIG FAT NAUGHTY SEVEN-YEAR-OLD!" yelled mom. She caught him and marched him to his room and smacked his bottom like she never did it before. I guess I never want to do what Dwayne did. "OK!" said dad. "I wanted to tell you something." "What?" "There's a dance for fathers and daughters. Would you like to go with me?" "Sure!" "It's on thanksgiving day, so be prepared!" I went up to bed and found that it was a mess! I saw pillows on the floor, books in my bunk bed, and clothes on the toy-box. The bottom of the bunk is empty, so I use it to play in. &lt;i&gt;If you want a piece o'meeeee don't bother fighting!&lt;/i&gt; I answered my MC. "Good evening!" it was Charlie in costume as a tree. "Hi Charlie!" "Hey your dad is a criminal!" "What are you talking about!" "Ever been allowed in your dad's room?" "Yes, but-" "Did you see a- What's that screaming sound?" "That's Dwayne. I gotta go." "I understand. See ya tomorrow!" &lt;i&gt;Wreezet &lt;/i&gt;I didn't know what to say. So I opened a book, turned it on, and pressed the button that said "Chapter 11" and read it. In it I read: "Mary was having a hard time with the farming so she went to Mark. 'My dang tractor ain't workin'.' he said, 'I hired a mechanical technician to com'on o'er here and fix it.'" It was "Time travelers weekly". Mark broke his tractor by crashing into an FSC and called it a UFO. Then I turned of the light and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I woke up the next morning feeling utterly sick. I was coughing, I found a pool of vomit on the floor, and I looked in the mirror and I looked like a leopard with chicken pox. What's next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Teen trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hello. My name is Charlie and I am pretty mad that Marrone didn't take my call seriously. I went downstairs after I got up. "Yo Charlie!" said my mom. "Make yourself some breakfast and make sure it is not junk food!" I have an allergy to sugar so mom wouldn't let me have any junk food. "Yes ma'am." I replied back. I started to make a fine breakfast of fruits and vegetables. Then mom and dad flew me to the bus stop. By the time the bus got here I got on. Then I looked for a seat. There were three seats. One next to Beth the cutest, one next to Jordan the weirdest, and one next to Caroline the bully. It was no competition, I chose to sit next to Beth. "Eeew!" she said. "It's a 5th grader &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;! This seat is for &lt;i&gt;Dwayne&lt;/i&gt;! NOT YOU!" She was pretty mad when she said all that. So I jest asked Mr. Hartford if I could sit at the passenger seat with him. "Look." said Mr. Hartford. "The two front seats are for teachers and guests. Not for students." I jest went behind Max the heavy sleeper and changed into an adult costume and opened the emergency door and closed it again. "Hello!" I said in a very manly voice. "Some teenagers ran me into a bus stop to soon and I climbed over the bus and went through the emergency door." "Well come on up here and I'll give you a ride to Park ave. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while I pick up some more kids." said Mr. Hartford. I gladly took my seat with Mr. Hartford. Eventually we stopped at the usual spot where Marrone and Dwayne show up. There we found Two adults and Dwayne. Dwayne hopped on board and sat next to Beth. &lt;i&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/i&gt; Teenagers were there to! They were getting on board and it was &lt;i&gt;chaos!&lt;/i&gt; I hoped Marrone was having a better time then we were. That's when I had an idea. I called Marrone. "(Hack cough) Wassup (sniff)"  Marrone was coughing and sneezing. "Are you sick?" I asked. "(Sneeze) Yeah. I'm sick. I (Cough) have chicken pox (Scratch scratch scratch) Flu, (Bluuaah) and a cough (Hack cough) and I don't know how long I'm going to be like this." "I've gotta go! It's CHAOS over here!" I showed Marrone the teenagers. "That doesn't look too tough (Cough scratch scratch)"  "It is!" &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; I ran like all the other kids through the emergency door. I uncovered my disguise as soon as we got to the emergency door. We went to the next bus stop. A bus arrived. We took our seats. Mr. Hartford explained the situation. "New york elementary and STEP ON IT!" We arrived at 7:12. We went inside. When we were going into chemistry, the lights suddenly flickered on and off. Then they stayed off. "Attention all students and teachers!" called Principal Gronger on the loudspeaker. "Please remain calm. In a nice orderly fashion, head straight to the exits and the bus will be there." Nobody listened. Everyone was hiding under tables, running around in circles, or throwing something around. The teachers however listened, except that the doors weren't open! Principal Gronger went out of her office to investigate and find out why the security cameras were picking up &lt;i&gt;high scholars&lt;/i&gt; and not teachers with students behind them. Then she tried the doors as soon as she got here. "We can escape out the windows!" We went to the windows, but when we looked out there, the last boards were being put up by the same teens that were harassing us on the bus! We were trapped! Just when we gave up trying to break the boards, the mechanical technician came with a saw, sawed the boards and then jumped into freedom! That freedom only lasted ten seconds before the technician fell about 465 yards and landed into the entrance of a lwy. "TEENAGERS!!!!!" screamed Principal Gronger. "Those rotten teens had detached the part of the sidewalk that bordered our school, and 4 yds of the parts that stretched out." "Why don't we just go through-" I was interrupted by the end of my sentence, said by Principal Gronger. "The emergency door!" We went to the old secret door that led to stairs that went down to downtown New york. It took until noon to get down there, and we opened the door, or at least we tried. &lt;i&gt;Deop Deop Deop "&lt;/i&gt;Yes?" said Principal Gronger, answered by a cold voice. "I'm Chris. Chris Jackson." "YOU! I'VE BEEN TRACKING YOU DOWN FOR AGES! YOU TRAP PEOPLE FOR &lt;i&gt;FUN! &lt;/i&gt;YOU ARE GOING TO LET US GO OR I WILL CALL THE &lt;i&gt;COPS &lt;/i&gt;ON YOU!" "We stole their MCs so they couldn't answer 911. Ever since, we've been called the Death Masters ever since. Even before we stole the MCs, we made word go around that a permanent malfunction at the police station would turn it into a monster at midnight. two of us would go get our pistols and threaten anyone that dared to make an entrance to the station. Gronger, you remember Alex Anderson. He told me about the secret passage to downtown, so we boarded it! You may want to hire a new mechanics guy if you want to get out by the way! Look at your old one!" Chris showed us a picture of a huge, flat, pink and white pancake with blood for syrup and tire tracks for butter. &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; "THOSE ROTTEN TEENAGERS ARE ALWAYS UP TO SOMETHING!" We went upstairs while Principal Gronger was rampaging about the Death Masters. "What are we going to do?" asked Patrick. "We're going to the cafeteria to have lunch." said Mr. James. Once we were at the cafeteria, we ate cold burgers and hot dogs that were more like &lt;i&gt;cold &lt;/i&gt;dogs, our drinks didn't have ice, our table had almost no light and it was half past 1. I was thanking heaven that Marrone was sick. Recces was canceled because the Death Masters jammed the doors shut. That must've been to eliminate any fence climbing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well today was the day I was well again! Charlie was pretty afraid when he called me yesterday. I sent myself to bed before I would usually get off the bus from school. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went into Dwayne's room to wake him up. "Dwayne, get up!" as usual, no response. "Dwayne, cant you get up just for &lt;i&gt;once?&lt;/i&gt;" I was loosing my marbles. I grabbed Dwayne and shook him up, or so I thought. I got tired of shaking a blanket and tore it off of the bed. I screamed at the sight of an empty bed. I wondered were Dwayne was. I went downstairs to meet a couple of crying parents. "Mom? Dad? What's wrong?" "The Death Masters trapped our little baby!" sobbed mom. "Who are the Death Masters? And why are you crying mom? You&lt;i&gt; hate&lt;/i&gt; Dwayne." "The Death Masters are a group of teenagers that rampage around town trapping households, software buildings, bakeries and," "And?" "AND BUSES!" sobbed mom. If the teens raided our normal bus, then we have to find a different bus stop. I told mom and dad the situation. They flew off to find a bus stop. We finally found one on Lexington. Mom and dad dropped me of. I waited. for a while. What seemed strange was that the bus took a while to get here. Then I thought, maybe it was a weekend. I looked at my MC and sure enough, It was 19th of November, which sure enough was a Thursday. I also saw it was 9:24 AM. I called Principle Gronger. "Marrone," said a tired Principal Gronger. "School is canceled." "Canceled?" I asked. "Why?" "The Death Masters have invaded and we can't get out of here!" &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; I called mom and told her to come pick me up. We got home. "The &lt;i&gt;SCHOOL &lt;/i&gt;is captured! School is canceled." Mom and dad were just squirting tears out of their eyes. I invited myself to play video games. I played a race game called "Space Zapper 2". Space Zapper 2 is a game where you are on a planet called race world. It has 9 moons for 9 levels. Level 10 is on the planet and you have to challenge the champion. I'm in level 6. I'm in the Intermediate zone. The zones are based on the levels you're playing. Space zapper 2 is my favorite game ever! I'm in race course #2 and it looks like 1984 was. I was racing a tiny little car that looked very weird compared to the air-mobiles we have now. I got tired of finishing 6th or 7th place and I turned on the cartoon channel and spent about an hour watching Scooby Doo and the mummy thing. Then I turned off the TV and came to lunch. I had a Bologna sandwich. I went to my room to read Time Travelers Weekly. I read chapter 13, "Megan was in bed minding her own business and reading a book, not to know that an FSC was to land on the roof of their house. 'Honey!' called George from the landing. 'Dear me I want to read this perfect little-HEY!' Fred and Max grabbed her book and ran downstairs with it. Meanwhile, Sarah and Dan were switching from 1980 to 1999 and unaware of planet earth's location in 1999. 'Sarah, Dan, this is Lydia' 'What's the snitch?' asked Sarah. 'The earth's location in 19 years includes having a house intersecting your spacecraft.' 'It'll be okay' They traveled into the year of the rabbit. They landed with a surprise old-fashioned roof corner through the floor of the FSC" I got tired of reading once I got to chapter 14 and then came down to dinner. We had cheeseburger macaroni. Cheeseburger macaroni is my FAVORITE food. I stuffed myself with cheeseburger macaroni and asked for seconds. "Dad?" I asked "Yes?" sobbed dad. Mom and dad are &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; sad that Dwayne is trapped in school. "Tell me about your life." I knew this would make dad crack. Remember how I said that Mom and dad are still sad that Dwayne is trapped in school? I'm still suspicious about dad and why he looked at me like that. Dad told me how his life went before. The trick was if he told me he already told me, he's my real dad. If he tells me about his life, he's not dad. "Look." sobbed dad. "I already &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; you about my life." That's it. He is my dad. I knew that was it. I was up all night with insomnia thinking about if dad is really my real dad. I decided that I should listen to what Charlie said and search in mom and dad's room at midnight. Mom and dad are heavy sleepers, so that's why I decided that I was going to strike at midnight. It struck 12:00 AM and I got out of bed. I snuck into mom and dad's room and searched their room. &lt;i&gt;Flush!&lt;/i&gt; The toilet flushed and I heard dad's steady yawn. I hid under the bed and prepared to see a pair of feet coming to the bed. I waited and heard some noises coming from my room. I went to the bathroom and had a drink of water, and spilled the leftovers in the toilet. I flushed and walked into my room and found dad digging in my dresser. "Dad!" I whispered loudly "Where were you all night?" Whispered dad "Get in your bed!" "OK, but first, &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;tell&lt;i&gt; me&lt;/i&gt; what you're doing in my dresser." "We'll settle that tomorrow. Go to BED!" I did so. I had a dream. I was at a foggy New york city, floating in the air. Then I saw my school and found boarded windows, boarded doors, a missing section of the sidewalk and a bunch of teens all over the place. When I saw the teens, I thought of the Death Masters. Then I got a closer look of the teens and saw a jolly roger symbol with "Death Masters" engraved one on the top and one on the bottom. I woke up at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still suspicious about the incident of dad poking around in my dresser. I'm also worried about Charlie, Sabrina, and maybe even Dwayne. I wanted to think happy thoughts today but nothing worked. Right when I thought I was done for, I had an idea! I went straight to mom and asked "Mom can you spare a moment?" "Of course!" said mom. "I want to ask you something." I said. "What do you think dad could be up to?" "What do you mean? "I mean what could dad digging for gold in my dresser mean?" "I don't know. but maybe your eyes need to be keen! Good one yeah? as in the rhyme?" "I guess." I didn't know what to do. So I turned on a horror movie called Dracula. I was pretty good about watching it. When Johnathan Harkin was searching Dracula's castle at daytime, a light bulb went over my head. I'd pretend to be sick like I was last time, and on Sunday, when dad's at church, I'd search his room. I did my business, and then it was lunchtime. I had a PB&amp;amp;J and then I went to play video games until the end of the day. I was in race track #4 of the 10 tracks. I made a right turn, then I took the lead, but I still had 1 more lap, I did it good, I stuck a good landing at the big jump, got to the last 10 yds, finished 1st place! In 2 hours I was in the 8th moon which looked like times when the automatic dog-feeder was built. It was hard, but I managed to get 2nd. I quit playing at 5:30. I asked dad if I could stay home from church this Sunday. I could. I was pretty stressed out. I decided to read Time Travelers Weekly again. "Sarah and Dan had a lot of people to take back to their time. 'Guys this is Sadie. You have too big of a load to take in.' 'We will drop some guys off.' They did so. ending up successful with the first load. Suddenly, a part malfunctioned, and Dan was Typing a code to take them to their own time, but it didn't work." I soon went bonkers waiting for Sunday. I went to mom and dad's room. Mom and dad were watching horror movies, so I had nothing to worry about. I soon went into the dresser. I searched and searched and only found clothes. I checked in the drawers. I saw nothing. I started looking outside the window. I thought about giving up, but then I had an excellent Idea. I looked behind things. I looked behind dad's alarm clock and saw a secret button. I pushed it and the alarm clock displayed an image: &lt;i&gt;Bill Walter!&lt;/i&gt; He was struggling to get loose from tight ropes around a tree in the woods. I gasped and then pressed the button again. The police have caught him! I was jumping up and down with joy! That was, until dad showed up. "What are you doing in my room?" he asked. "What's this doing here?" I asked, pointing to the alarm clock. Dad picked up the alarm clock and said "This is to wake me up at 7:30." I think he did his best to try to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hide the secret button. "I found that button you know." I said. "Did you press it?" asked dad. "Yes I did press it. Why did it show Bill Walter as an image on the clock?" I asked. Dad marched me to my room. "Young woman," dad said. "you are to stay in your room and be grounded from video games until summer vacation!" I went to bed, only to finish Time Travelers Weekly. "Dan and Sarah thought for a moment of how to get to 2037. Then, they thought that if another FSC would come over here, they would fix their FSC and get it cranking again! They called Sadie. 'Sadie, this is Dan. Bring another FSC to our time. We will be right here." I was done with that book! I didn't know what to do next but sneak downstairs to find my school. I got out of the house only to find out that I cant get there that quickly without the air-mobile. I soon decided I would walk to school. I was pretty tired when I got there. I searched for a way to get in to an area where I could get about 1 foot from the school. I really wanted to free those kids. Right when I was starting to give up, I had an idea! I walked back home, got in the air-mobile and then realized I needed the key. I snuck into mom and dad's room. I was worried that dad would get up and dive into my dresser. I slipped to the dresser and snuck the keys. I made a run for it. I got to the air-mobile as quick as I could, go it started, and then pulled the gear shift lever to reverse, and I slammed the acceleration pedal. I shot backwards at first and then I turned the turbofan engines on and I grabbed the stick and I was off! I then came to an area where you have to change streets. I turned right, which was a big mistake. I forgot to push the rudder pedals and get the stick back to middle position! I was out of control! I was going down into twisted, fast, traffic! I tried to control it, but nothing worked. soon I decided to get the emergency parachute. I got it, and jumped out the back door. It was great! I never really did a parachute jump but I was skilled anyway. I landed next to a wrecked air-mobile. I saw a boarded door. The school's secret door! I went to the carpenter's place and told him the emergency. "Sorry kid." he said "You have to give me $20.50" "Sorry. I don't have any. I guess I have to get the Death Masters all by my-" "WAIT! Did you say Death Masters? Those guys make me MAD! I'll do it for free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;The breakout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're still trapped in school. I just wish I was sick too. I really want to taste the fresh air! I was getting sick of all this. Then I had an Idea that involved an air mobile. I called Marrone on the deal. "Hi Charlie!" "Marrone! I need to talk to you!" "I'm going to bust you out of here!" "Good, but you need an air-" "You mean &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; piece of junk?" I saw a picture of an air-mobile that looked like it got crunched by a giant robot. "I got the carpenter to saw open the boards on the door! FEEL THE FREEDOM!" I was so excited! "See you on the other side!" &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; I was heading straight for the door and I tried and tried, but it didn't work. I tried every window, but they were all boarded. I was giving up, until I thought, what if she meant the emergency door! I went to the old secret door, and went down the staircase and tried the door, IT WORKED! It was only two seconds of excitement before Chris and another Death Master showed up. "You tried to escape after a wood guy got away with sawing down our boards. I want to saw you in half. I'm gonna do that today." I yelled for help, but someone 465 yds above you can't hear you. "GUYS!" "We'll take that." Chris stepped right in to position and grabbed my MC. I was about to start yelling for help, but then a carpenter showed up with-"Marrone!" "Charlie!" "Boyfriend and girlfriend how pathetic!" Chris stepped in and separated us. Chris held me, and told the other guy to grab Marrone. Chris pulled out his pistol and the other guy did to. I knew I was done for, but I wasn't going to let a couple of teenagers defeat me. Jest then, the teachers came right to the bottom of the staircase with a couple of teens with the Death Masters T-shirt on. "You may have gotten Arthur and Cleavland, but they were jest two losers. Take on the masters." They let us go, and then they got out their pistols. Principal Gronger got out a pistol and the other teachers copied. The teens lowered their pistols and in a big &lt;i&gt;BANG!&lt;/i&gt; The teenagers started to fall. "Goodness GRACIOUS!" said Principal Gronger when she saw a crashed air-mobile. We got our MCs back and then got to the carpenter's air mobile. "I'll stay here to get the other students down here." said Principal Gronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I told Marrone about everything. She told me everything that happened during the times when the school was being captured. Right when everything was a happy ending, a pack of teens were waiting for us at the door of the school! "Charlie." said Marrone. "I read Time Travelers Weekly, and it taught me that sometimes some people will get stuck in some place and someone has to rescue them. Now it taught me to take out one at a time. An air-mobile landed right where the incident was happening. The teachers came out of the air-mobile and took out their pistols. The teens fell dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We have to go home to let everybody know we're okay!" said Dwayne. We got on the bus, and we were all relieved that we were going home! I started to get sleepy. It was only a matter of time before I was in my nice comfy bed. I decided to take a nap until we got home. I then decided it would be better to go to sleep in the front in a chair with a nice cushion other then a hard plastic piece of junk in the back. I disguised myself again. "The Death Masters?" I said in a manly voice. "That's the name of that pack of teenagers? I want to give them all kinds of bologna!" "Relax!" said Mr. Hartford. "The cops will get them soon." I got up on the front seat and then I jest slept. I had a nightmare! I was in the school, and I then saw Chris. I wanted to run, but something inside me was telling me that running would be a big mistake. Chris pulled out his pistol, and another Death Master came holding Marrone, and then the teachers were behind them dieing. I was going to start crying for my life. That was when I woke up. I was glad the dream was over. We arrived jest in time! Marrone's parents were at the first stop. Dwayne got off the bus and his parents hugged him like never before. Marrone got off the bus and ran towards her parents, but they gave her an angry look. They took them home, and we got moving again. I couldn't wait to get back to mom and dad! That's when I thought that they were coming next! The bus stopped and I saw my parents waving at me from the stop! I was so happy! I go off and then I hugged my parents real hard and they said "Oh Charlie! You came home!" I was so happy at the sight of my parents! I love them so much! I was having a wonderful time! We flew home and on our way, I talked about our time in school. "And then, right when Marrone and I were doomed, all the teachers blasted them with pistols!" "That must have been violent!" said mom. I was ready to flop in my bed or play video games until I was sick. When we got home, I sat on the sofa and played Time Masters until 6:00 when we had dinner. I was so hungry. I had double helpings of lasagna. I then flopped in my bed and read Harold's house of secrets. "'We need to get into the main arena before Harold strikes.' said Martin. 'It's not going to work,' said Jack. 'because Harold has all the secrets to the house.'" I soon got tired and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Failed Interrogation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Marrone," said dad. "you've been very bad this week. As punishment, you will go to school even if you are sick." "You know," I said. "I don't think you're my real father." Dad was mad at me for stealing the air-mobile. Don't ask me how he knew about it. "Go to your room." he said. "And don't come down!" I decided to listen. I got served dinner from mom at 9:30 by mom. "I'm &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not hungry." I said. "I don't want pizza right now." "Dear," said mom. "it's time to tell you something I should have told you a long time ago. Your father was kidnapped by Bill Walter." "Then who was the person who sent me up here?" I asked. "Your stepfather." I gasped! I didn't know that my father was kidnapped! "The police captured him!" "They didn't, Marrone." I thought mom was crazy! That's when I thought that I had the alarm clock for evidence. I went to mom and step-dad's room, got the alarm clock, and went back to talk to mom. "Look here." I said. I pressed the secret button to show mom the image. "That's a tree with a few snapped ropes on it." I looked at it myself, and there was not a guy strapped to a tree, but snapped ropes. He got out of that too! I was furious! I wanted to beat that guy's brains out! Then I thought, Step-dad! I went all around the house looking for him. I soon found him in the furnace room, fixing the heating system. "Dad," I said. "I need to talk to you, or should I say, &lt;i&gt;step-&lt;/i&gt;dad!" "Where did you get &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;information Marrone," said dad. "and didn't I tell you to go to your room?" "I want to talk to you in the bathroom." I led dad into the downstairs bathroom, there I said "Mom told me my &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; dad has been kidnapped! You are my step-dad and I know it! Hey!" I was eying the look on dad's face, and then I thought about the picture of Bill Walter. Step-dad looked like him in a lot of ways! I wasn't so sure I wanted him for a step-dad that much.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Step-dad looked like Bill Walter in a lot of ways, and Bill Walter himself looked more like a member of our family then a criminal in some ways, but neither looked like they would be least likely to come by, so I should watch my step when I'm around dad, especially when he drills into my stuff. I wanted to get dad for doing that stuff, but I will regret it later on. "Marrone," said step-dad. "I'm going to rethink your punishment. You are relieved of having to go to school every weekday." at first I was happy about it, until dad said "But we are moving to Virginia, and you will take Blaire Middle School from then!" I was really sad! Virginia is a southern state, and New york is a northern state! Plus, I'm going to Blaire MIDDLE SCHOOL! I've heard a rumor around the 5th graders in my school about middle school, with kids like me, who haven't hit their growth limit yet, sharing the hallways with kids who are ten times uglier, meaner, and bigger then you, need to shave twice a day, and have to use deodorant four times a day. I also heard that one of the weakest kids in Blaire Middle School took a vacation for the summer and beat up Caroline more then five times! I wanted to grab step-dad soooo badly, I couldn't keep myself on my feet! I fainted at the sound of "We move tomorrow." I woke up in the bathtub with hot water running into it. If you want a piece o'meeeee don't bother fighting! I answered my MC. "Marrone," it was step-dad "We are going to get a new air-mobile. I want you to be in charge of Dwayne and the house. I don't want to go to hard on you, so we can go in two more days. for the father-daughter dance off." I was thrilled to stay in New york for two days! To see thanksgiving one more time in NY! I then thought one more time in school to say goodbye to all my friends was the perfect thing! I waited for mom and dad to get home, when I realized they were looking for something to wear for the dance off. I wanted to be cool about it, but it took them FOREVER! I was going over to the TV to play Space Zapper 2 until mom and step-dad came back. I was in the lead, when someone shot up a secret jump to zoom right in front of me! I was catching up, I was close, I was 1 foot away, I was in front! But this was the first of the 3 laps I crossed the finish line, and then I found a secret jump! I plunged into the ocean in a tunnel and then, water jets at a very steep hill made me zoom above the other cars! I plunged into another tunnel and onto the track. I was in my 3rd lap, and someone got in front of me! He didn't use the secret tunnel, but I did. Mom and step-dad came home when I was curving around the last turn. I wasn't done with step-dad yet. I took him into the furnace room, shut the door. "Step-dad," I said. "I am going to ask you questions, and I want a yes or no only." "What's this about?" asked dad." "Hey! I'll ask the questions here. Now, was the alarm clock's secret button there so you can view Bill's actions?" "Listen. I don't have time for this. I'm going to make breakfast." I totally failed. Next time, I'm going to be more serious about this, I don't really know if I could. I sat down at the table to eat my cereal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Dance-off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was eating my cereal when I realized that step-dad was up to something. If he wouldn't answer any questions during interrogation, then he's hiding something. "Step-dad," I said. "I want you to answer my questions when I ask them to you." "Sweetie," said step-dad. "I wanted to make breakfast." "But why must you not answer my questions?" "I don't want to! Besides, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" I wanted to cry. Something told me to keep from doing it. Mom and dad flew me and Dwayne to our last day seeing the bus stop. When we got there, I saw a guy come into the open. BILL WALTER! I was about to faint, but then he said "Marrone! Are you okay?" At first I was confused. That's when he said "Marrone! I can't believe I am finally seeing you!" "What's up here?" I asked. "You are supposed to be a criminal!" "I'm not a criminal!" Bill pulled out a name tag from his pocket. It said James Hawkins "Dad?" &lt;i&gt;"Dang!" said Mark, looking at the FSC "My tractor's been dama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ged by a UFO there! I've gotta get a mechanical technician to get my tractor crankin' again!"&lt;/i&gt; The words from Time Travelers Weekly buzzed in my head, like bees in a beehive.&lt;i&gt; Some things aren't what they seem.&lt;/i&gt; "Dad!" I said, hugging him. "I'm waiting for my bus to get he-" I thought for a moment. "Hey! How did you know I was Marrone?" "Your mother and I have been planning to take you to this very school. I assumed this was the stop closest to our house. You have your mother's eyes, and &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; big hairy feet!" "Who was the one who kidnapped you?" "The same person who wanted my sweetheart in collage. Bill Walter." "Where is he right now if you know? Uh oh!" The bus was coming! I could hear the engine rattling through the tunnel. "Hide dad HIDE!" I whispered to dad. Dad hid behind the bushes. I got on the bus with Dwayne, who spent his time picking holly berries and throwing them at passing air-mobiles, to notice me talking with dad. I was going to run towards Charlie, who was saving a seat, before I tripped on something. "Ha ha ha!" said Caroline's evil voice. "Did you have a nice &lt;i&gt;trip&lt;/i&gt; Marrone? Ha ha ha ha!" I got to my feet after Caroline's crazy joke. "Hey Charlie!" I said once I took my seat. "Why the seat? I mean, not that I don't want to sit here." "Marrone," said Charlie. "I like you. I wanted to save you a seat so you don't have to sit next to the gorilla who tried to trip you-I take that back she isn't a gorilla." Caroline was standing over Charlie, maybe because he called her a gorilla, which I totally agreed with. "Back off &lt;i&gt;WOMAN!"&lt;/i&gt; I said to Caroline, which was a big mistake. "I have my eye on you two!" said Caroline. When we arrived at school, we took history, science and math. In phys ed, Coach Porterfield was organizing for soccer teams for this year. There were the Elephants and the Cheetahs. The Elephants were the ones with very powerful reflexes in their arms. The Cheetahs were the ones who were faster then usual. I was a very fast runner, so that wasn't good news for me. I was going to compete against the school bully Caroline. "Okay!" said Coach Porterfield. "Listen up! I want every kid I call up to line up in front of me. The first one is Sabrina Gomez, Carl Fredrick, Daniel Marsh," Coach Porterfield hesitated for a moment. "Patrick Mallard, Charlie Eisenhower," I said bye to Charlie as he got in line. "James Smith, and Marrone Hawkins." I got up and got in line. "And now the Elephants. Mary Jane, Zoe Hoover, Caroline Ford," I saw Caroline step up to the back of the line. "Amanda Sneedly, Alice and Sarah Carter, Suzie Cleavland, and John Coyer." Phys ed was a great class! I went to lunch. "Charlie!" I said. "We're on the same soccer team!" "I know!" said Charlie. I ate my lunch and finished my other classes, and got on the bus and headed home. I then started doing my homework. I couldn't stop thinking about meeting dad! I stayed up all night thinking about the time when I met dad. I then started reading Time Travelers Weekly 2: The Haunted Year. I soon fell asleep and dreamed of being in a building covered in pictures of dad. Then those pictures were drenched in a fire and Bill Walter came in. I woke up. It was November 26 Thanksgiving. I went to tell step-dad about the dance-off. I knew all the dance moves step-dad knows, so I'm good to go. We flew to the studio and then we danced together for two hours until the DJ announced that the contest will start in 5 minutes. When 5 minutes rolled around, the DJ started to tell everybody to line up with their partner and stand in front of him and when the first couple is done, then the next two come up. We saw some awesome moves in those guys! I was feeling like Caroline was giving me a wet willie before I turned around to find out that I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; getting a wet willie from Caroline! The Fords were sending their their youngest members of the family to a dance. I was so wanting to get out of here, but I wanted to enjoy myself here. When it was our turn, I started doing the Watusi, and then step-dad did the twist. I did the cha-cha, and step-dad did the wave. I did the robot, he did the splits. I did the mashed potato, he did the two-step. I did the moon walk, he did the hitch hike. I did the chicken dance, he did the worm. It ended with me finishing with a coffee-grinder. We got home in time for lunch. I was delighted that I had that time! I was also relieved that I had a good time for my last day of being in NY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The shocking truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eating lunch somehow reminded me of seeing my father. I thought of him being my father for the house too! I went over to the living room to play Space Zapper 2. I was on raceworld, battling the champion of the raceworld! I was in 1st place, when the Champion zoomed right in front of me! I was a lap behind of this runt! I wanted to find a secret tunnel but there were none! I got passed him, before he played a sneaky trick on me! I decided it was better to be slowed down by a banana peel then it was to lose. I was focusing on getting past him and all the other banana peels and win the race rather then noticing step-dad behind me. "I need to talk to you." said step-dad. "Marrone, I'll meet you in the bathroom." I was sure he was gone, so I kept playing until the race was over. I finished 2nd which is no big surprise. I was getting bored of finishing last place every time, so I turned off the TV and went to the bathroom. "Yes step-dad?" I said. "You wanted me to answer your questions. I want to make it up to you. I will answer every question you ask me." "Good!" I said. "Now, did you or did you not have that image for the clock to copy Bill Walter's actions?" "No Marrone, I had it there to see weather he would escape! to try to push him through his limits." "What for?" "To see how tough he is." "How did you tie him up without struggling to get him?" "I caught him in his sleep." "Are you lying?" step-dad struggled for a moment, then he said "No I'm not-" "Ha!" I said, knowing if step-dad struggled to tell the truth, he was lying. I was in a very bad mood. Step-dad lied to me! I could believe it however. I looked in his room after I got out of the bathroom. I saw some work uniforms in step-dad's closet for when he'd go to church. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the words BILL Hawkins engraved! I was stunned! I wanted to get a chance to get evidence of the situation! Was step-dad BILL WALTER? I was wondering for a second, but then I remembered, he looked a lot like Bill Walter himself, so he WAS Bill Walter! I called dad. I dialed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JAMES HAWKINS on my MC. "Hey Marrone!" said dad. "Dad," I said. "do you know why step-dad kidnapped you?" "Why step-dad?" "Dad, Bill Walter is my &lt;i&gt;STEP-DAD!&lt;/i&gt;" "We met each other at the collage, and we liked each other at first, but then your mother came and Bill and I got in a big fight over her." "So all this is based on mom?" "I'm not done yet. Sweetheart chose me, and we married. 5 years later, when your mother was pregnant, that's when Bill kidnapped me in the night!" "So he kidnapped you so he could be the step-dad of me?" "No Marrone, the step-&lt;i&gt;spouse &lt;/i&gt;of your mother." I was furious! "I'll call you later." &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; I was furious! Jest furious! I wanted to fight step-dad in person! That's when I thought again, what can I do? I was in my room reading Time Travelers Weekly 2: The Haunted Year, when I thought, dad will come and fight! I jest know it! Then I thought about what happened last week. Step-dad gave me that look when I said his name, he didn't answer any of the questions I ask him during interrogation, and he's been very moody lately. I was very suspicious about this in the first place! I wanted to blow his face off! He was at the top of my list of all the bad guys I've ever heard of! I wanted to get rid of him! That's when I thought up a plan: 1. Call dad and tell him to arrive at 12:30 AM. 2. At bedtime, tell mom and step-dad I've locked all the windows and doors in the house. 3. Set my alarm clock to 12:30 AM. 4. Tell dad when he gets here what we're going to do. I was all set! I called dad immediately. "Marrone? What's up?" said dad. "Come over at half past midnight." "What for?" "I want to get rid of step-dad. I need your help." "I'm ready." &lt;i&gt;Wreezet&lt;/i&gt; "Mom! Step-dad! I've locked the doors for you!" "Thanks!" said mom. I got in bed, and set my alarm clock to 12:30 AM. and went to bed. &lt;i&gt;DEOW DEOW DEOW DEOW DEOW&lt;/i&gt; My alarm went off. I pressed snooze and went over to the living room. Dad showed up around 2 minutes later. "Here's the plan." I whispered to dad. "We sneak up to mom and step-dad's room, grab step-dad, and throw him towards downtown." "Got it." said dad "But what if we take him to the police station, he will be in trouble." I liked dad's idea better. We took dad's clothes off and then put them on step-dad. Then we put step-dad's clothes on dad. Then we flew him to the police station. Right when we were good, step-dad woke up! "YOU!" said step-dad to dad. "Why am I in your clothes, and why are you in mine!" Then the police got here and saw step-dad. "Hold it!" said a cop. But then step-dad ran across the sidewalk. The police went after him yelling "STOP! I DEMAND YOU!" The cops came back with step-dad in their hands. "Well done!" we shouted. I was so happy with dad. "You're going to JAIL mister!" that kind of reminded me of mom and Dwayne. We flew home with a smile on our faces! We got home and dad took step-dad's place in bed and I got in my bed. I was so happy! I could cry! I was thinking about the new life with me and dad! Maybe mom would let us play 2 player Space Zapper 2! I couldn't wait for tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad is home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so happy dad was finally home! I told mom the news. "That's Great!" she said. "I was so worried about James!" I was too! I was relieved! I went to the kitchen and made myself some cereal. I was so soooooo satisfied with my dad being home! I wanted to cry! I went to turn on the TV to play Space Zapper 2. Dad joined and we played happily for a few minutes, before mom said "Time for you two to go to school." Dwayne said when he saw dad "Hey! Who's that guy?" "He's our real father!" I said. I hugged dad before I left to get to school. I was in the air-mobile, and I told mom what happened. "YOUR STEPFATHER WAS BILL WALTER?" "Yep!" "THAT'S INSANE!" said mom. "Well at least he's now in prison! No more dirtiest laundry for me!" I was talking to Dwayne about it too. We got to school right on time! The bus showed up right when we landed. I sat with Charlie and told him what happened too! I was in a great mood. So great, that I didn't snarl when Caroline tripped me. "So you don't have to go to VA?" said Charlie. "That's OK, because you jest took a trip Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha bwaha bwaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...ha...ha...I'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!" said Caroline, running to the emergency door. "Caroline!" said Mr. Hartford. "You will be EXPELLED from school for a million years!" I was so happy about that! NO MORE TRIPS FOR ME! That is, until a million years is over. I was indeed happy about everything happening to me. I was starting to get off the bus when Charlie said "Marrone, there is something I've wanted to tell you a long time ago." "What is it?" I asked. "I have a crush on you." I almost fainted! I got into school and went to math. Ms. Cecilia was starting algebra today. "Now! I have your work today! It includes probability and data and graphs. I got a sheet that said stuff like histograms for numerical data, mean and median of a data set, and tree diagrams. I answered the histogram with 21 numbers 4, 5, 6, 4, 2, I answered the mean and median of the data set 9, 12, 4, 11, 3 median 9 mean 7.8. I got an A++ for good show. I was probably the happiest girl in the school because Charlie has a crush on me, Dad's home, and I got good scores in my classes! I got home in time to find a pizza box with all my favorite toppings like peperoni, onions, olives, and cheese. Mom dad and Dwayne had their own box. I was so happy that I had such a great family! I wanted to spend every day of my life at home, or in school. I was relieved of my homework. I had nothing! I was hoping I wouldn't have another family that was crabbier, meaner, and unkinder then this one. I was living a good life. I was proud of it. I played Space Zapper 2. I was in front, when the champion zoomed too far from me so I could defeat him. I wasn't doing good until the champ slipped on a banana peel and I took the lead! I finished 1st place! I really did! I was so happy! I was so happy, I had to cry. I was so hyper active, I didn't notice Dwayne sneaking up on me to tickle me in my tickle spot. I was laughing like crazy! I was in the best mood in the whole world, I guess. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Dwayne stop that!" I wanted to go make a tuna sandwich, but I grabbed a pizza instead. "Mom!" I said. "Yes dear?" "Can I go the the park tomorrow? Please please please?" "Okay!" I was excited about everything! I even walked into the yard to watch the stars. I thought about the day I had. I was so happy. All I wanted to do was to relax for a little while. Now, things are starting to go my way. I didn't want anything to change. Nothing in this perfect day. I went back into the house and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2491773214867203540?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2491773214867203540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2491773214867203540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2491773214867203540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2491773214867203540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/12/marrone-my-novel.html' title='Marrone-my novel'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8002898354623237073</id><published>2009-11-30T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:22:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SxQZngMjwCI/AAAAAAAAADY/a4T_IibWizM/s1600/nano_ywp_winner_120x240_1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409977218827010082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SxQZngMjwCI/AAAAAAAAADY/a4T_IibWizM/s320/nano_ywp_winner_120x240_1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won NaNoWriMo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8002898354623237073?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8002898354623237073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8002898354623237073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8002898354623237073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8002898354623237073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SxQZngMjwCI/AAAAAAAAADY/a4T_IibWizM/s72-c/nano_ywp_winner_120x240_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-6191878927048805222</id><published>2009-09-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:05:24.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie|Difference|Story*:The white seal</title><content type='html'>The White Seal is a story from Runyard Kipling's Jungle Book. I spotted a few differences from the story, an the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Story: Kotuk* found the sea cow. Movie: The blue whale took Kotuk to the sea cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Story: Thete was a Killer whale, but no blue whale. Movie: &lt;em&gt;(Oppesite derection**)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Story: Kotuk saw the Holisjiki*** be killed. Movie: Kotuk saved the Holisjiki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Story: The seal skinners were Alluteans. Movie: They were sailors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Kotuk was the white seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I'm defining There was a Blue whale, but no killer whale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Seals that were not old enough to have a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-6191878927048805222?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/6191878927048805222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=6191878927048805222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6191878927048805222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6191878927048805222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/09/moviedifferencestorythe-white-seal.html' title='Movie|Difference|Story*:The white seal'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5194681110772467533</id><published>2009-09-07T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:29:24.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvainia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're back from another trip to Pennsylvainia. We found a toad and named it Pedro, we went to the Mr. Gilliland's place and we went home STRAIGHT IN THE EVENING! We had fun at the farm, but we miss being home. HOME SWEET HOME. Here are some pictures of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="291" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-765481-765504.jpe" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are happy to be back from three weeks at the farm. See you later! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5194681110772467533?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5194681110772467533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5194681110772467533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5194681110772467533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5194681110772467533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/09/pennsylvainia.html' title='Pennsylvainia'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1059108583042842697</id><published>2009-07-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:52:42.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clay'/><title type='text'>Netzer Clay (R)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pennsylvainia 7-15&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3712778677_19ca6dfd86.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We found clay in our yard! It was brown clay, and awesome clay. We also found orange clay on the falls trail. I had to stomp it in order to mix it in. One day, Cameren and Jordan came over and helped with with the clay. We made stuff out of it too. I made a line of cartoon characters, Ahno made pottery and mom made pots out of snakes, balls and she made plain pots too. Sadie made food like tacos, burgurs, etc. Today we had to get rid of it because it was so dry. Next time we're going to contain it so it dosn't dry up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS: We're coming home in two days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1059108583042842697?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1059108583042842697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1059108583042842697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1059108583042842697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1059108583042842697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/07/netzer-clay-r.html' title='Netzer Clay (R)'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-118889718112530944</id><published>2009-07-01T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:57:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Eating a Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pennsylvania June 27 2009 summer &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We found a garter snake eating a frog today! I was upstairs watching TV, when mom called me down and I saw the snake eating the frog in the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353643155074703426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/Skv2FbBt4EI/AAAAAAAAADA/lyiCQMSwGpk/s320/snakeeatingfrog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After his delightful delicacy and 20 seconds, I sprang into action! I caught it and it did the thing that garter snakes usually do with predetors: spit their meal at them, which ment my hand was covered in frog eggs and their juice. The snake was scaly, a tiny bit slimy and with a dry belly. I let it go in the fields, thinking of my last story when I caught a baby mole. That moral was "If you love somthing wild, let it go." If you see theese lumps in the snake, thats the frog, trying to wrigle out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353651031178446594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/Skv9P3zLhwI/AAAAAAAAADI/HX6zm6rD_E4/s320/snakewithlump2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-118889718112530944?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/118889718112530944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=118889718112530944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/118889718112530944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/118889718112530944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/07/pennsylvania-june-27-2009-summer-we.html' title='Snake Eating a Frog'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/Skv2FbBt4EI/AAAAAAAAADA/lyiCQMSwGpk/s72-c/snakeeatingfrog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2281433014873226174</id><published>2009-06-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:12:55.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysler meuseum of art</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the museum near the Elizibeth III river. It was great! The see-through glass sculptures made you feel like you were being teleported to another place! I love art, music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;My favorette exhibit was those colored glass shards mixed with light! We're going to come back tonight to see the outside colored-glass-shards-mixed-with-light exhibit! I wish I knew what it looks like! Maybee you should visit the meuseum-especially at night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2281433014873226174?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2281433014873226174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2281433014873226174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2281433014873226174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2281433014873226174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/06/chrysler-meuseum-of-art.html' title='Chrysler meuseum of art'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5815442293555733141</id><published>2009-05-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:37:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of Firestar</title><content type='html'>I died in the camp near the big twolegnest! Here's how my nine lives ended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The battle with bloodclan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; While driving out a badger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Greencough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Blackcough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Badger fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fox fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 and 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fell into a deathberry bush with my mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Old age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back as Darkpaw, Snakestar changed my name to Spiderpaw, I got my warrior name Spiderleg, I made Sheepclan exist and I got the name Spiderstar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5815442293555733141?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5815442293555733141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5815442293555733141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5815442293555733141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5815442293555733141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-of-firestar.html' title='The death of Firestar'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-32675903702316448</id><published>2009-05-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:10:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 reasons why I love my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love her because she homeschools me and finds lots of fun ways to learn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love her because she is a very great teacher at Out of the Box Coap(R).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love her because she shelters me and feeds me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love her because she takes me elsewhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love her because she is my mother and she loves me with all of her heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day mom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-32675903702316448?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/32675903702316448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=32675903702316448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/32675903702316448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/32675903702316448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-reasons-why-i-love-my-mom.html' title='5 reasons why I love my mom'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5951941670899687217</id><published>2009-05-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:43:16.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warriors club</title><content type='html'>I made up a Warriors club and I'm leader. My name is Spiderstar, leader of Sheepclan. Here are my clanmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leader:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spiderstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deputy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spottedleaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Medicine cat:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Flowerpelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warriors:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Greenstripe, apprentice: Purplepaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apprentices: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Purplepaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I put camps in 3 places: near hardgrassplace, a big twolegnest and &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; a twolegnest. Here's a dictionary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twoleg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A twoleg is a human like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hardgrassplace&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hardgrassplace is a tennis court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Starclan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Starclan are our warrior ancestors like Scarpelt and Firestar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Queen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A queen is a mother to a kit like Mistyfoot and Flowerkit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thunderpath&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A Thunderpath is a road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deputy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A deputy is second in command like Spottedleaf, Flametail, and Lightningclaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A monster is a car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Halfbridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A Halfbridge is a dock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moontree/Moonstone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anything that begins with moon is where cats go to share tounges with Starclan. Leaders like me, Snakestar, and Windstar go to get their 9 lives from them, and medicine cats go at half-moon to have their own personal meetings and share tounges with Starclan of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div q="'tbn:Jou4ZS14ZZfXAM:http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u131/ichigo_23/cats%20warrior/mossears.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silverpelt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Silverpelt are a chain of stars, each one is a Starclan warrior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kit is short for &lt;strong&gt;kit&lt;/strong&gt;ten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gathering&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a Gathering is a meeting for all the clans at full-moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moon (related to time)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a moon is the time between one full-moon and another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have the only clan in the club. There's Skeletonclan and Waterclan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Skeletonclan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leader:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Windstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deputy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lightningclaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Queens:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wintertail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skeletonclan jest started, so it dosn't have very many cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waterclan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leader:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Snakestar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deputy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Flametail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Medicine cat:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Brambleclaw, apprentice: Lightfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warriors:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bluefur-Pantherfoot, apprentice: Shettenpaw-Speckledleaf, apprentice: Bluepaw-Mistyfoot-Lionheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apprentices:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shettenpaw-Bluepaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Queens:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Goldenflower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheepclan aren't getting of to a great start eather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spiderstar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 115px" height="251" src="http://www.swindoncp.co.uk/photos/lostcats/clip_image002.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Windstar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 95px" height="107" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:MyqFvOj6sa_uwM:http://www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Member%20Pictures/Riverclan/Fullmoon2%20Riverclan%20Warriors%20Cats%20Erin%20hunter%20Clans.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Snakestar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="190" src="http://images.mooseyscountrygarden.com/cats-and-dogs/climbing-tabby-cat.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5951941670899687217?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5951941670899687217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5951941670899687217&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5951941670899687217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5951941670899687217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/05/warriors-club.html' title='Warriors club'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7475738470956372805</id><published>2009-04-25T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:18:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-745941-745961.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is where I had a karate demo. My friend Hannah volenteered at the dunk booth and I gave her a good swim on a nice hot day. I did "Pyoung-ahn Oh-dan" (Peaceful mind 5th degree). I was the only blue belt there so I did solo Pyoung-ahn Oh-dan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forms I know about:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kibon 1-Kibon 2-Kibon 3-Pyoung-ahn Cho-dan-Pyoung-ahn Ea-dan-Pyoung-ahn Sam-dan Pyoung-ahn Sa-dan-&lt;strong&gt;Pyoung ahn Oh-dan&lt;/strong&gt;-Basai-Niniachai Cho-dan-Chinte (staff) Ninichai-Ea-dan-Ninichai Sam-dan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7475738470956372805?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7475738470956372805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7475738470956372805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7475738470956372805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7475738470956372805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/carnival.html' title='The carnival'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-50116885612699180</id><published>2009-04-22T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:52:00.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="306" src="http://www.vision-unlimited.co.uk/ArranImages/GFX/Bluebells.JPG" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are the club flowers, the bluebells. Nature Kids are a club of kids that was founded by Skylight. I'm Thunderstorm, I control the rain, and thunder. My best attack is the Lightning fist. My other attack is the lightning clouds. Sadie is Snowflake, she controls tempreture. Her greatest attack is the meltdown. Her other attacks are Ninja Snowflake and the Ice Prison, both with my help. Cecilia is Skyblue, she controls the sky. Her best attack is the Sky Bowl. Her other attacks are the Cloud Drop and the Rainbow Heigts. Jillian is Skylight, she controls the sky. Her greatest attack is Darkness, her other attack is Brightness, both with the help of Skyblue. Sarah is Tree, she controls all the plants. Her best attack is the Poison Leaf, her other attacks are the Tree Warrior, the Wodden Sword, and the Monster Plant. Our enemies our spies that want our territory. I love being a member of Nature Kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-50116885612699180?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/50116885612699180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=50116885612699180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/50116885612699180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/50116885612699180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/nature-kids.html' title='Nature Kids'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2482428183290316579</id><published>2009-04-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:19:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won my first bike race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="376" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-720729-720748.jpe" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the kid's race. It started after the woman's race. Right now, I'm 1 yard from the start/finish. I used this bike:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="314" src="https://dixon7.ssl-01.com/COB/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/ce0dbcb67925d95bb2c1a20231a59255.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This bike is a pretty fast bike. I won the race and chose lunch: McDonalds. I got a Big Mac for extra energy. I took up 1st around corner 2. It was a good race. When I got 1st place, I stayed there for the rest of the race. Sadie's entry was this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="353" src="http://www.performancebike.com/product_images/500/30-9560-PNK-SIDE.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'd give her bike a C+. She rides her bike everywhere that is important in the front room. There were four big guys in back of her in practice. Sadie Grace N., staied ahead of them the whole race!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-741978-741996.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2482428183290316579?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2482428183290316579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2482428183290316579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2482428183290316579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2482428183290316579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-won-my-first-bike-race.html' title='I won my first bike race!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5283328901451943745</id><published>2009-04-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:12:38.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Dog Pulls Boy on Roller-Blades" discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ4qvGhWzco&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ4qvGhWzco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my dog, Leroy. You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see the video and see if it worked:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5283328901451943745?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5283328901451943745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5283328901451943745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5283328901451943745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5283328901451943745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/dog-pulls-boy-on-roller-blades.html' title='The &quot;Dog Pulls Boy on Roller-Blades&quot; discovery'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8762923447879944593</id><published>2009-04-16T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:00:59.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Problems With MOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="264" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2106/1882193450_c94eba81c0.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First of all, mom is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;joker. When I pronounce a word wrong, she marches me to the nearest seating cusion and tickles me. She once made everyone in Arabien Nights to learn a song that I was going to impress Cecilia. She gets &lt;em&gt;raging&lt;/em&gt; mad when EVERY PHONE IN THE ENTIRE HOUSE IS RINGING! Jest remember not to call her to often. When we're in the van and Lewis and Miranda in, she jokes, and we go &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; on &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; on &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; on &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; on &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; on. &lt;/em&gt;Mom and her jokes, don't expect to mutch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8762923447879944593?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8762923447879944593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8762923447879944593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8762923447879944593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8762923447879944593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-problems-with-mom.html' title='My Problems With MOM.'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2106/1882193450_c94eba81c0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1738795973058307022</id><published>2009-04-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:13:42.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.shoptoit.ca/ss/i/editorial/easter/easter_bunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter! I got up early today and woke Sadie, and mom by mistake. We found our first eggs on the stairs. I got Chaotic. I found one hiding under Sadie's booster-seat and behind the chessboard and under dad's foot-stool. Ben, if you're looking at my blog, I got the best legos ever inside the drier. I had lots of Easter fun! HAPPY EASTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1738795973058307022?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1738795973058307022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1738795973058307022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1738795973058307022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1738795973058307022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-morning.html' title='Easter morning'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4542717251631850034</id><published>2009-04-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:38:41.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More WARRIORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 476px" height="537" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0293-1/%7B48061D31-BCC0-40F3-A076-3E49F1FD8208%7DImg100.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;book 2: Fire and Ice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fire&lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; is a warrior now. He thinks of the horible future world of Tigerclaw. Grey&lt;em&gt;stripe&lt;/em&gt; was made a warrior with Fireheart, and Ravenpaw had to go with a loner named Barley, because Fireheart heard Tigrclaw talking to Longtail about killing Ravenpaw. Once there was a battle and Redtail and Oakheart the riverclan deputy were fighting and Oakheart died in a rockfall. Fireheart tried to tell Bluestar but she didn't belive her deputy was a traitor. Fireheart and Greystripe got their apprentices named Cinderpaw (Fireheart's apprentice) and Brackenpaw. (Greystripe's apprentice.) This was their reward for bringing WindClan home. Tigerclaw laid a trap on the thunderpath and Cinderpaw got her leg crimpled. The new medicine cat Yellowfang after Spottedleaf died held captive of her and Cinderpaw became her apprentice. Broken&lt;em&gt;tail&lt;/em&gt; was no longr leader of ShadowClan. He and a band of rouges attaked Thunderclan. Greystripe fell into the river in leaf-bare and got a cold. A RiverClan cat named Silverstream saved him and they became mates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4542717251631850034?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4542717251631850034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4542717251631850034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4542717251631850034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4542717251631850034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-warriors.html' title='More WARRIORS'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7177883436121344323</id><published>2009-03-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:54:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARRIORS complete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 446px" height="480" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0293-1/%7BF5E2FAA0-2555-496F-89AE-EEE46CC9BA83%7DImg100.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;book 1: into the wild&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rusty is a kittypet that lives in twolegplace. When he wonders what it's like in the forest, he leaves is twolegnest, (and his next-door neigbor Smudge), he meets his first ThunderClan cat, (and his new best friend,) Greypaw, and he gets his apprentice name: Firepaw. But when Firepaw first came to the forest, Redtail the deputy died in a battle with RiverClan for sunningrocks! Bluestar the leader made Lionheart deputy. The first cat Firepaw was in love with was Spottedleaf the medicine cat. Firepaw ended his training when he was nine moons old after his well fought battle with Brokenstar and his ShadowClan battle. Greypaw (who was made a warrior at the same time as Firepaw) and Firepaw were very suspicious about Tigerclaw. Lionheart died in the ShadowClan! Tigerclaw was made deputy then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7177883436121344323?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7177883436121344323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7177883436121344323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7177883436121344323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7177883436121344323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/03/warriors-complete.html' title='WARRIORS complete!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1073235050355958735</id><published>2009-03-23T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:38:50.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictated'/><title type='text'>Jerry's Future by Benny</title><content type='html'>(Reading Rainbow contest story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a kid named Jerry. He had an awesome imagination. He invented lots of things. He invented the future you see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he went to the White House to get the President’s permission to invent a FSC (Futuristic Space Craft). The President would have said yes, but his wife didn’t want the future to come. Because of TV shows, she had huge nightmares about getting too close to the sun or Jupiter, and she didn‘t want to see a ULF (Unidentified Life Form, otherwise known as aliens).&lt;br /&gt;Jerry said, “Okay, I’ll wait until another President gets elected.” Jerry went home crying. The President was elected two years ago, and judging by the four year term, he had to wait two years before he could invent an FSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jerry got an idea. He went to the family room.&lt;br /&gt;He said “Mom, can we please move to Canada so I can invent an FSC?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, darling,” said Jerry’s Mom. “But your father is sick and with his chocolate-free diet, he’s getting a lot cranky. I don’t think he’ll want to go to Canada.”&lt;br /&gt;Jerry thought again, and then went to the basement. Because they lived in Washington, and they were so close to the border of the USA, Jerry was going to Canada. He put his materials in a wagon and went North, but when he got there, he saw a bad sight. There was a fire right in his path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry tried to go down the other streets, but they had the same fire. At his sixteenth road, he thought he saw a familiar woman. The President’s wife! The building was eight stories high, and the door was locked. Luckily, Jerry had his materials with him. He got to his work and built his FSC in a flash. He flew all the way up to the eighth story and saved the President’s wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry flew his FSC to the White House where he dropped off the President’s wife, and flew off before the President could see him. He flew all the way back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1073235050355958735?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1073235050355958735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1073235050355958735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1073235050355958735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1073235050355958735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/03/jerrys-future-by-benny.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Future by Benny'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2924602943107359054</id><published>2009-03-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:40:59.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy reviews'/><title type='text'>sadie's glow station</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newcrayolaglowstation.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/0/2/1502367/3828390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sadie has a glow station and I'm lucky she lets me use it. I like to pretend It's a hiddin world of spirits. I know how the glow station works. The pad is a glow in the dark so that means you can use any kind of light and it always leaves a mark. I thought they used super high technology when I first saw it. Then I thought &lt;em&gt;harder, &lt;/em&gt;and then I had it. I like it so mutch I cant stop wanting to go play with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2924602943107359054?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2924602943107359054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2924602943107359054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2924602943107359054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2924602943107359054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/03/sadies-glow-station.html' title='sadie&apos;s glow station'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4677419893353552402</id><published>2009-03-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:03:14.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My four-leaf clover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://www.quantumquests.com/Images/4%20Leaf%20Clover.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;IT'S ST. PATRICKS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND MY LUCKY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On dad's race day on sunday, Sadie and our new friend were picking three leaf clovers for giselle to eat. (you can guess what she is.) I helped, and I found a four leaf clover in my path. Our friend found one for Sadie, and I found one for mom, and (for luck in the race) I gave dad a four leaf clover. With my luck I got two things and they were good. 1: a lolipop and 2: two girlfriends who are strangely familiar. I took my bike out for training that very lucky day. When I was about to get my double victory on girlfriends,I got some help with dane (who is also familiar) and his friend. we had three plans together and they both failed. 1: follow around trying to ride with her all the time 2: show her my four leaf clover. when we did plan 3, I was abandoned. but then I got along with my new girlfriend and we were friends. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4677419893353552402?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4677419893353552402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4677419893353552402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4677419893353552402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4677419893353552402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-four-leaf-clover.html' title='My four-leaf clover'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7373050377320466936</id><published>2009-03-04T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:00:39.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg drop VASC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-740306-740330.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the awarding ceremony after the Egg Drop desiegn contest at VASC. I got &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2nd place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in the contest with my parachute 1 egg category and my friend, Sarah (who is spasificaly in our party) won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! The one who won &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;most creative&lt;/span&gt; was this girl with a funny looking comtraption: A plush bunny with a parachute attached to it. My non-parachute comtraption failed, one egg survived and one broke. After the contest, we took a look arund VASC. We did a magic trick, took a look in a cockpit, did land rovers on mars, and we even did luggage. mom got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;most creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in her category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7373050377320466936?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7373050377320466936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7373050377320466936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7373050377320466936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7373050377320466936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/03/egg-drop-vasc.html' title='Egg drop VASC'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7483288605846600898</id><published>2009-02-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:48:57.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadin the lead!</title><content type='html'>Dad is a cyclist. He rides bikes in his races on team East Coast Bicicles. He races at Sportsplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/ta8z1nw5ekapxdnydClmcHZyo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/ta8z1nw5ekapxdnydClmcHZyo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7483288605846600898?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7483288605846600898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7483288605846600898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7483288605846600898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7483288605846600898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/02/dadin-lead.html' title='Dadin the lead!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3979942225703618667</id><published>2009-02-18T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:32:01.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Red Priest'/><title type='text'>the Red Priest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brinkburnmusic.org/images/artistes/RedPriest4_tri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to hamton and saw the red priest last night. They had a replacement violinist beause I think she was on vacation or something. They performed the piarates of baroke, that includes lafolia. They were awesome performers and I like their name! Lafolia is the 1st song in susuki volume 6 and it is awesome! I like the pianist because he kinda uses the sides of his harpsichord as a drum. I like the violinist because he can play at a speed that I can't play even! I like the chelloist because she plucked the strings without fighting with the rosin on the strings! I like the woodwind player because #1: he's the star of the performance, and #2: I like his woodwind colection; it's HUGE! This is a big performance and I'm proud to have seen it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3979942225703618667?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3979942225703618667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3979942225703618667&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3979942225703618667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3979942225703618667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-priest.html' title='the Red Priest'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-9103513144636876666</id><published>2009-01-19T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:16:04.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geogrophy'/><title type='text'>The post I had to put on THIS blog instead of another- The wonders of Alaska</title><content type='html'>1.The gold rush began at the capital: Juneau.&lt;br /&gt;2.The pipe line of Alaska runs right down the center of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;3.We got Alaska from russia.&lt;br /&gt;4.When we first explored Alaska, it was &lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt; of natives.&lt;br /&gt;5.Alaska is part of the pacific ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 432px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="213" src="http://russia-alaska.com/images/Alaska_map.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-9103513144636876666?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/9103513144636876666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=9103513144636876666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9103513144636876666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9103513144636876666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-i-had-to-put-on-this-blog-instead.html' title='The post I had to put on THIS blog instead of another- The wonders of Alaska'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8400722166626748738</id><published>2009-01-05T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:26:46.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahno and Dogs</title><content type='html'>The chihuahuas of Ahno are T-bone and porque choppe:&lt;algin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="322" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/3078363741_0f94b8cf4f.jpg?v=0" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="230" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/3078362243_924eaee423jpg?v=0" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T-bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This dog is the naghtiest dog there ever is. His temper is so bad you can't get neer him without getting your eyes bitten out! To know you're in danger, (and because he's proud of them) he shows his teeth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/3078362431_a3c014ed76.jpg?v=0" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now he has a love list anyway: Dad, Mom, Ahno, and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8400722166626748738?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8400722166626748738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8400722166626748738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8400722166626748738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8400722166626748738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahno-and-dogs.html' title='Ahno and Dogs'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3921892546738986602</id><published>2009-01-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:00:48.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typed'/><title type='text'>Lets ROCK the house fore my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-758890-758949.jpe" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is me at the rock gym for my birthday. The first two people to show up were the twins: Ben and Shira. We got our helmets on and climbed the boulder. Then I went to get a drink and bumped into Hannah and Matthew. Then we got our harnesses and climbed the wall behind us in the image above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-740965-741035.jpe" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I saw them: Bassi &amp;amp; Cecilia. Then I climbed but not to the top. When I got down I found Zoe and Phillip. Not from seseme street, it's jest my friends. Then we climbed a different wall. Zoe and I make a good pair: we have the same humiliations. Then when I got to the top of that wall, everybody sang "Happy Birthday" to me. Then we went into the party room to have some cake. Then I sat in a chair and opened presents. Ahno got me a bike. (I lost my other one.) I tried it in the parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="258" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-719115-719159.jpe" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;FIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3921892546738986602?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3921892546738986602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3921892546738986602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3921892546738986602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3921892546738986602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-rock-house-fore-my-birthday.html' title='Lets ROCK the house fore my birthday'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1938368707564393804</id><published>2009-01-02T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:29:51.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sUL0KCIc48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sUL0KCIc48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3055072166171906824-1938368707564393804?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1938368707564393804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1938368707564393804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1938368707564393804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1938368707564393804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4557363280376998618</id><published>2008-11-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:09:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The velveteen rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="233" src="http://www.community4me.com/images/velvetteen%20rabbit.gif" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE VELVETEEN RABBIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once apon a time, t'was the night before cristmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...Forget that. T'was &lt;em&gt;THE DAY AFTER &lt;/em&gt;the night before cristmas. A boy found at the top of his stocking, a velveteen rabbit. It was the boy's favotete present, FOR ONLY TWO HOURS! By the second hour, the boy found what others gave him, and that was his FAVORETE! The velveteen rabbit ended up in the nursury. AND BEING TORTURED BY THE BOY'S LITTLE SISTER! The velveteen rabbit woke up in the middle of the night and had a talk with the other toys. "Have you ever heard of the word 'real'?" said the skin horse. "Never seen it!" replied the rabbit. "'Real' is when you are a live rabbit insted of a plush toy." That morning, the boy was playing with his fabric chihuahua, Ferry. He lost it in the field a miniute later. By night time, the boy had nothing but the velveteen rabbit. So that's what he did. The next morning, the boy played with his rabbit. and then, that night, when the boy's nany gave him the rabbit, the boy said "This is not a toy. This is a real rabbit!" The rabbit was real. The next day the rabbit ended up getting licked. Ferry, the boy's chihuahua, was real to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4557363280376998618?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4557363280376998618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4557363280376998618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4557363280376998618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4557363280376998618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/11/velveteen-rabbit.html' title='The velveteen rabbit'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2120152532678689299</id><published>2008-11-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:30:37.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The foolish timid rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="245" src="http://www.naturephoto-cz.com/photos/others/wild-rabbit-41946.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once apon a time, there was a rabbit by a palm tree, thinking: &lt;em&gt;"What if the earth was breaking up? What will to become of me?"&lt;/em&gt; Suddenly, two monkeys at the top of the palm tree dropped a coconut behind the rabbit. The sound of the coconut made the rabbit RUN! &lt;em&gt;"The earth is breaking up!"&lt;/em&gt; Another rabbit saw her running as fast as she could and ran &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; her! Soon there were &lt;em&gt;hundreds of rabbits running as fast as they could!&lt;/em&gt; Soon, a &lt;em&gt;DEER&lt;/em&gt; joined them. Then a &lt;em&gt;FOX&lt;/em&gt; joined them. &lt;em&gt;THEN AN ELEPHANT JOIND THEM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="257" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ee/Vulpes_vulpes.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then, a lion saw them and roared three times. Then all the animals said: "King lion. How can we serve you?" "Why were you running in a group!? Roared the lion. The rabbit told him: "The earth is breaking up!" "Well..." Said the lion. "Where did you see it?" "I didn't &lt;em&gt;see &lt;/em&gt;it," said the rabbit. "I HEARD IT! And I heard it by the coconut tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" aligin="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="327" src="http://www.biosphere-expeditions.org/images/stories/caprivi/lion1.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" aligin="center"&gt;The rabbit got on the lion's back and they went to the palm tree. "You foolish rabbit!" said the lion. "It's jest a coconut!" The lion went away with the other animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" aligin="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2120152532678689299?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2120152532678689299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2120152532678689299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2120152532678689299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2120152532678689299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/11/foolish-timid-rabbit.html' title='The foolish timid rabbit'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7663946235276328768</id><published>2008-11-03T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:57:06.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework from Ms.Melina 2-3</title><content type='html'>1: he went on foot.&lt;br /&gt;2: ???&lt;br /&gt;3: ???&lt;br /&gt;4: 1. to trap monsters, 2. for games, 3. ???.&lt;br /&gt;5: in the very woods they lay&lt;br /&gt;6: the monsters got lost in the maze.&lt;br /&gt;7: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Nepal and Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;2: on the world map, asia is to the east.&lt;br /&gt;3: they like sea food-and they don't like to cook.&lt;br /&gt;4: the sea serpant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7663946235276328768?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7663946235276328768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7663946235276328768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7663946235276328768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7663946235276328768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/11/homework-from-msmelina-2.html' title='Homework from Ms.Melina 2-3'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8062545324542367975</id><published>2008-10-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:04:47.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goul's mansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-706894-706932.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;......... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.........BOO! Gotcha! This is the Goul's mansion. The scarriest, most haunted, mansion of all! Well first of all, I'd like to thank my grammy: Judy N. for the materials. It will be a display for coffee hour, and my graduation recital in the violin. The image above shows the Goul's mansion with the yard in progress. And the worst part is now that it's finished, Sadie wants to eat the entire house! Don't get too ashamed of her, even if she won't pick up her toys! I know this is going to be the best display ever! That's all, except one more thing. This is a made up design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8062545324542367975?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8062545324542367975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8062545324542367975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8062545324542367975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8062545324542367975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/10/gouls-manion.html' title='goul&apos;s mansion'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2005334959628510220</id><published>2008-10-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:41:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homewerk from Ms. Melina</title><content type='html'>1. because of the yeti's gift of the emeralds.&lt;br /&gt;2. they would get lost in the wilderness! (and maybe eaten by yetis)&lt;br /&gt;3. (see answer 1.)&lt;br /&gt;4. it is two right angle triangles.&lt;br /&gt;5. between india and china.&lt;br /&gt;6. you will go on a journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2005334959628510220?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2005334959628510220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2005334959628510220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2005334959628510220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2005334959628510220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/10/homewerk-from-ms-melina.html' title='homewerk from Ms. Melina'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4086800790514532304</id><published>2008-09-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:46:40.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homework from mom 8</title><content type='html'>1. Serving a duplicate, it's good the way it is, it's like a check list&lt;br /&gt;2. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: The wise the talented, the beautiful the nice-hearted,my running mate: Cecilia!&lt;br /&gt;3. yes-no&lt;br /&gt;4. All the people from a political party were printed on a piece of paper that looked like a ticket&lt;br /&gt;5 It doesn't really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4086800790514532304?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4086800790514532304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4086800790514532304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4086800790514532304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4086800790514532304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/09/homework-from-mom-8.html' title='homework from mom 8'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2357280617666817583</id><published>2008-09-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:04:10.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;==========================&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do'nt belive me? See the picture here&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2462730753_0975d2df90.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;hat href="http://phibensazoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;phi bensa zoe for the picture&gt; it started at the park by a rock. I leaped and hopped. I stayed there. Then I rose... We interrupt this post for something important: Hi my name is Daniel Livingston. In VA Beach we saw a boy in the sky! gluiding down toword Norfolk. ...and then I was flying home! &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/3055072166171906824-2357280617666817583?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2357280617666817583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2357280617666817583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2357280617666817583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2357280617666817583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-fly.html' title='I can FLY'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-9129278487675225034</id><published>2008-08-26T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:03:48.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensylvania'/><title type='text'>1 year, 2 times</title><content type='html'>Hi! It's me. We went to Pensylvania this summer. We had only&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 90px" height="69" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5SbADYHN5aVAQM:http://www.geocities.com/yamakazi_91/windows_xp_preview.png" width="124" /&gt; for a computer, the &lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="116" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:H08P99SQJdfg_M:http://www.nwiizone.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/wii_wallpaper_web20.jpg" width="148" /&gt;, our clothes, T-bone, Pork-chop, Leroy, food, a swing-set, a hearth and lots... EXEPT DAD!!!!! But he came one day he came on the second time. The first time, we went to the Gilliland's house,to feed their chickens, and ride Tonka. Tonka is a pony. I have good eastern horse riding skill, but the second time, (the time he brought Tonka along to our house) Mr. Gilliland forgot the bridle. When dad came, he gave us soccer equipment,&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:2-DDv6riMKiDFM:http://readerszone.com/wp-content/uploads/Logo/windows_Vista_logo_readerszone.png" /&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;Gessele, and he did take the &lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="116" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:H08P99SQJdfg_M:http://www.nwiizone.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/wii_wallpaper_web20.jpg" width="148" /&gt;! But we didn'tneed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-9129278487675225034?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/9129278487675225034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=9129278487675225034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9129278487675225034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9129278487675225034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-year-2-times.html' title='1 year, 2 times'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7508146169513223420</id><published>2008-08-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:13:58.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Playtimitor party (from homework from mom 6)</title><content type='html'>It’s time to reveal your brand new political party. Introduce it to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: Playtimitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORE  PRINCIPLES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To shut down all elementary schools and have more homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For the government to be the most unlimited as possible (To give people most laws)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To help people understand screaming chilldren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To help children learn more things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASCOT: O&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7508146169513223420?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7508146169513223420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7508146169513223420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7508146169513223420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7508146169513223420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/playtimitor-party-from-homework-from.html' title='Playtimitor party (from homework from mom 6)'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2918784614349337040</id><published>2008-08-17T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:32:37.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>political parties</title><content type='html'>NAME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What words are these parties’ names based on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republican Party: ______Republic________________&lt;br /&gt;Democratic Party: ______Democracy______________&lt;br /&gt;Libertarian Party: ______Liberty_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down three words that mean something wonderful to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________playtime_______________&lt;br /&gt;_________outside______________&lt;br /&gt;________love______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you create a party name out of each of these words by adding the suffix –ian or –ic? What about other suffixes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placim________________________&lt;br /&gt;outsidian _______________________&lt;br /&gt;lovertarian ______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASCOT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the animal that comes to mind when you think of each quality, and the quality that comes to mind when you think of each animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart: ____Owl_______ Pig: _________dirty_______&lt;br /&gt;Strong:____Horse______Werewolf: _____spooky____&lt;br /&gt;Happy:____Foal_______ Dog: ________obedient_____&lt;br /&gt;Loving:____Kitten_____ Monkey: ______funny_____&lt;br /&gt;Dignified:__Chiuhauha___ Buffalo: ______mean_______&lt;br /&gt;Funny:____Platypus____ Hawk: ________big______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the worst animals you can think of to be mascots for a political party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______dingoe_________________&lt;br /&gt;_______skunk________________&lt;br /&gt;_______porcuipine_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the color that comes to mind when you think of each quality, and the quality that comes to mind when you think of each color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave: _______green_____ Grey: ___sharks___________&lt;br /&gt;Truthful: ______red______ Purple: ___my favorite color___&lt;br /&gt;Caring: ________yellow___ Gold: ____tresure__________&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful: ________purple__ Orange: ___mom___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2918784614349337040?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2918784614349337040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2918784614349337040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2918784614349337040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2918784614349337040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/politiccal-parties.html' title='political parties'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1146974216816136682</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:03:39.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Homework from mom 6</title><content type='html'>Challenge Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Look up the web sites of all of these political parties.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do you think it’s called a party? What is the root in the word “party”?&lt;br /&gt;3. Which party has the best name?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you think it’s important for a party to have a color?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the worst possible name you can think of for a political party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Republicans: no McCain pictures. Democrats: no donkey&lt;br /&gt;2. It's a part of a group.&lt;br /&gt;3. democrats. because it has a different ending&lt;br /&gt;4. So you can tell on the map, who's voting what party.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eviltitilan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1146974216816136682?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1146974216816136682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1146974216816136682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1146974216816136682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1146974216816136682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom-6.html' title='Homework from mom 6'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4215180503433070582</id><published>2008-08-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:43:52.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="182" src="http://bcthumbs.s3.amazonaws.com/thumbshots/medium/7/4305666.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://www.littleblueschool.com/"&gt;Little blue school&lt;/a&gt; for the picture) This is my mom's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4215180503433070582?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4215180503433070582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4215180503433070582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4215180503433070582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4215180503433070582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/moms-blog.html' title='Mom&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3379913608823179540</id><published>2008-08-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:02:15.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Homework from Mom 5</title><content type='html'>1. What are your three favorite things to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn, homeschool, and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is more important, to be free or to be safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What should their be more of in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you get rid of that happens in the world right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elementry school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What causes you to get into arguments with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not getting what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think is the best thing anyone ever did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the worst thing that anyone could do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had to spend all day doing one thing, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could build a building, what would happen inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pretend you could hang a sign over your life. What would it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is benjamin's life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3379913608823179540?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3379913608823179540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3379913608823179540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3379913608823179540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3379913608823179540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom-5.html' title='Homework from Mom 5'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-730221689550401375</id><published>2008-08-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:33:40.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Suffrage sheet (from homework from mom 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SKRsRytYrOI/AAAAAAAAABU/__I_E4usJfg/s1600-h/bennysuffrage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234427719837068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SKRsRytYrOI/AAAAAAAAABU/__I_E4usJfg/s320/bennysuffrage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Because we can't print we did this in photoshop:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-730221689550401375?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/730221689550401375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=730221689550401375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/730221689550401375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/730221689550401375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/suffrage-sheet-from-homework-from-mom-4.html' title='Suffrage sheet (from homework from mom 4)'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SKRsRytYrOI/AAAAAAAAABU/__I_E4usJfg/s72-c/bennysuffrage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5480749684706987891</id><published>2008-08-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:21:00.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Homework from mom 4</title><content type='html'>Challenge Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think children should be allowed to vote?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do you think that women weren’t allowed to vote until 1920?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is a poll tax?&lt;br /&gt;4. Define the word: Suffrage.&lt;br /&gt;5. Should people without children be allowed to vote on issues that affect parents and children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Because the people didn't think that women knew anything&lt;br /&gt;3. A tax of a fixed amount per person levied on adults and often linked to the right to vote&lt;br /&gt;4. The right of voting&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5480749684706987891?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5480749684706987891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5480749684706987891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5480749684706987891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5480749684706987891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom-4.html' title='Homework from mom 4'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5222119233883254546</id><published>2008-08-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:33:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Homework from Mom 3</title><content type='html'>Challenge Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Which state do you think is the most important to the candidates?&lt;br /&gt;2. How many electors does your state get to appoint?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think it’s fair that some states get more electors than others?&lt;br /&gt;4. How many Montanas would you have to win to equal one Illinois?&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you rather live in a state with a lot of electors or just a few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. California.&lt;br /&gt;2. 13.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. 7.&lt;br /&gt;5. A few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Color the state with more electors red:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Montana                    vs                      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Idaho                            vs                       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nevada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Oregon                       vs                       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            Florida                         vs                       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put these states in the order of how much time the candidate will spend visiting. Put a 1 next to the state the candidate will visit most, a 2 next to the one in the middle, and a 3 next to the state where the candidate will spend the least time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__3___ North Dakota ___1__Michigan __2___Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__2___ New Mexico __1___California __3___Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__3___ South Carolina __2___Georgia __1___Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__3___ Hawaii ___2__Alaska __1___West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the electoral votes of these two states to get a total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  New Jersey (     15     )         Mississippi (    6     )           North Carolina (   15      )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+   Michigan (     17     )             +    Maine (     4   )           +             Idaho (     7    )&lt;br /&gt;____________________ ________________ _____________________&lt;br /&gt;                            32                                           10                                             22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match the states with the same number of electoral votes in each column by coloring them the same color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kansas&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Iowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Colorado&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5222119233883254546?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5222119233883254546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5222119233883254546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5222119233883254546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5222119233883254546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom-3.html' title='Homework from Mom 3'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2447488232572102861</id><published>2008-08-11T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:41:03.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteforme'/><title type='text'>Homework from Mom 2</title><content type='html'>Chalenge questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. If ten kids are voting on whether to play tea party or light saber battles, how many need to vote for tea parties in order for that game to win?&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom and Dad want to get a pet rabbit. Sam wants to get a dog, and Billy wants to get a six-legged weasel. If the family goes by majority rule, which pet will they get?&lt;br /&gt;3. If nine boys get together to form a sports team, and six want to play football, but three want to play soccer, which sport will the team play?&lt;br /&gt;4. Fourteen kids wear jeans to the playground, and six kids wear shorts. Which is in the minority, shorts or jeans? What do you think the weather is like?&lt;br /&gt;5. If six cowboys are riding across the plains, and a majority of the cowboys are wearing hats, what is the smallest number of cowboys that must be wearing hats?&lt;br /&gt;6. Twenty people from 18th street are planning a picnic. Everyone is deciding whether to buy strawberries or cantaloupe. If nine people voted for strawberries and three people couldn’t decide, how many voted for cantaloupe? Which fruit did everyone eat?&lt;br /&gt;7. Seven families want to leave on the field trip at 8:00 AM. Four families want to wait until 10:00 AM because they can’t get ready that early. If the families set the departure time by majority rule, how many families will be going on the trip?&lt;br /&gt;8. There are six kids in the family, plus their teacher, Mom. If three kids want to start with math, and three kids want to start with reading, who is the deciding vote?&lt;br /&gt;9. There are six boys at the party and eight girls at the party. The movie they watch will be decided by majority rule. Do you think the kids at the party will watch Transformers or Enchanted?&lt;br /&gt;10. If the camp leader has 48 marshmallows and 90 campers, will the majority of kids get a marshmallow? What should the rest of the kids eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. 6&lt;br /&gt;2. Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;3. football&lt;br /&gt;4. shorts/cold&lt;br /&gt;5. 4&lt;br /&gt;6. 8/strawberries&lt;br /&gt;7.7&lt;br /&gt;8. The mom&lt;br /&gt;9. Enchated&lt;br /&gt;10. yes/the food they brought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2447488232572102861?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2447488232572102861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2447488232572102861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2447488232572102861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2447488232572102861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom-2.html' title='Homework from Mom 2'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1097648854875710395</id><published>2008-08-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:54:34.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Pedal Tractor Pull</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pedaltractors.com/farm_master_pedal_tractor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The tractor looked like this. This is the same area as Pig day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rain was falling, so we decided to sign up for the tractor competition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the comptition, a girl made it all the way to the end! At least I got 2nd! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cause the girl won the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE RIBBON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You thought I'd get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The competition was great! I loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of coarse the tractor is not &lt;em&gt;green!&lt;/em&gt; Sadie entered it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RRRAYYAH! See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1097648854875710395?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1097648854875710395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1097648854875710395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1097648854875710395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1097648854875710395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/pedal-tractor-pull.html' title='Pedal Tractor Pull'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-5365005185968612566</id><published>2008-08-07T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:55:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework from Mom</title><content type='html'>Challenge Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are all fifteen executive departments?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is a diplomat?&lt;br /&gt;3. Look online for a picture of the White House and a picture of Air Force One.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you want to be President?&lt;br /&gt;5. The president makes $400K per year. Is that too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of State" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_State"&gt;State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of the Treasury" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_the_Treasury"&gt;Treasury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Defense" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Defense"&gt;Defense&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Justice" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Justice"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of the Interior" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_the_Interior"&gt;Interior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Agriculture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Agriculture"&gt;Agriculture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Commerce" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Commerce"&gt;Commerce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Labor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Labor"&gt;Labor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Health and Human Services" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Health_and_Human_Services"&gt;Health and Human Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Housing and Urban Development" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Housing_and_Urban_Development"&gt;Housing and Urban Development&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Transportation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Transportation"&gt;Transportation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Energy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Energy"&gt;Energy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Education" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Education"&gt;Education&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Veterans Affairs" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Veterans_Affairs"&gt;Veterans Affairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="United States Department of Homeland Security" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Department_of_Homeland_Security"&gt;Homeland Security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that inneracts with other countries&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boeing.com/defense-space/military/af1/images/af1_d4c-122582-1_375X300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="331" src="http://blogs.zdnet.com/projectfailures/images/it-politics-killed-white-house-email-project.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well... yes. But I'm only eight years old. But some day, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WAY to much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-5365005185968612566?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/5365005185968612566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=5365005185968612566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5365005185968612566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/5365005185968612566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework-from-mom.html' title='Homework from Mom'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8820904399226546010</id><published>2008-08-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:33:36.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Pig Day</title><content type='html'>Pennsylvania, in the wild, beautiful, countryside. A place where farms roam the area, and bugs are in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in Rockland, I, Mother, Sadie, and Ahno, went to a county fair. You may think there&lt;br /&gt;were rides and stuff over there, but there weren't any! Instead, there were farm animals like in the country. Yesterday was Pig Day. Children with pigs were trying to control them the best they could. The one who could conrol their pig the best got the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE RIBBON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.enquirer.com/editions/2002/07/07/pig_zoom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The kids had pig brushes in their back pocket, and the dads had red boards to stop the pigs from fighting with each other. HALIBONGA! The one who won the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE RIBBON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was number 406. we pet some animals, had ice cream and went home. We had a reely fun time. See ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8820904399226546010?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8820904399226546010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8820904399226546010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8820904399226546010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8820904399226546010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/08/pig-day.html' title='Pig Day'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1522745392871739691</id><published>2008-07-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:01:27.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Marble chute</title><content type='html'>First of all, this is the marble chute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="272" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2711837628_1952a22d9b.jpg?v=0" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's apart right now. It will go from the top floor, down the benister, and out the door! here it is being born:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="294" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2711792970_4d2d58ab0c.jpg?v=0" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay I know what you're thinking, but shira is NOT my sister. She's my friend. The marble cute will be 42 feet and 7 inches. Here are some more pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="181" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2711793296_21b3521144.jpg?v=0" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="231" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2710982533_6a6f1f2011.jpg?v=0" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2192/2710982937_e03f8239c3.jpg?v=0" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://homeschooledtwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homeschooled Twins&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1522745392871739691?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1522745392871739691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1522745392871739691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1522745392871739691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1522745392871739691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/07/marble-chute.html' title='Marble chute'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-6145936974373089289</id><published>2008-06-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:57:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog and the Ant</title><content type='html'>Once there was a frog, and an ant. they met in a toxic, swamp. "[Growl,]" growled the frog. "Whats wrong with you?" asked the ant. "[Swap!]" The frog swaped wih his tongue and missed the ant. "Hey!" said the ant. "I didn't give you permision!" "I won't eat you while you're looking!" said the frog. "Besides, someone is &lt;em&gt;calling&lt;/em&gt; you!" The ant felt proud. He looked to see who was calling him. Not noticing a giant tongue pulling him into the mouth of the frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let pride distract you from danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.himandus.net/elephanteria/gallery3_toon/12_frog_w_elephant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="486" src="http://www.greatneck.k12.ny.us/gnps/EMB/estherwscience/images/ant.GIF" width="214" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-6145936974373089289?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/6145936974373089289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=6145936974373089289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6145936974373089289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/6145936974373089289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/frog-and-ant.html' title='The Frog and the Ant'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2265426318438166082</id><published>2008-06-17T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:16:26.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 17 (Grammy's birthday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg270/CarmenBetty/happy-birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;yyiuhbgc&lt;/span&gt;Grammy&lt;/span&gt;cgbhuiyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Grammy, I wish you a happy birthday today! Did you get the note I sent? Love (You know who.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2265426318438166082?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2265426318438166082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2265426318438166082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2265426318438166082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2265426318438166082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-17-grammys-birthday.html' title='June 17 (Grammy&apos;s birthday)'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3305233734415322403</id><published>2008-06-16T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:03:54.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-706478-706531.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Radio Disney station. This is where you can dance, earn prizes, and watch bike shows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-711876-711917.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!&lt;/em&gt; You would have been on the&lt;em&gt; RAIDIO! &lt;/em&gt;It was AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWSSSSSSSOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3305233734415322403?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3305233734415322403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3305233734415322403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-2581895936119102582</id><published>2008-06-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:25:30.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii on my mother's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wikinomics.com/blog/uploads/wii.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Wii. My mother got it for her birthday. The Wii is made by the Nintendo compony. Mother also got a mucle-aking, weight-loosing, mii-fattening, Wii fit. A mii is a Wii caracter. We got a bonus game with the Wii. It was: Wii SPORTS. The Wii fit could not turn on if we didn't &lt;em&gt;put the disc in! &lt;/em&gt;The Wii was awsome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-2581895936119102582?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/2581895936119102582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=2581895936119102582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2581895936119102582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/2581895936119102582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/wii-on-my-mothers-birthday.html' title='Wii on my mother&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7846457578102234389</id><published>2008-06-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:06:34.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN ANYBODY LEAVE ME A COMMENT!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7846457578102234389?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7846457578102234389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7846457578102234389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7846457578102234389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7846457578102234389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-anybody-leave-me-comment.html' title='CAN ANYBODY LEAVE ME A COMMENT!?!'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-8533570075339618539</id><published>2008-06-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:24:05.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightsabers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="406" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-730039-730074.jpe" width="531" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="501" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-731232-731273.jpe" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me. And this is me. Try my sister's blog, (&lt;a href="http://sadietheprincess.blogspot.com/e"&gt;http://sadietheprincess.blogspot.com/e&lt;/a&gt;) for her lightsaber business. I take my lightsaber everywhare! You see me with the Mace Windu (purple) lightsaber? That one is a spare lightsaber for kids who don't have one. Curious? Curious about sadie's lightsaber, and what it looks like? Here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="479" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-713637-713709.jpe" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sheesh-ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-8533570075339618539?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/8533570075339618539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=8533570075339618539&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8533570075339618539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/8533570075339618539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/lightsabers.html' title='Lightsabers'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-474332814903249905</id><published>2008-06-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:20:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Chefs Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-706631-706668.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="354" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-742982-743038.jpe" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="484" src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-784555-784620.jpe" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Young Chefs Academy&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. This, (June second) is my first time here. Surprisingley, I knew many of the kids there. I sure like the food we maked! We made cheesey breadsticks. Fin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-474332814903249905?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/474332814903249905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=474332814903249905&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/474332814903249905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/474332814903249905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/06/young-chefs-academy.html' title='Young Chefs Academy'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-9126068832061752014</id><published>2008-05-28T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:07:30.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lion the witch and the wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="612" src="http://www.clayton.k12.ga.us/schools/019/images/lion_witch_wardrobe.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The lion, the Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like last time, I will tell you the chapter, and the a little sumthin' about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" align="center" /&gt;Lucy looks into the wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(The name of the chapter is the answer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What lucy found there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lucy finds another world and a Faun in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edmund and the wardrobe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edmund enters the wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turkish delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edmund gets a drink and &lt;em&gt;enchanted &lt;/em&gt;turkish delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.harperchildrens.com/coverimages/large/0898458765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I think about it is that it's very adventurous. the funniest creatures are the Beavers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205501345706620674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SD2n5NypNwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPArC1sUnmM/s320/beavershouse.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I like Aslan too alot! Thats all! So long! Have a nice day! !Adios! See ya later! Good-bye! Co-lam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-9126068832061752014?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/9126068832061752014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=9126068832061752014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9126068832061752014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/9126068832061752014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/05/lion-witch-and-wardrobe.html' title='The lion the witch and the wardrobe'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MijS1xRuqk/SD2n5NypNwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPArC1sUnmM/s72-c/beavershouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3655528374172016168</id><published>2008-05-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:21:13.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Egyptian stories: The Murder of Osyris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/86/Antinous-osiris.JPG/98px-Antinous-" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about three Egyption gods. Two on our side, and one on a different. There names were: Osyris, Sett, and Isis. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Isis has the same name as my dance teacher! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jest as I heard this story, I thought: I think I know this story. This is about Osyris going to Sett's feast and gets shut in a sarcophagus, (An Egyption coffin,) and Isis comes to the nile and finds him and a tree grows around him and he gets chopped up by an axe. What I think about it is: The Egyptions make relly good stories, (even though they didn't know the earth was round). see ya on by next blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3655528374172016168?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3655528374172016168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3655528374172016168&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3655528374172016168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3655528374172016168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/05/egyptian-stories-murder-of-osyris.html' title='Egyptian stories: The Murder of Osyris'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-189444155091202348</id><published>2008-05-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:59:48.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ak.buy.com/db_assets/prod_lrg_images/002/30235002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Magician's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the book: The Magician's Nephew. I will tell you some stuff about each chapter. Starting with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The wrong door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In this one, Digory and Polly come into a secret tunel that takes you to other people's houses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digory and his uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Digory goes after Polly, and ends up in the wood between the worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The wood between the worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Using the yellow and green rings, Digory and Polly end up in charn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bell and the hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Digory wakes the witch by making Polly ring a loud bell with a hammer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The deplorable word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Digory and Polly set back to the world between the worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wait til the facts on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lion The Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clayton.k12.ga.us/schools/019/images/lion_witch_wardrobe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What I think about the magician's nephew is that Aslan looked cute in this picture:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/Andes/6712/Aslan.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think? I think he looks cute. My favorete character is Uncle Andrew, Because he got planted by the animals, as a tree. I also think that Strawberry/Fledge the pegasus was prety funny when he was a horse. Thats all I have to say &lt;em&gt;so all I wana dooo is to thank you, even though I don't know who you are, yooooooooooou let me change lanes, while I was drivin' in my caaaaaaaaaaar who ever you are. I wana thank yooooooooooou who ever you are-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-189444155091202348?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/189444155091202348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=189444155091202348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/189444155091202348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/189444155091202348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/05/magicians-nephew-by-cs-lewis.html' title='The Magician&apos;s Nephew by C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-1381751542310954945</id><published>2008-04-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:15:54.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science prodject: Barbie VS Star wars</title><content type='html'>This blog is about what i'm doing for what's on mother's blog; Litle blue school, "the Get Up and Explore Science spectacular Homeschool science fair." I'm going to figure out what movie facts that kids will remember most. Sadie's prodject is going to be witch red &amp;amp; white will make her favorete pink. What I am going to do is to make kids do memory quizes by telling facts and telling them back. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.littleblueschool.g.u.e.s.s.com/e"&gt;http://www.littleblueschool.g.u.e.s.s.com/e&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-1381751542310954945?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/1381751542310954945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=1381751542310954945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1381751542310954945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/1381751542310954945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/04/science-prodject-barbie-vs-star-wars.html' title='Science prodject: Barbie VS Star wars'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-3164117535871841074</id><published>2008-04-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:40:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egyption stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rpsd.com/moblog/uploaded_images/bm-image-798246-798281.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! In this blog I am going to tell you that I made these two Egyption stones. I am going to hide these in Luxor Egypt; N.W. Africa. Oh, and while looking for it on the globe, try to find Madagascar. Have you wached the movie? Well why don't you go to luxor and find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How to make egyption stones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some artist clay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some carving utensils.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A place to hide it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A releaf sculpture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to know this if you want to success. A releaf sculpture is some picture to go with it. If you look at a releaf sculpture realy closely, you may see a head facing to its side. The head is called a profile. You can put these in your stones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The sunken sculpture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the simple kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure you have a clean worksheet to do this on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay the artist clay on the worksheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flatten the clay so it's thick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carve the stone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't forget the releaf and profile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let it dry for 34&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;minutes-2 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide your sunken sculpture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The risen sculpture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the complicated kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure you have a clean worksheet to do this on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay the artist clay on the worksheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flatten the clay so that it's thick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shape the pieces of clay so they look like what you want on the stone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the pieces on the stone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave out for 34 minutes-2 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide your risen sculpture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-3164117535871841074?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/3164117535871841074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=3164117535871841074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3164117535871841074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/3164117535871841074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-in-this-blog-i-am-going-to-tell.html' title='Egyption stones'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-7573000946610757610</id><published>2008-04-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:12:02.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Regal Entertainer Group: Horton Hears A Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/716358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxy: Milky Way. Planet: Earth. Continent: North America. Country: U.S.A. County: Hampton Roads. State: Virginia. City: Norfolk. Street... No. I shouldn't. My Mother doesn't want me to put addresses on the internet. I want to talk about the movie "Horton Hears A Who!" What I think about it is it's funny, scary but full of adventure! You &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-7573000946610757610?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/7573000946610757610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=7573000946610757610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7573000946610757610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/7573000946610757610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/04/regal-entertainer-group-horton-hears.html' title='Regal Entertainer Group: Horton Hears A Who'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055072166171906824.post-4530338184086972345</id><published>2008-04-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:40:14.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisilia</title><content type='html'>Wow! another Around-the-World friend! She was from spain. This time I didn't ask to be frends. Sisilia, (The girl,) said: "He's my friend!" we played Hid-and-Seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3055072166171906824-4530338184086972345?l=bennimus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/feeds/4530338184086972345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055072166171906824&amp;postID=4530338184086972345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4530338184086972345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055072166171906824/posts/default/4530338184086972345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bennimus.blogspot.com/2008/04/sisilia.html' title='Sisilia'/><author><name>Bennimus</name><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/_4MijS1xRuqk/TJ5IhKeSWlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eibId5REp8c/s1600-R/5021719661_16af96199f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
