<?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-13953584</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:05.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lisa's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blogging page! My blogs might not be that interesting but I think you still comment! And I'm pretty new at blogging so I don't really know much about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112958743756951607</id><published>2005-10-17T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:17:17.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE!</title><content type='html'>Oh and what do you know another day of the boring strike! I want to go back to school so bad for many reasons, 1)I don't get paid for making lunches&lt;br /&gt;2) My dad doesn't get paid so I can't get my computer&lt;br /&gt;3) I am missing tones of work&lt;br /&gt;4) and I fogot a whole bunch of food in my locker so it's probley going moldy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom's birthday today, I think she is 45!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LORI!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112958743756951607?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112958743756951607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112958743756951607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112958743756951607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112958743756951607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/10/strike.html' title='STRIKE!'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112828808255909915</id><published>2005-10-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:24:53.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blogggggggg!</title><content type='html'>Okay I guess I gotta start blogging again or people wills tart taking my off their links.. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;I like highschool execpt the fact I suck at math and I have a french test every freeking class. I don't really like any of my teacher's all that much, execpt a few. I hate the homework, I get like two hours everynite. LIKE COME ON DON'T TEACHERS UNDERSTAND WE HAVE TO WATCH OUR SHOWS!!! Im gonna stary blogging more regulary now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112828808255909915?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112828808255909915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112828808255909915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112828808255909915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112828808255909915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogggggggg.html' title='A blogggggggg!'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112603752203064407</id><published>2005-09-06T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:12:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. First Day of highschool. I can't open my locker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112603752203064407?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112603752203064407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112603752203064407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112603752203064407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112603752203064407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/09/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112395173825519018</id><published>2005-08-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:48:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterslides</title><content type='html'>Yesturday I went to the waterslides with Jody, Madison and Kaitlyn. It was very fun! We went on the valley of fear like 10 times. But the bad thing that happened was I was walking down those big starires that go to the valley of fear and ect, and I fell! It hurt so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112395173825519018?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112395173825519018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112395173825519018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112395173825519018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112395173825519018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/08/waterslides.html' title='Waterslides'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112304103954587038</id><published>2005-08-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:48:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and The Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/1936d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/1936d1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this movie! I thought it was really funny and I recomend it to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112304103954587038?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112304103954587038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112304103954587038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112304103954587038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112304103954587038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/08/charlie-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Charlie and The Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112304068119627241</id><published>2005-08-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:48:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Adventures</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged for like two weeks, thats a new record! Well Playland was so totally fun, espically the wooden rollercoaster. It is my new favorite ride! Well my goal for Playland was to go on Hells Gate but I guess I could say I chicken'd out.. But I still went on some other rides, Corkscrew-6times Coster-2times and That new ride where my old favorite ride the dragon was I went on it 4 times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Roberts Creek again but it was so not as fun as it was when I brought friends. I spent all my money that I had been saving up all summer on a pair of shorts, but they are not just any pair of shorts they are long and confy, execpt they are kinda big. I only went swimming twice the whole time I was in Roberts Creek and I was there for about 6 days. A funny thing that happened in Roberts Creek was.. All my cousins and I were going for a beach Walk around 9:00pm and they thought it would be pretty cool to sneak into the Girl Guides so they went behind the gate into the Girl Guides area and then about 20 seconds later the all ran out as fast as they could screaming "THE SECURITY IS COMING!!" So we all started running back to our cabins becuause someone was chasing us with a flashlight. When we got back everyone was talking about how scared they were, But I wasn't scared at all! I wanted to go back again. Well the next night we went back to the Girl Guides and we talked to some of the Pathfinders, Pathfinders is a level up from Girl Guides (Well thats what they told us) So we were walking over there and they were saying "You guys arnt aloud to be here! This is private property!" Witch really it wasn't because it was just some big rock on the middle of the beach so we just kept on walking.. Then everyone started saying "EWWWW what is that smell!!" then we discovered there was a dead seal absaultey covered in meggots laying on the beach. It was one of the most distusting things I had ever seen! &lt;br /&gt;More Summer Adventures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112304068119627241?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112304068119627241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112304068119627241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112304068119627241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112304068119627241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-adventures.html' title='Summer Adventures'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112197998076333839</id><published>2005-07-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:08:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on the computer bored out of my mind, I just got back from my friends house and I have no idea where my family is. I went to the new pool yesturday, twice achley. The pool is pretty fun, but the new slide is not that exciting. Well I am quite excited becuase I think I am going to Playland on Monday, the last time I went there it was like two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/PlayBanner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/PlayBanner2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112197998076333839?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112197998076333839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112197998076333839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112197998076333839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112197998076333839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112175061052056107</id><published>2005-07-18T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:23:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberts Creek</title><content type='html'>I got back from Roberts Creek today, around 7:30. I thought it was very very fun. Lauren Jody and Maddy came along with me and we had a very divine time. We did lots of shopping, witch was awesome because I love shopping =) We didn't swim all that much, we mostley just layed on Castle Rock, but when we did swim I thought it was so fun espically when the big waves come. We left for Roberts Creek about 9:30am on Friday morning and when we were leaving we took the wrong ferry but it was good because we came home earlier. On the way home we were buying popcorn and there was a bag stuck in the vending machine so we bought a bag a popcorn and two bags came out, like is that lucky or what? Also when we were on the ferry we saw a guy that was wearing a very funny shirt, it said "If you must smoke, smoke salmon!" I thought it was just hillarous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112175061052056107?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112175061052056107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112175061052056107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112175061052056107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112175061052056107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/roberts-creek.html' title='Roberts Creek'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112128039051760278</id><published>2005-07-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:48:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112128039051760278?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112128039051760278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112128039051760278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112128039051760278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112128039051760278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='What the ?!?!?!?'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112127872814032559</id><published>2005-07-13T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:34:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Girls night at Erin's house, it was so fun! I brought a pink angel cake. At first I wasn't  going to bring a angel cake, I was achley going to bring a chocolate cake but then it said put one cup of water in and I thought one cup and one litre were the same so I put one leiter in. So I added like three cups of flour to make it thicker but it didn't work.. So I just made a angel cake. After I made a angel cake I needed to make iceing but I have had some bad expiereces with makeing iceing so I just asked my mom to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Erin's house I was the first one there, well besides Erin. She showed me around her house, witch is very cool little house. Then Jody Lauren and Maddy showed up and then everyone started showing up. When everyone got there we started doing a little bible study thing. I didn't really say anything though execpt read but I don't think my reading was all that good becuase Jordanna had to reread it, it was really funny.  I thought Girls night was so fun and I am for sure going to go to the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112127872814032559?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112127872814032559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112127872814032559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112127872814032559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112127872814032559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112122567083759320</id><published>2005-07-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:39:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/beauties.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 28, the  J.E.L.M. club will be cheering Maddy on in her annual swim competition.    This is a photo of us all at last years competition.  I hope we won't be causing any fine young men  to stumble with our scanty swimming attire....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112122567083759320?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112122567083759320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112122567083759320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112122567083759320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112122567083759320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112110372242953106</id><published>2005-07-11T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:08:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>I went to aggasiz, it was so super fun! Me and Maddy went on Friday and when we first got there we went to the skate park in the poring rain, but it was still so totally fun. Maddy did sooo good  at swimming she got a best time yayayay way to go Maddy.  On Sunday it was so super hot in the morning but then it started to rain!! It's not saposed to rain in the summer!!!  But over all I had a great time in Aggasiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112110372242953106?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112110372242953106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112110372242953106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112110372242953106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112110372242953106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112061298578479489</id><published>2005-07-05T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:25:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggasiz</title><content type='html'>I am going to Maddy's swim meet in Aggasiz on the weekend. I am quite excited, we are tenting I am pretty sure. Last year when I went to Aggasiz with Maddy she did very well. I remember last year we did tones of fun things like waterfights, walked to the store, had a potluck, and we even did karoke. The two thing I remember the most about Aggasiz were when we were had the waterfight I didn't want to get my hair wet do I wore a swim cap and a bucket over my head, (people still make fun of me about that) and the second thing is when we all walked down to the store to get icecream there was a drunk lady walking out of a building and she started talking to us, she told this girl she has beautiful eyes and she was saying a lot of other compliemts too. When we did karoke it was so fun, all the swimmers came and sang songs, even the guys sang too.&lt;br /&gt;I hope when I go to Aggasiz on the weekend it will be as fun as last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This blog is dedicated to Madison!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112061298578479489?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112061298578479489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112061298578479489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112061298578479489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112061298578479489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/aggasiz.html' title='Aggasiz'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112040890645267090</id><published>2005-07-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:41:46.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Of Summer</title><content type='html'>I think it feels like today is the first day of summer because all the other days weren't very good weather. I remember last year on the last day of school it was soooooo hot, but this year it wasn't as hot!!! I have done like nothing since June 28, I have just stayed around the house. I went swimming in my freezing cold pool around 9:00pm on the night of Sam's Party and it felt like I just jumped into a freezer!! Tomorow Hatzic Hoopsters start and I am leader at that. I heard that no one can jump off the Hayward Lake Bridge!! Anyone know anything bout that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112040890645267090?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112040890645267090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112040890645267090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112040890645267090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112040890645267090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/start-of-summer.html' title='Start Of Summer'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112017124472861303</id><published>2005-06-30T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:48:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/last%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/last%20day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday was my last day of school, it started off just like a normal day. We got to school did some science and then just cleaned up. After lunch all the kids went to a assembley, I won another award, it was for "The Most Lisa Moments" After the assembley everyone went back to their classes. Mrs. Brown was talking to the class and then two boys just started crying, then some people saw them crying and then everyone in my class was pretty much crying. It was so sad!! No one achley left the class until around 2:50 and school ends at 2:30. Everyone was giving out hugs and telling everyone their phone numbers. Yesturday was probley one of the worst days of my life for being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The picture is some people crying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112017124472861303?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112017124472861303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112017124472861303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112017124472861303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112017124472861303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-112001105918694620</id><published>2005-06-28T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:12:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>Alot of christians I know say that when they pay god answers them. For example when my dad needs help with a big decision he says he always prays and god helps him choose what to do, and when I ask him how he says god talks to him. I don't understand it at all, whenever I pray and ask for a answer god doesn't talk to me or give me any sighns. I have always wondered how god talks, do you hear a voice in your head or somthing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow is my last day of school tommorow! I don't want grade seven to end!! This year has been the best year of my life! I had the best teacher and I just had such a great year. At school tommorow we are having a party and a assembley... I don't want to go into grade 8!! I hate switching schools!! I have like no plans this summer, execpt a few things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-112001105918694620?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112001105918694620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=112001105918694620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112001105918694620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/112001105918694620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111993678823516231</id><published>2005-06-27T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:33:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to do before I die.</title><content type='html'>Before I die I want to go New York, California, Mexico, Hawaii, Thailand, and The West Edmonton Mall. The people I want to meet are Benjamin Mckenzie, Adam Brody, P.Diddy, and Oprah. The crazy things I want to do are go bungy jumping, jump out of a plane (with a parashoot of corse) and read at least 1000 books. Some other things I want to do are win a race, invent somthing, be on tv, stay in a really big hotel, play collage and univerity ball, win a lotery, give money to a place with no food, build my own house, travel all around canada, and go to college and university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111993678823516231?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111993678823516231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111993678823516231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111993678823516231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111993678823516231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things I want to do before I die.'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111989297400337767</id><published>2005-06-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:34:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/564/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/564/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he lovely?  We are being wed tomorrow.  I am soooo excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111989297400337767?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111989297400337767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111989297400337767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111989297400337767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111989297400337767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-man-part-two.html' title='The Perfect Man - Part Two'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111985025343460160</id><published>2005-06-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:30:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67143013@N00/21832969/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/21832969_961c62b569_o.jpg" width="360" height="254" alt="heather_locklear2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the movies, I saw The Perfect Man with my mom and my sister. It was a pretty good movie. When I was walking around in the theature I heard this old lady talking to one of the workers and she was compaining because the movie she saw was so stupid and she was so mad she saw it and I just though it was so funny. Okay Im done writing, going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111985025343460160?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111985025343460160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111985025343460160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111985025343460160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111985025343460160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-man_26.html' title='The Perfect Man'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111982504722167360</id><published>2005-06-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:02:28.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloscan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111982504722167360?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111982504722167360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111982504722167360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111982504722167360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111982504722167360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/haloscan_26.html' title='Haloscan'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111982101522564420</id><published>2005-06-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:01:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.E.L.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67143013@N00/21754684/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/21754684_b6262ecc8b_o.jpg" width="399" height="287" alt="Grad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Jody. Jody is 13, she is so funny and creative. I met Jody in grade three, we used to always play house and she would either be the mom or the little girl. Jody and I was pretty good friends back then, but then we went to Stilwood camp and I was so mad at her the whole time and after that we weren't friends until grade six. When I first got into my new class in grade six my best friend said lets go sit beside Jody and I was making up all these excuses like "No I don't want to sit there the sun will get in my eyes" but the reason I was making up excuses was I just didn't like Jody. Jody and I used to always hang out, I remember one time I went to her birthday party when she turned 9 I think, and we were playing Simon Says and I lost and I got so mad her! Jody is always makin me laugh and she is such a funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Elisa. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Lauren. Lauren is 13 and she is so funny and sylish. I met Lauren in grade five, we weren't really friends. I remember she told me once that I have her my email and she was like "Ew I don't want her email" (or somthing) When I first met Lauren I didn't really like her all that much, probley because I didn't really know her. We didn't really start becoming friends until our class had to split into groups and make up plays, I was put in the same group with Lauren and that is how we became friends. Lauren and I used to hng out at eachothers houses alot, I remember one time when she was moving I slept over and at around one or two am her sister and I were going down the staries in our sleeping bags and we kept trying to wake up Lauren and she just kept getting mad. Around the middle of grade six me and Lauren weren't really Best Friends friends because she was always hanging out with Jody but then around the end of grade six we were best friends. Lauren is such a great friend and I am so happy we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Maddy. Maddy is such a cool cat. She is so beautiful, espically in her yellow dress! I met Maddy in grade four but I didn't really know her I just met her. We became friends in grade six. I remember once I went to a movie with Maddy and a few other people and we alls started dancing and Maddy would not dance for some reason so I didn't like her. (note: this was a long time ago!!)   Another thing I remember about Maddy is when she first came into my class my friend wanted to sit by her and I didn't want to but then I did. When Maddy and I first starting sitting together I thought she was quite stuck up. Maddy is one of the best swimmers I know! I hope she makes it to provincals!! and Maddy is such a good writer, look at her blog www.madswriting.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are the best friends ever! I hope we stay friends all through highschool and for ever! (The pic is of us at grad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111982101522564420?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111982101522564420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111982101522564420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111982101522564420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111982101522564420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/jelm.html' title='J.E.L.M'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111981370052744763</id><published>2005-06-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:09:30.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>Mike- My dad is 48 he is a teacher at Hatzic Elementary and I think he is one of the best teachers there. My dad does a lot of stuff with the Thailand group and I think he is a great leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori- My mom is so funny, she always laughs and she is just a funny type a person. My mom is so caring and so kind. My mom also decorates, I think she has the best style of decorating, and if I had my own house I would pay her to come decorate it! And also I want to look my my mom when I am older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam- Sam is a very funny boy, He is 16 almost 17 and he hasn't even gotten his drivers license!! I think he is totally crazy!! As soon as I turn 16 I am getting mine! I think Sam is very good at acting and improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh- Josh is 15 he is really good at putting together sound systems and building things. Josh is a excellent basketball player and he is also very good at losing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah- Sarah is 10 she is always making new friends and she is so easy to get along with. Sarah is very kind and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben- Ben is 7 or 8, Ben is a great football player and he is very good at Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those are just some of the good things about my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111981370052744763?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111981370052744763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111981370052744763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111981370052744763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111981370052744763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-family_26.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111980411095444584</id><published>2005-06-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:46:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thailand Banquet</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Thailand Banquet it was so fun. When we first got there we listened to Chad and Tamara and I thought they sounded so great! I sat with Jody, Jeremy, Brad, Maddy and Kaitlyn. I thought the dinner and desert was so good and I loved the speaking. When Sam first spoke I thought it was very funny when they started doing the skits about the key in the door and the way people drive. Over all I thought the banquet was so great and I had a really good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111980411095444584?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111980411095444584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111980411095444584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111980411095444584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111980411095444584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/thailand-banquet.html' title='The Thailand Banquet'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111974546516025934</id><published>2005-06-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:24:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>My comments are all gone because when I put haloscan on my blog they deleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111974546516025934?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111974546516025934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111974546516025934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111974546516025934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111974546516025934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/comments_25.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111972608661090315</id><published>2005-06-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:15:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>I am so scared about going to high school. When you are in elementary it's like your the big fish in a little pond but at the end of summer I will be the little fish in a big pond. I never really thought of high school like that until some people were saying how nervous they were, before I wasn't really nervous, now I am. A lot of people say you get tones of homework and it is very hard to keep up with it. I have always got B's  and A's in school but now I am so scared that I am going to start failing. Another thing that I don't like about high school is some school will not let you in because you don't liv close to the school or some are "better" than others.And again I am worried about is keeping in touch with elementary friends. Two of my best friends are going to a differnt school and I hope we can still keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111972608661090315?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972608661090315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111972608661090315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972608661090315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972608661090315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111972516998148504</id><published>2005-06-25T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:49:56.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade Seven Graduation</title><content type='html'>On the 21st Hatzic Elementary held a grade seven grad dinner. It was so awesome. The food was great and I had a blast.  I was really not looking forward to the grad becuase I really don't want to go to high school. Most of my friends are all going to differnt schools. At the grad everyone dressed up I also dressed up for the first time I wore a skirt the last time before that night that I wore a skirt was at my great grandma's funeral.  At the graduation I won a award it was "Effort makes the difference" I was not execpting a award at all. When they called my name I started getting up and my sandal fell off so it took me longer to get it. I was so happy when I won that award becuase I never really win anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111972516998148504?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972516998148504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111972516998148504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972516998148504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972516998148504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/grade-seven-graduation.html' title='Grade Seven Graduation'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953584.post-111972364630980624</id><published>2005-06-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:31:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67143013@N00/21489175/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/21489175_63536a44a6_o.jpg" width="400" height="265" alt="bewitched2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw bewitched last night with Lauren, Jody, Maddy, Kaitlyn, Clinton, Phil and Jeremy. I was so fun. Bewitched is such a funny movie we were all laughing the whole time, the people in front of us must have thought we were really weird. After the movie we all ran up the stage and started dancing but then we get kiked out because the worker said we wern't aloud to dance.  Everytime I go to movies with my friends we have a tradition to always buy bouncy balls, so of corse we bought a couple. I hope when I go to high school my friends and I still go to the movies all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953584-111972364630980624?l=lisaswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972364630980624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953584&amp;postID=111972364630980624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972364630980624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953584/posts/default/111972364630980624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/bewitched.html' title='Bewitched'/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18091704833352222053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos17.flickr.com/21704410_bdbdae5708_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
