<?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-971609570341828503</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:06:18.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-2561899786439908832</id><published>2010-04-05T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:18:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do and don't think that TAKS will help me in school. I think that TAKS will help me because it worries the mind and causes kids to want to learn more. I also think that TAKS is a bad thing because....... lets say you spill a drop of water on the scan tron, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FAIL!&lt;/span&gt; also TAKS is the cause for a lot of anxiety cases. so in my mind, TAKS is not on my good list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-2561899786439908832?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/2561899786439908832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-and-dont-think-that-taks-will-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/2561899786439908832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/2561899786439908832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-and-dont-think-that-taks-will-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-3871970619777230349</id><published>2010-03-29T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:26:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend full of baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of you in this class play a sport, I play baseball, My weekend was NONSTOP BASEBALL. It started out as a Double-Header (two games in one day) on Friday night. I was cool, but when it got around 8:30 it got COLD! *sigh* perfect, just perfect. we lost 3-8. Saturday was good for me, I finally joined a Church near my house (i have not joined a church before that) it was fun! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-3871970619777230349?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/3871970619777230349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend-full-of-baseball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/3871970619777230349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/3871970619777230349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend-full-of-baseball.html' title='My weekend full of baseball'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-1915040075157696411</id><published>2010-03-24T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:05:48.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back From Spring Break!! : (</title><content type='html'>I am sort of not wanting to go back to school....I really like watching T.V., shooting Cameron and Dakota with Nerf guns, playing Robolx , and stuff like that. *sigh* I just remembered That T.A.K.S. is in 2 weeks!!! I HATE T.A.K.S.!!! Why don't other states have to suffer like we have to in Texas! To me T.A.K.S. means nothing. It is just another benchmark or mile stone! I do think T.A.K.S. is important though, but I don't like it. I am VERY confident that I will pass the test. After I graduate from collage, I will try to end T.A.K.S. for good. I do NOT like the test one bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-1915040075157696411?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/1915040075157696411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-from-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1915040075157696411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1915040075157696411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-from-spring-break.html' title='Im Back From Spring Break!! : ('/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-1097327412184177123</id><published>2010-03-02T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:52:35.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I had a sort of fun and sort of scary weekend. As the people in Smittie's class and other classes can see, I am in a sling with a bandaged arm. I got bitten by a dog, a pitbull to be specific. It was not fun. The Nerf war before it was, but when I got bitten it was not. I was saved by a neighbor who was driving by while the pitbull was violently shaking my arm. He yelled at the dog and it let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pretty deep wound. When the medic came into the house, he said "the pitbull got you pretty good". Anyway, here's how I got bitten: Dakota and I were walking to my house after a Nerf war and Dakota petted the dog, that was being walked by two little girls, so I figured it would be okay to pet it. I petted it once, twice, and the third time it bit my arm and started shaking it. Then the neighbor that I mentioned earlier came up and yelled at the pitbull. I thought that it was letting go to get a better grip, so I dropped my Nerf gun and ran as fast as I could. When my friends saw me running up the street, they were scared that I got bit by a pitbull when they saw the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in my house and my mom applied pressure on the wound, so blood would not run out. It took about 5 minutes for the ambulance to get here. I suppose that it is a good thing that I live pretty close to the fire station. I went outside with the EMT to get in the ambulance and some of my friends from the bus saw me. I got in the ambulance and my dad rode with me. Actually, it did not hurt that much and I only cried for a minute. I kept asking my mom and my dad if I was going to be okay and they kept on responding yes, and they were right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Children's Hospital (I was there for appendicitis last year), and the nurses were really nice. I didn't stay the night. When they put stitches on me, it didn't hurt. The pain medicine was not in a shot. It was liquid -- I had to drink it. I did NOT taste good! Even when they said it tasted like cherry, it still tasted horrible, but that was not for the wound, that was just for the needle. They ended up putting a gel on the wound and when they sewed it up, I did not feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in the car, I was really drugged up on medicine, so right when we left the parking lot, I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson on this, the HARD way. Never pet a dog that you do not know! Especially pitbulls. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-1097327412184177123?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/1097327412184177123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1097327412184177123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1097327412184177123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learned.html' title='A Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-6116060912768281385</id><published>2010-02-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:55:58.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Comparison &amp; Contrast Of The Lightning Thief Book &amp; Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="370" id="viddler_fd6f553f"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/fd6f553f/" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/fd6f553f/" width="437" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="viddler_fd6f553f"&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/971609570341828503-6116060912768281385?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/6116060912768281385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-comparison-contrast-of-lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6116060912768281385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6116060912768281385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-comparison-contrast-of-lightning.html' title='My Comparison &amp; Contrast Of The Lightning Thief Book &amp; Movie'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-267937524644127386</id><published>2010-02-22T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:26:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.....My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, My weekend wasn't that exiting, It was.....Interesting. On Saturday morning I went to The store with my family, Witch is ALWAYS a mess. Ryan is always tearing things up, or taking things off the shelves and not putting it down, so , me, dad, and Ryan stayed in the car. Usually Ryan screams his head off, but this time he was.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up to a iron paw (Ryan's hand)swung at my face at full speed, Yeah, Its like the lightning thief in my house, I'm gonna get hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-267937524644127386?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/267937524644127386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/ummy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/267937524644127386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/267937524644127386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/ummy-weekend.html' title='Um.....My Weekend'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-5923316726110883813</id><published>2010-02-17T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:19:57.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Would you vote for Abe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;African-American slave: I would so my friends would be free, Also ,WHAT IS WRONG WITH BLACK PEOPLE IN THE SOUTH!!!??? WE DIDNT DO A DANG THING TO THEM!! The last time I was mad like that I had to poo.......(I think they have to poo).&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White abolitionist from Massachusetts: I would so my black cosigns and friends will be free And actually know what freedom is like. Also I want to work with Abe to free the slaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White senator from Alabama: I would, even though I am from the south, I still think that slavery is wrong. Every time I try to end slavery, All the slave owners protest against me.&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/971609570341828503-5923316726110883813?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/5923316726110883813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5923316726110883813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5923316726110883813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html' title='President&apos;s Day 1860 Presidential Election'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-5136530496902851832</id><published>2010-01-14T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:19:12.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lightning thief</title><content type='html'>1. How anxious do you get when you know you are not allowed to read further into the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know because I have not read ahead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who/what are your favorite characters so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy and Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite place/scene visited in the chapters that we have read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Percy fought the Minotaur and snapped its horn off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you like or dislike this novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it because it keeps you from putting the book down with all the suspense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you looked further into some of the Greek Mythology? If so, at what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I did not study this until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-5136530496902851832?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/5136530496902851832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/01/lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5136530496902851832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5136530496902851832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/01/lightning.html' title='the lightning thief'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-2249143202470442336</id><published>2010-01-13T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:39:13.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VreUJuqfsXI/S03axcX6SYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lxDhuH6LiC4/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VreUJuqfsXI/S03axcX6SYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lxDhuH6LiC4/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426233669016242562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/971609570341828503-2249143202470442336?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/2249143202470442336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/2249143202470442336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/2249143202470442336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VreUJuqfsXI/S03axcX6SYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lxDhuH6LiC4/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-123147644940702774</id><published>2009-12-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:53:42.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im coming home from the war with a gash in my neck</title><content type='html'>Wow,that was rough,I had never done anything harder in my life here's my injuries: Gash in my neck,crick in my neck,bullet in my thigh.....and that's all my injuries.Anyway, I wonder how America will turn out? I think that I know what to do: share money with our friends(including the one that is in a cot for 50 days)and relatives,get enough money to buy a farm for our friends and family and us,fund the cities so that they can rebuild them,also I don't know what will happen with the land from the land won in the french and Indian war,and if all this works we will have a 4Th of July like no other WE WILL.....i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Network/Servers/thom-stu-xsvr.mesquiteisd.org/Volumes/Data/stuhome/5f18/Desktop/Picture%202.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-123147644940702774?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/123147644940702774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/12/im.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/123147644940702774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/123147644940702774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/12/im.html' title='Im coming home from the war with a gash in my neck'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-273926654367725377</id><published>2009-12-02T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:53:08.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Going to war mom</title><content type='html'>dear family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been selected to go to war against the British army..........so if i do not come back, first I will take you to have the time of your lives. I know that we will win against the British army, I just know it. Our general, George, is a great leader, id say hes good enough to be president of the 13 colonies! I am not that happy with war, I want freedom ,but I don't want to die. If I do not come back, freedom will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-273926654367725377?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/273926654367725377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-war-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/273926654367725377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/273926654367725377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-war-mom.html' title='Im Going to war mom'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-1906149617671979109</id><published>2009-11-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:27:11.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a african slave</title><content type='html'>I have been taken from my home and been stuck on a dirty ship and I have been forced to row a 1000 pound ship. everyone on the ship is very sick and i have been thrown up on twice! I have arrived in America,i am starving and now i am being sold to a person i don't even know ! now i am being walked to a field to be forced to work.day 2:Now i understand what i am doing here i am a slave! its been three years seance i have been here and i have found a way to deal with it 1:eat all of YOUR food 2:save your energy. and 3:DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD. if you do that, you will live (and hopefully be free)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-1906149617671979109?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/1906149617671979109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-were-african-slave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1906149617671979109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/1906149617671979109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-were-african-slave.html' title='if i were a african slave'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-3877784943732391608</id><published>2009-10-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:23:13.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream makers V.S dream breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My name is Andy, I am a dream maker, I guess I don't know if I have inspired anyone yet. But I will try to inspire them to the limit. last year in fourth grade there were AL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T of dream breakers in my class but luckily i survived the school year. The last thing someone told me was ''your breath stinks''! and all I didn't say anything back because I knew that I had survived the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A dream maker is a person that inspires other people or friends. A dream breaker is a person that tells people or friends to do bad things like doing drugs,making bad grades or stealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-3877784943732391608?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/3877784943732391608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-drean-breakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/3877784943732391608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/3877784943732391608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-drean-breakers.html' title='dream makers V.S dream breakers'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-98589312098153199</id><published>2009-10-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:13:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro Boy - War In The Future</title><content type='html'>In the future, machines have turned against mankind. So a scientist created the perfect boy, half man, half machine. He and two survivors from the war are trying to stop the machines and bring back the spark of life. This is their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy has woken up years after we lost the war. He has no clue what he is, what he is doing here and why. He wandered outside of the lab and saw that the hallways were destroyed and there were bullet holes everywhere. He thought, "this is horrible, what happened here?". Suddenly, he sees a shadowy figure running across the room next to him. He went into the room and saw nothing. Suddenly, a large cat-like machine fell from the ceiling. All he could do was run. Three large knives came springing out of his wristwatch. He pulled on the watch and realized it was a part of him. So, he stuck out his hand and stabbed it. Then, two people came up to him and asked him if he was okay. Their names were Ryan and Tim. Ryan had incredible strength and Tim had a machine-controlling remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went outside and saw a robot was digging a hole into the center of the earth. Then one dropped a bomb down the hole. Realizing what could happen, Andy shot down the hole like a bullet. He caught the bomb and threw it straight up the hole. Ryan caught it and threw it into space. After that, thousands of robots ran towards them to destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute!  You don't know how they come up with that plan and how the war goes.  Here's how they came up with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robots gathered in a secret lab discussing how they would destroy the earth. Finally, one came up with the idea that if you dig a hole to the center of the earth, drop a bomb that only reacts to heat into the hole, it would not only make all the volcanoes in the world erupt because of the pressure, the world would also explode with it. That leads to when Andy woke up to when they stopped the bomb to the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot army was fierce. Andy, Ryan and Tim were outnumbered 1000 to 3. There were robots in every building that they tried to hide or defend themselves in. The war was tough, but they still won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they realized it was time to take on the leader. They knew it was like suicide, but they knew they had to do it. It was time to go and kill the boss. When they entered the room that the boss was in, there was no one there. Then, out of nowhere this huge robot that had too many parts to describe about came out of nowhere. Ryan charged for the kill, but a huge punch hit him right in the face. The punch was so hard, he shot out of the building like a bullet! Then, Tim went for the same thing, but again, the same thing happened to Tim that happened to Ryan -- he got punched out of the building! Andy put up a good fight, but he was no match for the boss. Suddenly, the center of his chest started glowing. Then, a huge laser fired straight out of there draining almost all of his energy, but it killed the boss in one hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walked outside to check on Ryan and Tim, he could not see them. He checked the building right across from the building that he was in. He found Ryan and Tim on the top floor. Realizing how critical their condition was, he took them to the nearest medical center and since he knew how to heal them, he did it. Then, right when he got finished healing them, these words shot into his head: The boss is dead, the army is defeated, and the world is safe. Now, it is up to you to protect the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-98589312098153199?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/98589312098153199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-boy-war-in-future.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/98589312098153199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/98589312098153199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-boy-war-in-future.html' title='Astro Boy - War In The Future'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-5154360240433434922</id><published>2009-10-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:07:04.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Off My Labels</title><content type='html'>My label right now, i like it. It is pretty good. Need to add some comedy to it, but yeah it's good. CAn a lable have a downside? Yes and no. If you have a bad lable, or a label that gets you bullied, TEAR IT OFF! Though if you are being yourself, except for the bad label part, keep your label on and hopefully you will find a person who likes your label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 friends, Cameron, Bradnon, and Dillon, they like my label, I guess. I think people like my label because I can be funny. I am fun. Sometimes my label is unexpected, but i like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-5154360240433434922?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/5154360240433434922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-my-labels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5154360240433434922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5154360240433434922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-my-labels.html' title='Tearing Off My Labels'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-6209350387534729537</id><published>2009-10-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:05:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did Today</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I ate waffles. They tasted good. Next, I watched Ryan. He was crazy as usual. Afterwards, he snuck upstairs by taking down the gate, and I still don't know how he did it, and almost drank my mom's nasal spray. After that, we were watching him to see if he was acting drunk, falling over, or wanting to go to sleep. He didn't do any of them. In fact, he acted as usual. He is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that, I went upstairs and played on my computer. Then, Mom asked me to take some laundry baskets upstairs. Then I got really bored. In my house, we have 2 of the same remotes. So, I grabbed one of them and started messing around with mom's TV while she was watching it, and she kept changing the channel back, but I was standing on the stairs pressing the off button or guide. It was funny. She caught me after about 15 minutes of messing around with her. That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was done, I went back and played on my computer for about an hour. Once I was finished with that, I went downstairs and played my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. Afterwards, I went outside and rode my Fusion scooter. Upon returning home, I went upstairs and played my computer again. This time it was for a very long time. Then, the kid next door to me, Jonah, came over and asked me to play, but Ryan was sleeping at the time and it woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I did my homework and here I am now. About 15 minutes after this I am going to bed. I would summarize this day as some of it was boring and some of it was really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-6209350387534729537?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/6209350387534729537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6209350387534729537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6209350387534729537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I Did Today'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-992105069082377942</id><published>2009-10-01T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:37:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artemis Fowl 10/01/2009 - reading log</title><content type='html'>Holly has finally escaped Artemis and his butler.  Right now back up from her squad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;escape&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt;, but they were too late and they ended up being caught by him as a second chance for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt; and his butler.  They ended up chasing after Holly to try to pick her up.  She thought that the people who were chasing her was Artemis.  When she turned around to fire back at Artemis, which was really the captain, she accidentally shot him in the leg and realized that it wasn't him when it was too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-992105069082377942?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/992105069082377942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/artemis-fowl-10012009-reading-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/992105069082377942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/992105069082377942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/10/artemis-fowl-10012009-reading-log.html' title='Artemis Fowl 10/01/2009 - reading log'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-5384390090691799391</id><published>2009-09-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:35:00.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artemis Fowl 09/30/2009 reading log</title><content type='html'>Artemis Fowl is hunting down Holly Short (police lieutenant).  His butler, named butler, has a gun and has it aimed right at Holly's back.  Artemis moved a bit because he was feeling uncomfortable and then Holly looked back and saw the gun pointing right at her.  She ducked immediately.  After that, she pulled out her gun and started firing 2 shots at them, both missed.  The police department down where Holly lived had got the word that Holly was under attack by Artemis.  The commander of the police sent all of his troops to go and help her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this chapter, I felt very curious at first.  Now, it starts to really make me wonder about the story.  When Holly started taking fire from Artemis and his butler, that really got me excited.  I guess I would recommend this book.  It's an exciting book.  I feel very curious and excited to read the rest of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-5384390090691799391?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/5384390090691799391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/09/artemis-fowl-09302009-reading-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5384390090691799391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/5384390090691799391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/09/artemis-fowl-09302009-reading-log.html' title='Artemis Fowl 09/30/2009 reading log'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971609570341828503.post-6804292541400565602</id><published>2009-09-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:33:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ecosystim</title><content type='html'>i was here only one day so it wont be much.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me and my science group made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971609570341828503-6804292541400565602?l=smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/feeds/6804292541400565602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecosystim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6804292541400565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971609570341828503/posts/default/6804292541400565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock018.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecosystim.html' title='ecosystim'/><author><name>Andy's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16446990034439657018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
