<?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-3718942644802710496</id><updated>2011-09-17T08:39:39.262-04:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Book Report'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Basking in the Beauty'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Sob Story'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='My Artwork'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Being a Teen'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Funny Posts'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Forwards'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Babysitting'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Kinnie Koala</title><subtitle type='html'>I want to cling onto God like a Koala clings onto a tree.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8750408880829720812</id><published>2010-11-25T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:36:31.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A Chaucerian Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CAROL-%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} h1 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:14.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:0pt; 	font-weight:normal;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:2.0cm 3.0cm 26.95pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.45pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.45pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah, so I had to write a Chaucerian Tale about myself in english this year ... hope you enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm an extroverted introvert with shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For describing myself in public gives me pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This truth would cause the ones who know me best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To shake their heads that over this I’m stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For they know well how focused I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When insisting their attention be on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps this shows my truly humble side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or, turn the coin … it’s just my stinkin’ pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fact I really need to think this through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Should prove an introvert is here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I’m flighty and fall for any distraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For me it’s hard to work ‘round hyper-action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want my work to shine like precious gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall create a pretty gem to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But then in order for me to do my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seem to lose much of my teenage rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weekend is my restoration time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without a break my life will ne’er be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this I know a number may be fooled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But my biggest dream is just to be homeschooled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mind does linger as I look about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is there a God with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The way the sky will crimp the mountaintops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then falls a gentle shower of a million raindrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dawn breaks open the night by a Divine ray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fresh hope and strength are found in a bright new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I do await my latter years to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But for the current day, I laugh with fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My future is a rising, shining star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know my longing dreams will take me far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A dreamy, romantic thinker creates a need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When others are done, I’m still not up to speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Creative ideas fill the canvas of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But in ev’rything else that counts in life, I’m behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s stressful, draining, overwhelming and just no fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be working on “catch up” in a game that never is won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But before you sit down and start to weep for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turn that coin again and another side you’ll see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Understanding, empathy, genuine kindness and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fill my heart with mercy, and those I love find it there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~~ Kinza Allen ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8750408880829720812?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8750408880829720812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8750408880829720812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8750408880829720812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8750408880829720812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/11/chaucerian-tale.html' title='A Chaucerian Tale'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-187607985340848730</id><published>2010-11-22T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:30:38.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Grandma's Come to Stay!</title><content type='html'>Just over a week ago my mom's mom came to live with my family.  For the past 9ish years she has been living with a good friend of her's.  Both are old, independent widows -- so it worked out perfectly!!  However, the bedrooms and the main bathroom are upstairs, and when you are 93-years-old ... you don't always want to do a flight of stairs ... and forget something downstairs, there is nothing you can do but move.  I know everyone is happy about the change, but it is still hard.  Me, I am happy. Sure, now I have a third person nagging me about my home work (but that might not be a bad thing!!!).  My parents, their bedroom got moved down to the basement (so I guess that might suck, but I think they're happy about it now). Grandma, I think she really likes it here (but she must really miss Ruth sometimes). Ruth, I feel really bad that she lives in that big house all alone now (okay, so there's Coco the loyal dog, but it's just not the same ~ nothing personal buddy!!!). Mini, my dog, couldn't be happier Grandma (one of her favourite people in the world) is now under her roof and 24/7 watchdog guard.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of about two weeks, my mom and I packed up my grandma's bedroom at Ruth's house and fixed up her new bedroom at our house. It was a lot of fun for the two of us ... but it must have been very depressing to watch your life being moved away from you.  When the time came for Grandma to leave, she got very quiet. She is not good with goodbyes. Ruth hugged her and they both had tears in their eyes. Then, moments before we left, Grandma handed Ruth one of her famous little white envelopes with her good friend's name written in the perfect center with her beautiful hand writing.  Doubtlessly I could tell you that enclosed was a letter of joyous memories, thank-yous, something she didn't have the heart to say to her face and something only the two of them would understand.  "Oh, Margret," I heard Ruth whisper. Without a word, she walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma reminds me so much of a strong pioneer woman.  She lived much of her life in Liberia, Africa as a missionary.  No electricity. Only outhouses and holes in the ground. No telephone. No fabulous shopping centers.  Just a mud house, family who loves you, and a purpose to serve God.  She has only worn skirts and dresses that fall below her knees and wears a tight little bun in the nook on her neck (I now have the honour to do her hair most days because her Parkinson's disease has made her hands shaky and unable to grasp things with ease).  She has stories to tell, and poems and Bible verses set to memory.  She is such a strong woman, but at the same time, I fear I'll break her because she is so gentle, loving, soft and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight Grandma! I love you," I say when I stand at her door each night.&lt;br /&gt;"And I love you!" she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Kinza Allen ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-187607985340848730?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/187607985340848730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=187607985340848730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/187607985340848730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/187607985340848730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandmas-come-to-stay.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Come to Stay!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7888459063303440550</id><published>2010-05-05T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:34:03.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Fairyland Heroes</title><content type='html'>Today I got back my poetry assignment I handed in way back in February, and I was very please with the outcome of my mark (98%) yay!! :)  So I thought I'd share the more deep and meaningful one with you!!  The following historical poem is written in Ballad form.  Basically, when I was trying to come up with ideas for my poems, my dad suggested I write about Canadian Pacific Railroad (CPR).  I'd done an in depth project on it in grade eight, so I really didn't have any research to do.  So I pulled out my old history binder and set to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairyland Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a fairytale land,&lt;br /&gt;Across the Pacific they'd sail.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving their lives and loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking riches and wheat by the bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was hard on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;The stink of bodies and pee,&lt;br /&gt;Sickness and sorrow set in,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing in sight but the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later the ship came to land.&lt;br /&gt;Many had died on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Loss began to fade.&lt;br /&gt;There was hope in a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their future was to build the railway.&lt;br /&gt;Their hope was to gain new lives.&lt;br /&gt;Through the wealth earned by work, they planned&lt;br /&gt;To better their children and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the foreigners were given explosives,&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous part of the work,&lt;br /&gt;Given less than enough salary&lt;br /&gt;While the foreman continued to lurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the job it was counted.&lt;br /&gt;A man died for each mile of track&lt;br /&gt;And in China a family waited,&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing he'd never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riches are in the fairytale land,&lt;br /&gt;Not riches and wheat by the bale.&lt;br /&gt;But lives of heroes poured out,&lt;br /&gt;Sung in this heart-rending tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kinza Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7888459063303440550?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7888459063303440550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7888459063303440550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7888459063303440550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7888459063303440550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/05/fairyland-heroes.html' title='Fairyland Heroes'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1914322208429396095</id><published>2010-04-26T18:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:37:35.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basking in the Beauty'/><title type='text'>The Business Of Spring</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been really busy recently and I have a thousand things to do tonight, but I don't want another day to go by without a post!! Yesterday I mowed the lawn and pulled out maybe 200 dandelions from the front yard. (the first 40 were sorta fun, but by the 100, it's really not that exciting!)  Flowers are blooming and trees are getting green again. It is such a beautiful evening and I just want to go outside and live it to the full.  What's the point of it all if I'm not able to enjoy it -- or at least not enjoy it close up.  I want to just run outside and sit there or go for a long walk.  However ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have to work on my English Culminating good copy -- so I'll be at that for a few hours for sure!  I also have to write a couple paragraphs on whether or not Facebook is good or bad. (This otta be interesting) haha :)  Oh, and tomorrow ... I have to be at school at 8 in the morning =D yaaay!! NOT.  Stupid dance. All I can think about is how we're not going to have enough time to pull together our really odd dance.  Odd, how so?  Well, it is based on the movie 'Avatar' (which I haven't seen -- everyone looked at me funny when I said this).  Yeah, so we're doing the battle scene to the music 'The Battle' from the sound track in Narnia. Yes I know it is sorta bonkers how that happened, but whatever.  There are four of us in this dance. Two of whom shall be avatars and wearing all blue, while the other two are the humans and wearing what humans wear.  So yes, odd. The annoying part to all of this is that it looks like we are just walking about with a random push or shove here and there. Basically, I'm not sure if my teacher will qualify it as 'dancing'. I guess we'll just have to wait and see now won't we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up this week on the 28th, I have my Piece In Progress for strings class.  I'm playing Meditation de Thias and will be playing it again at the end of the year for my final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a lot to do! Ah, whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1914322208429396095?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1914322208429396095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1914322208429396095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1914322208429396095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1914322208429396095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/business-of-spring.html' title='The Business Of Spring'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1756763117006401526</id><published>2010-04-18T14:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:20:20.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>God Will Make A Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God will make a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Words and music by Don Moen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 3:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8tW31Xp78I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_TGQxwDguks/s1600/Dark+Path+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8tW31Xp78I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_TGQxwDguks/s320/Dark+Path+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554490335948738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When times are tough, friends and even family don't always have your back, but with God, He's always there for you! It is so great to know that He is the light and will show you the way. Life can be very tiring, frightening, and stressful and some days you just don't know how you're going to get through it. &lt;br /&gt;But God will always give you strength!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1756763117006401526?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1756763117006401526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1756763117006401526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1756763117006401526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1756763117006401526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-will-make-way.html' title='God Will Make A Way'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8tW31Xp78I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_TGQxwDguks/s72-c/Dark+Path+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5046121349685666515</id><published>2010-04-15T19:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:27:38.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>The Drama of Being a TEEN</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I really do enjoy being a teen. Sure there's school and stuff ... but come on! Who's going to turn down chilling in the sun, going to the mall for no reason other than to get out of the house, staying out late and then sleeping till 2 in the afternoon -- what's not to like?!?!  Okay, so 15 going on 16 is some fun stuff, but to me there is a serious side to it all. "Boyfriend Girlfriend" stuff -- in my eyes, that's big.  Saying that you are together is not just, "you're my buddy =) ".  To me, it actually means that you are interested in the other person for true grounded reasons such as loyalty and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had crushes since grade three and whoa they were crazy! HAHA!  Now that I look back on them, all I can think is: 'What was I thinking? How didn't I know this guy was a jerk? And I thought I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;this person?'  There is such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; difference from having a 'crush' and 'being in love'.  A few months ago my mom and I were talking and she said something about how she had gone crazy over a couple of guys when she was young, but when she met my dad they had a more mature relationship. Sure they loved each other a TON, but it wasn't like a crush -- it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.  Then of course I have to go home, turn on my iPod and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crush"&lt;/span&gt; by Selena Gomez comes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your memories turn into dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is only one explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't really in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't really in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was just a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was just a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sparks fly when we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was just a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was just a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm that's right!  It was just a crush! Isn't life crazy?!?  I love it for that reason. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question I'm asked frequently is why I would only date a Christian boy. For starters, I don't dislike non-Christians ... it just that it wouldn't work for me in a relationship.  God is my life and dating a guy who didn't have the same feelings towards God that I have, that would mean I was putting God second -- and I just can't do that.  I want a boyfriend whom I can talk to on a spiritual level and know that what he says to me is coming from a guy who honours God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of 'requirements' for a guy to be my boyfriend, and often people tell me that if I want a boyfriend, I'm going to have to relax a bit.  But the thing is, I won't be satisfied with the relationship if I just go for any guy I find attractive if I lower my requirements!  Like what's the point in that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interest in marrying a non-Christian for the reasons stated above.  It just wouldn't feel right to me.  I love the security of my Christian family and wouldn't want my kids to be brought up in any other style home.  I see no point in bribing myself with sweet, hot, loving, caring and amazing non-Christian boys when I know for a fact that one day we will part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want ...  not what my parents are forcing upon me.  It's my life and my choices --  and it just so happens that my parents are very pleased with my life  choices so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, even if I have to wait till I'm thirty (and I pray that will never be the case for me) and I find the perfect Christian guy for me -- I'll know that God is in the relationship and I can stand strong in my faith that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;wants for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5046121349685666515?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5046121349685666515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5046121349685666515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5046121349685666515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5046121349685666515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/drama-of-being-teen.html' title='The Drama of Being a TEEN'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-2570585354213560399</id><published>2010-04-14T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:13:37.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Is This Really MY Life?!? =)</title><content type='html'>As I said in a previous post, I'm taking the Jazz Dance 1 course at my school this year. On Monday this week my friend came over to my house to practice for it.  We had to do a dance to 'Belief' by Gavin Degraw.  We were given the first minute or so choreography to get stared with -- and then it was up to us!  It sounded like a realistic assignment, but the thing with me and my friend is that we have like no formal training in dance so this project took us way longer than the average group.  We had a ton of fun working on it together and every time we came up with something that just worked perfectly, we'd jump up and down and freaked out!! =)  Then on Tuesday we did the dance for our class.  I was so excited.  The anticipation was killing me!  I wanted to get out there and do it, but at the same time I was afraid that one (or both of us) would fall in the lifts or jumps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;we'd forget the routine -- because that would be embarrassing and our mark would go down. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time finally came when we'd all sit down and watch the groups present and of course, we had to go last!  We both wanted to just go and do it, but in the end I was glad we'd gone last.  It gave us time to watch and see what we want to make sure we do, and then what we didn't want to do.  Also, I was sweating like a horse from practicing and needed to cool off a bit! tee hee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothered me about the dances was that every once in a while a group would do something that was very similar to what we'd come up with.  It was definitely a bit disheartening. as I'm watching all I can think of is, "Oh, that's totally our thing!" or "Great, now they're going to think we stole that from them!".  Oh well!  What can you do?  Besides, we were all doing the same song, so there must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;similarities ... and we just happened to choose the highlights of all the dances and combined them into one magnificent dance!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end the dance went beautifully!  We didn't forget anything, we didn't fall, and we didn't humiliate ourselves! YAY US!!  I'm so proud of how well we did.  Honestly, even if our mark isn't as high as we'd hoped (and I don't even know what I'm hoping for at this point) I'll still be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so dancing for four hours straight in the backyard ... cold hands and feet ... sweating like crazy ... feet aching so badly you don't even want to walk ... I had a great time and it was SO worth it!!!!  One thing's for sure, I haven't a clue how dancers do this every day.  I guess they get used to it and their body doesn't mind being twirled around constantly.  I sure have built up a lot of respect for them though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-2570585354213560399?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/2570585354213560399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=2570585354213560399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2570585354213560399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2570585354213560399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-i-said-in-previous-post-im-taking.html' title='Is This Really MY Life?!? =)'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-3010554906781780024</id><published>2010-04-13T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:03:15.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basking in the Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Spring, Summer, Fall ... WINTER?</title><content type='html'>Winter.  You know ... that time of year where lots and lots of fluffy white stuff falls gracefully from the big blue sky? I don't remember what a big heap of snow really feels like anymore.  And a snow day, what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;? I didn't shovel snow once this winter and it felt sorta weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Canada + Winter = Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... right? ... wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If it has to be cold, I want snow. I hate the bitter cold but I love to frolic in deep snow drifts. There is just something so peaceful yet exciting about it.  A couple of months ago when my church youth group went on our winter retreat we had the joyous delight of snow, then back at the ranch ... a.k.a. Toronto ... rain, chilly air and grass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon as I'm writing this post, I look outside and see a beautiful day of sunshine and green grass. Since the snow never really came I'm ready to plunge on into spring and quickly &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8ToxCdmCGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OPHC5peMji4/s1600/Silhouette+of+Couple+on+Beach+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8ToxCdmCGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OPHC5peMji4/s320/Silhouette+of+Couple+on+Beach+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459744577452116066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thereafter, summer! I love to be outside and enjoy the sun, sipping lemonade and walking barefoot on the soft grass. Then night time comes along and you can sit up as late as you can fight off the mosquitoes. I love to walk barefoot along the lake at night. The coolness of the sand and the beauty of the lake with the moon watching over it. I could stand watching forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-3010554906781780024?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/3010554906781780024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=3010554906781780024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3010554906781780024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3010554906781780024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-summer-fall-winter.html' title='Spring, Summer, Fall ... WINTER?'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8ToxCdmCGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OPHC5peMji4/s72-c/Silhouette+of+Couple+on+Beach+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1610486867097368898</id><published>2010-04-11T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:25:33.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>And We Gave HIM a Crown of THORNS</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago when I was thinking about blogging again, a thought popped into my mind. When Christians go to Heaven, God presents us with the crown of life and the crown of glory. Although I have no idea what this crown will look like, just knowing what it represents and who it is being received from, I'm sure it will be of the utmost beauty.  It doesn't matter what we do, God always gives us what we don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-r7Q-ZEqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8g5kvnm8QWA/s1600/Crown+of+Thorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-r7Q-ZEqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8g5kvnm8QWA/s200/Crown+of+Thorns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458270308053619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed is the man who endures  temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Peter 5:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  of glory that does not fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelations 2:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... Be faithful until death,  and I will give you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love acting like a princess and wearing my crown ... (and yes, sometimes to school) ... but knowing that the crown of thorns we gave our Saviour was intended as a symbol of mocking  and being placed on the most humble, loving and righteous king -- it just gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1610486867097368898?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1610486867097368898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1610486867097368898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1610486867097368898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1610486867097368898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-we-gave-him-crown-of-thorns.html' title='And We Gave HIM a Crown of THORNS'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-r7Q-ZEqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8g5kvnm8QWA/s72-c/Crown+of+Thorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-9199236959351602521</id><published>2010-04-09T16:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:25:26.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>2008, 2009 and -gasp- 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been almost two years since I last blogged.  Well, in a way I can believe it.  Life happens, you change, fads change and your priorities change.  In other words: AND THEN THERE WAS FACEBOOK!! I started doing Facebook in maybe April or May of grade eight ... so pretty much when I stopped blogging!! Haha! About three weeks ago I got a Twitter account =/ not too sure why. I'm crazy that way I guess. It is so lame though.  I love to talk and write so 140 characters does NOT work for me!! Anyone who knows me would agree to that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize my life for the past two years ... deep breath now ...&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from grade eight, auditioned and was accepted into an arts high school, grade nine was great! Failed math, geography was weird, finished my sixth year of french and I'm still not even mildly fluent.  Strings was great, theory: sorta, music history: I guess, gym: lots of fun and health/sex ed. : stupid when I lost marks for saying abstinence is the best and correct way to go on a project!  English was pretty good but I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-VB8uOU1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XRz87iqR3-A/s1600/Kinza+Pretty+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-VB8uOU1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XRz87iqR3-A/s320/Kinza+Pretty+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458245134108742482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just really hated my mark and science: not cool! Then summer came around! Went to summer school and passed math. Then grade ten began: English, lots of fun this year, strings isn't as good this year, but theory and music history are much better. Canadian history is good stuff. I love my teacher but I just wish I understood these silly wars better. Science: I hate it more than ever -- however I did get a really good mark back today :) Civics was pretty fun and Careers is just a joke! This year I have taken a risk ... a risk I've wanted to take for years and years, DANCE! The first several months of class were very scary! Approximately one third of the class are dance majors, so class can be very intimidating at times. But now that I've gotten more into it, and I actually know a little bit about dance, I'm having a ton of fun!  I'm failing math yet again and I have yet to find a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall of 2009 I started taking American Sign Language classes at Bob Rumball Centre of the Deaf. So far I have completed 1A and 1B and it has been so much fun and I've learned to much! The silly thing is that I can carry on a much more mature conversation in ASL than I can in French -- even though I've only been taking classes for about five or six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-V9XyzrGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rzSJ5Lakxzg/s1600/To+Save+A+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-V9XyzrGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rzSJ5Lakxzg/s320/To+Save+A+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458246154988006498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Easter and I must say, I'll never forget it! My church youth group went to the Good Friday Cafe at another church and we saw the movie 'To Save A Life'!! The place was packed and many people cried ... but in a good way. I'm shocked that I didn't cry. In a way I was sad I didn't cry. I'm a crier and I'm proud to say it! :) Now, if I'd been at home watching the movie next to my mom --- I'd have cried for sure!!! We are like a domino disaster! haha!!  It was a great experience watching the movie with a bunch of youth groups. When something good happened everyone would applaud and then when something bad happened everyone yelled at the screen!! I really want to talk on and on about it but I don't want to ruin it for other people. I can't wait till it goes on DVD! =) I just feel so blessed that I've already seen it because it's actually not even in Canada yet. What I was told was that the theaters were afraid/didn't like it, so it wasn't in many theaters or for very long. The church that showed it got one of the four official copies of the movie -- tee hee, not sure if that made sense, but that's basically what I was told :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh at people when they'd forget big exciting events, but now I'm starting to really understand it.  When you grow up you experience so many things and it is actually hard to keep it all straight. I don't want to forget Easter of 2010 -- so I'm back to blogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-9199236959351602521?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/9199236959351602521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=9199236959351602521' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9199236959351602521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9199236959351602521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2010/04/2008-2009-and-gasp-2010.html' title='2008, 2009 and -gasp- 2010!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S7-VB8uOU1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XRz87iqR3-A/s72-c/Kinza+Pretty+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4377869780003867098</id><published>2008-05-11T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:17:02.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a51304f4463314f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Mommy!!!!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a51304f4463314f413d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark%20HTTP/1.1&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4377869780003867098?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4377869780003867098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4377869780003867098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4377869780003867098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4377869780003867098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6976506027172901526</id><published>2007-06-05T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:14:47.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sob Story'/><title type='text'>My Birthday!!  (Part One)</title><content type='html'>Today was my BIRTHDAY!!!!  And I'm a true TEEN!!!!  Not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;teen -- but a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEEN TEEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It's been a really good day.  (Other than a lot of home-work)  Also today when I was getting ready to pick my grandma (mom's mom) up for supper I was holding my most prided possession -- Holly.  Holly and I go back a LONG LONG way.  She was originally my mom's doll -- I bought her for her Birthday and she loved her.  But Holly needed to have someone to take care of her. Mommy was at work and had many things to do when she got home, therefore I became her full time caregiver. Five years ago today my mom decided that on my birthday I could choose one of her things that I would like and it would become mine.  I had up until midnight to decide. The car and house were no goes -- I tried -- every year -- same answer -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first year I hummed and I hawed over what I wanted.  And then I knew what I wanted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nah, she wouldn't want to give that up.  But it's all I really want. There aren't many things an eight year old would want of a forty-something year olds.'&lt;/span&gt;  Then I burst out in tears and ran into my mom's embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kinza honey, what's wrong?  Do you know what you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffling I replied, "Yes, but I know you won't let me have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say for a while because I was too embarrassed.  Then finally ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I -I want Holly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom started to cry and hugged me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Kinza!  Holly is the best gift imaginable!  She's yours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried long and hard.  Holly was and is mine forever!  There couldn't be a more perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to now -- five years later, I cry again over Holly.  When I was getting ready to go mom asked me if I was going to take Holly along.  I don't normally take her with me when I go places -- but she is extra special on my birthday. Then I cried.  I new I was getting too old to have Holly tag along with me -- even in the car.  So as I wished, mom found Holly a pretty Birthday outfit and found her a place of honor in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, so I'll continue A.S.A.P. (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm going to post some pictures of today.  And I still have to decide on this years 'Mom's To Mine Gift'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6976506027172901526?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6976506027172901526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6976506027172901526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6976506027172901526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6976506027172901526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-part-one_05.html' title='My Birthday!!  (Part One)'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8222865669303329966</id><published>2007-06-02T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:56:16.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8yLIU0hZEI/AAAAAAAAATc/9B6Fd8Q1Xwo/s1600/Ants+01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8yLIU0hZEI/AAAAAAAAATc/9B6Fd8Q1Xwo/s400/Ants+01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893423237784642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANTS!  Not aunts, ANTS!&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again I'm afraid.  I don't mind spring and summer, I actuality quite like it ... but that's not what I'm getting at ... it's the bugs and insects and creepy crawlies a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things with six or more legs&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess you can imagine what my next sentence is ... Yes, I must simply say it, WE HAVE ANTS IN THE HOUSE!!!!!  Only we have no idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;they are coming from ... at least not yet.  Ants outside is one thing.  But in the house is totally different!  I also have this thing with spiders ... they invade my room!!  Those nasty little things march around my room as if it were the Wall of Jericho ... but seem to get closer and closer to me each round.  As I type this I am watching one of those pesky ants! ... ... ... Ahhh ... I just killed it!  The ants have been found to travel single in the kitchen, my room, mom and dad's room ON THE BED, living room, music room etc. It's so weird ... you will never see two or three ants at one time ... always one ... and you wont see another for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care why they are here, I just want them OUT of here!  Have I made my point?  I think I have.  Now if only ants had access to computers and the internet ... and knew how to read.  But on second thought I would be VERY scared of these little creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a little bit of my bug life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom has been sick.  Migraine headache then sick to her stomach.  She took a WHOLE gravel and well my mom get VERY groggy over a HALF.  So ya ... I don't think I need to explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I will be having my 13th Birthday!!!!  I'll say more later about that.  Other than :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o :0 :o  Soon there will be a TEEN in the house!!!!  "OH NO!!!" cries my mother frightfully.  "A T-T-EEEEN!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget my BIRTHDAY!!! (June 5th)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8222865669303329966?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8222865669303329966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8222865669303329966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8222865669303329966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8222865669303329966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/06/ants.html' title='ANTS!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/S8yLIU0hZEI/AAAAAAAAATc/9B6Fd8Q1Xwo/s72-c/Ants+01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5386208247768132350</id><published>2007-05-04T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:25:05.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I'm Back From Massey Hall!!  (And A Tag)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Massey Hall was great!!!  It went really well!!  I didn't do too bad either! On the way there however... my mom and I got LOST!!!!!  And ... well ... you see ... my mom used to work in that area!!! **sigh** and the seats are first come first served.  They however got good seats in the end.  So who came? Mom, DaD, Grandma, two family friends (think I already told you that).  It was really funny at the end when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had to lead the group off the stage.  1. I didn't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; to leave and 2. On the spot they told me where to go "To the right and up the stairs" well ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO THEY HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY STAIRCASES THERE ARE IN THAT BUILDING?????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was heading off I asked the girls behind me which staircase to go on.  We all agreed it would be the first one.  But then some adults were like "No! Not up there!! Come down HERE!!!"  'well you could have told me that!!'  thinks to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the LARGE amount of stairs ... my Cross Country Coach would love to do practices there. why? because in the race there is a huge hill to climb and to practice climbing the hill we run up and down the staircase for like five minutes!!  Going down doesn't sound that bad, but it is almost as bad ... especially at the speed we go at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;I TAG... &lt;a href="http://smallchild93.blogspot.com"&gt;Small Child&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://beckyisadude.blogspot.com"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://remstersworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Remster&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://justmads.blogspot.com"&gt;Mads&lt;/a&gt; on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Of Your Favorite Hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Of Your Favorite Books (in order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Like About School (or liked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Hate About School (or hated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Of Your Favorite Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this post is kinda long, I'll answer my the tag in another post shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T.F.N. !!&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta For Now!!&lt;br /&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&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/3718942644802710496-5386208247768132350?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5386208247768132350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5386208247768132350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5386208247768132350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5386208247768132350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-from-massey-hall-and-tag_04.html' title='I&apos;m Back From Massey Hall!!  (And A Tag)'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5980770627907214298</id><published>2007-05-02T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:04:26.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>MASSEY HALL!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow evening I will be play my violin at Massey Hall!!!!  I can't wait!!  I will be playing in the All City Ensemble.  My Mom and Dad, my Grandma (mom's mom),  two of my family's close friends will be in the audience just for ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the dress rehearsal and I had to get up at six in the morning so I could be there at eight in the morning.  I wasn't as tiered as a thought I would be -- actually not that much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wrote my rough draft of a short story (maximum 600 words) in about two and a half / three hours.  So what is this short story for???  A competition!!!  My Mom says I shouldn't know how to write such a mushy gushy story.  Then she asked me what I have been reading!! HEHE!!! I LOVE romance!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking for a while on what to write, but then yesterday it just came to me!  That's how writing is I've found.  It doesn't matter on how talented you are at writing or what the topic is, the reader is going to know if your heart was in the writing or not.  I still have to edit it and do a little work on it, but I couldn't risk stopping and loosing my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be posting a YouTube of me so be sure to come back! (Yes mom I need your help.  Yes mom you have to download two videos for your little girl.  Yes mom I love you. Mom, say: Yes dearest Kinza, I will help you very soon. -- hint, hint!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5980770627907214298?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5980770627907214298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5980770627907214298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5980770627907214298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5980770627907214298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/05/massey-hall.html' title='MASSEY HALL!!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-2982820503286230986</id><published>2007-04-30T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:52:15.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS AN EMO????</title><content type='html'>Apparently some people are calling themselves emo when they don't even know what emo means!  Like really, if you knew what emo means you probably wouldn't  go around bragging  that you were emo!!  And if you are  a TRUE emo, you should get some major help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is an emo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, shy, introverted, broken-hearted, glum, and often quiet. Writes poetry, which addresses confusion, depression, loneliness, and anger, all resulting from the world's inability to understand the author. Will sometimes self-injure themselves, most often by means of cutting, burning, or otherwise mutilating themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION&lt;br /&gt;Emo fashion is usually defined to have roots in punk fashion as well as gothic fashion. tight jeans on males and females alike, long&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bangs often brushed to one side of the face, dyed black, straightened hair, tight t-shirts which often bear the names of rock bands, studded belts, belt buckles.&lt;br /&gt;Personality and Fashion  text is copied from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;For more info, go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo_%28slang%29"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I going on and on about emo people??  Well one of my friends is claiming to be going emo and well I was like ... ahhh ... dose she and everyone else like not know what the dictionary definition of emo is or am I the one with the bad rhythm?? One, I did learn a lot about being emo but Two I also learned that I'm not the only one who should do a little research on the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo ... being emo is NOT something you want to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-2982820503286230986?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/2982820503286230986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=2982820503286230986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2982820503286230986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2982820503286230986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-emo.html' title='WHAT IS AN EMO????'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4605698383850869805</id><published>2007-04-26T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:21:41.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Week!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday one of the teachers that I go back REALLY far with's granddaughter came after school to go to her grandma's.  And... well... she's a little polished jewel!! She is 20 months old.  I simply HAD to play with her!!  So I stayed after school for about and hour to play!  It was sooo much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an outline of what we did: Slide, Swing, Run, Slide, Swing, Run, Sit!!!!!  Slide, Swing, Run.  Even though she likes to run around she is not on of those kids you have to put a leash on.  If she goes to far you simply have to call her name and she will 1. stop and wait or 2. run back to you.  One thing I loved about her was that she liked me!!!  When she needed to be picked up to get into the swing seat she went to ME and not grandma!!!!  I felt soooo happy!!!  And now when I am typing this my heart is flooding with joy!!!  When we went back to the parking lot because after an hour I thought I probably should go --  (Thank-you DaDdy for waiting so patiently all that time for me!!) -- she kept on waving and blowing kisses back to me for a long time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park I had a wonderful chat with her grandma, which was an extra bonus!!  And the Extra Extra Bonus was that that day was an example of how God answers prayer!  How??  Well on Monday I had a French Test and well... I wasn't too excited about that.  In the morning my mom prayed that something would come along during my day to make it more exciting or something like that.  I can't really remember what it was exactly, but it was something like that.  Yes, Monday had to be the best day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I found out that I would be going to a Birthday Party!!! YAY!!!  On Saturday I'll be going to my Best Friend's Birthday Party!!!  I can't wait!  Also I'm hoping to meet some of her other fiends that I haven't met yet.  Since we live in different cities, I don't know many of her friends.  I would say what I got her ... but I don't want her to come on and find out what it is BEFORE the party!!  Ha Ha Mimi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for a while longer, but I can say more later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4605698383850869805?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4605698383850869805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4605698383850869805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4605698383850869805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4605698383850869805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderful-week.html' title='A Wonderful Week!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7421766570351455427</id><published>2007-04-18T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:36:43.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Artwork'/><title type='text'>The Paint Computer Program</title><content type='html'>Ok!  So I just made these two pictures a few minutes ago.  They are like total opposites as in the emotions of the people and things in the pictures.  The top one is something you could imagine seeing in a small child's picture book.  And the other?  Well I can see it as a young adults' Sci-Fi book cover.  Making the pictures was fun, quick, and easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RiaSyDBgp-I/AAAAAAAAABc/E373SQM5H5s/s1600-h/HappySun-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RiaSyDBgp-I/AAAAAAAAABc/E373SQM5H5s/s400/HappySun-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054889020272715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RiaSyTBgp_I/AAAAAAAAABk/DeYmsQZboe4/s1600-h/MadSun-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RiaSyTBgp_I/AAAAAAAAABk/DeYmsQZboe4/s400/MadSun-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054889024567683058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7421766570351455427?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7421766570351455427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7421766570351455427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7421766570351455427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7421766570351455427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/paint-computer-program.html' title='The Paint Computer Program'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RiaSyDBgp-I/AAAAAAAAABc/E373SQM5H5s/s72-c/HappySun-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6000826719886781588</id><published>2007-04-13T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:57:55.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>School Dance</title><content type='html'>This after noon was my first REAL dance.  And it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; that afterwards when I was surrounded by quiet my ears rang long and hard!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Considering&lt;/span&gt; that the food is way over priced!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Considering&lt;/span&gt; that I new a total of two songs that were played!!  What I enjoyed most was laughing at the people slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; -- or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitying&lt;/span&gt; them!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!  What can I say??  Sometimes you just have to laugh!  Here are two examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #1:  One of the 'cool guys' a grade up from me (AND NO MOM I DON'T 'LIKE' HIM!!!!) was slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; with this girl in his class that 1. was too tall for him 2. was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; for him.  I felt sorry for him because 1. he looked scared 2. she had her head on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; as if it was the time of her life ... while 3.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stiffly&lt;/span&gt; and having a I-Don't-Know-Why-I'm- Doing-This look on his face while he holds her waist. I REALLY doubt HE asked HER to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #2: There were these two people a grade bellow me who danced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; for the WHOLE TIME!!!!! They knew a grand total of 10 dance moves put together. Yes we were counting!!!! :) But worse yet... they danced like ZOMBIES!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;EEEEEKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! They knew things like side step, sway, funny hand jesters... things like that.  They danced together the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; speaking a word to each other.  Their slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny!! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;consisted&lt;/span&gt; of: boy holding her waist at almost full arms length -- girl hands around his neck at almost arms length!!!!! The most they moved was two steps to the right and two steps to the left!! A few times they moved across the gym but that was it!!! If you ask me ... very dedicated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my version of the dance! So why haven't I gone to a dance before this?? I just simply didn't want to. Even though I was asked to my very first dance I turned it down. I think my friend was jellous of that!!! Weren't you &lt;a href="http://remstersworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Miss R.&lt;/a&gt; Please don't hert me at the restaunt tomorrow for saying this!!!!  Any-hoo it was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6000826719886781588?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6000826719886781588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6000826719886781588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6000826719886781588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6000826719886781588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-dance.html' title='School Dance'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-20694256431933211</id><published>2007-04-06T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:34.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!</title><content type='html'>Today we went to church because it is Good Friday. It was really quiet at church today. Yesterday I was called by the 'worship leader' to do part of the Scripture Reading (Mark 15:21-32 The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;) I read from the New Living Translation. I was shaking when I read it because I was nervous. When I was practicing it at home I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; couldn't read it right! But in the end I did it well. Also my &lt;a href="http://undermylittletinroof.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; played and sang a song she wrote with her guitare. She did it wonderfully!  And she &lt;a href="http://undermylittletinroof.blogspot.com"&gt;POSTED IT ON HER BLOG!!!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://undermylittletinroof.blogspot.com"&gt;GO AND SEE IT!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went out for lunch with one of our close family friends. When we came home I decided I wanted to paint some eggs because I haven't done that in years. I painted four of them which two were quite random, but the other two weren't. The not random ones were painted: first one -- three crosses on one side and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomb&lt;/span&gt; on the other side of it with a blue sky and green grass. I like it a lot! second one -- you know "The Wordless Book"? Well it is a book with four pages. Each page is a different colour. Page #1 Black Page #2 Red Page #3 White Page #4 Gold. Black represents our sin. Red represents Jesus' blood that he shed to take our sins away. White when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; him as our savour. Gold represents when we walk the streets of gold when we get to Heaven. So instead of the "The Wordless Book" I named my egg "The Wordless Egg"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to my Sunday School teacher's house for a movie night. I can't wait! We had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rescedule&lt;/span&gt; two times so I'm glad we will be doing it this time! We will be seeing The Crucifixion!!!!!! I know I will have to close my eyes in some parts, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Monday I will be going over to visit my Grandma and Grandpa on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DaD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; side for a while because I haven't seen my Grandma because she doesn't go out much any more. Besides I love going to their house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-20694256431933211?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/20694256431933211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=20694256431933211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/20694256431933211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/20694256431933211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-2593637648804326021</id><published>2007-04-01T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:19:47.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Posts'/><title type='text'>Gulfing in the Field???</title><content type='html'>Today when I was playing my violin with my mom in the living room I just happened to look out the window... and what do you think I saw??? No it wasn't a chipmunk beating up the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; dog . . . No it wasn't a police officer giving himself a parking ticket . . . and No it wasn't that guy from down the street fishing in the field again . . . this time it was someone hitting a gulf ball around in the field!!! I wonder what has become of the field?!?! I know it is April Fools Day and all but it was WAY after 12:00! Really, out of all the days in the year I don't know why he chose this day. It has been raining all day, so the field is rather muddy and yucky! I tried to take some pictures but I don't think they turned out that good at all!  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was sick.  How sick?  Well, I had a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; that wouldn't go away (and when I had the hick-ups it made my head feel worse. You see... I give a little 'jump' when I hick-up). And I threw up around five times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**SIGH**  &lt;/span&gt;Today we didn't go to church so we went on a very long car drive . . . and can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it ALL of us sang Sunday School Songs!! Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DaD&lt;/span&gt;!!  Before we went out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DaD&lt;/span&gt; read about 7 chapters from the Bible and I said we were free to go because the pastor never covers that much in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;serves&lt;/span&gt;!!  If he did we'd never leave the church! Enough of the jokes!  I really do love to go to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wrote a poem that made my mom cry and it looked like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DaD&lt;/span&gt; could have if he wanted to. I hate it when people read my poems or stories for the first or second time when I'm around. I just get scared! I don't know if I'll post it on my blog yet. It's really funny (not the poem), because it just came to me while I was in bed and when I got up I wrote it down and finished it when I found a break in conversation . . . very few of those!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-2593637648804326021?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/2593637648804326021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=2593637648804326021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2593637648804326021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/2593637648804326021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/04/gulfing-in-field.html' title='Gulfing in the Field???'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8293996758200528713</id><published>2007-03-27T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:36:50.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><title type='text'>Babysitting!!</title><content type='html'>So I've had a 'licence' since November 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2006 but I haven't done a thing! Yesterday I made real business cards and today I made bookmarks! In a few days I will be going down the street to some of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighbours&lt;/span&gt; houses and talk to them.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; nervous!!  I hate just walking up to a house and talking to the owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they are in a bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;What if they have company?&lt;br /&gt;What if they have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; supper hour?&lt;br /&gt;What if they already have a babysitter and don't want a backup?&lt;br /&gt;What if they say they don't like sitters?&lt;br /&gt;What if I stutter or say something stupid while telling them the most important info? -- thinking to themselves -- 'And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to put my children in the trust of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; girl, when she can't even tell us seriously what she is offering? Don't think so!'&lt;br /&gt;What if the whole time I'm there all they can think is -- 'My supper is getting cold!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so enough with the 'What ifs'.  Then there is the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been waiting for you to come and tell us so!&lt;br /&gt;This is great! The kids have been telling us they'd love to have you as their babysitter!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be wonderful to get rid of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;babysitter!&lt;br /&gt;We need you every day next week from three to five!&lt;br /&gt;We know a family that needs you just as much as we do!&lt;br /&gt;We'll call you tomorrow to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arrange&lt;/span&gt; a date!&lt;br /&gt;Come right in and let's get down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, some of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; supper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8293996758200528713?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8293996758200528713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8293996758200528713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8293996758200528713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8293996758200528713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-416154613057294907</id><published>2007-03-25T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:37:59.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Grandpa (my mom's dad) was a character!&lt;br /&gt;He could build almost anything he needed and or wanted.  In Africa, Liberia there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Depot&lt;/span&gt; a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kilometers&lt;/span&gt; away so you have to use your head. Like REALLY use your head! Many times when he had to fix something, he didn't have the tool he needed to do so, for one reason or another. But in order to fix it he had to have that tool that he didn't have so he would have to make a tool to make the tool to fix what he wanted to do in the first place!! Kinda CrAzY but necessary!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and my mom told us that my uncle (her brother) made up a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; happened in there house on many occasions. So what happened? Grandpa simply couldn't find his socks!!! It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; making breakfast while Grandpa is getting dressed in their bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: "Margaret, where are my socks?"&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "In the dresser Dear!"&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: "Margaret, what drawer?"&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "Top left hand side Dear!"&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: "Margaret, would you please come here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma must put whatever she was doing down and go help her poor husband find his socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was writing this I was laughing my head off, so I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did and do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-416154613057294907?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/416154613057294907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=416154613057294907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/416154613057294907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/416154613057294907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-grandpa.html' title='My Grandpa'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6734308491717113421</id><published>2007-03-22T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:08:51.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is ALL about ME!!&lt;br /&gt;... and I don't mean that in a bad way!  I just want to tell you things about me that you may or may not know, all depending on who you are.&lt;br /&gt;SO . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am a Christian and have been one since I was about three.  I attend a baptist church that I really like ... no I am not at all a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pentecostal&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love to read and I get made fun of because of that a lot ... well I used to more.  I also love to write long stories.  I probably love it so much because I love to read so much -- the two things go hand in hand.  Now one of my writing weaknesses (I guess you could call it that) is that I fall in love with the characters I write about!!!!  Like I said in previous posts 'I am like SO weak!!!!'  I get crushes on the boys in books I have read and the ones I write about!  But I guess you can look at it in two ways: 1) I am like totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridicules&lt;/span&gt; and need to get a grip.  or 2) The stories are great because the author made the characters come to life -- (almost for real).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love the computer and my 'computer life' revolves around Google Search.  My mom and I always find it quite funny that I almost never blog when my mom is blogging. But almost at the same time that she says that she isn't going to blog as much I get a craving to blog!!! It is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coincidental&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I hate it when people swear!  There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many other words in the English language that could be used in their place at that time.  I also can't stand it when people use God's name in vain!  I just want to slap them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One thing I simply hate about some of the boys in my class is that they have this thing with saying horrible things about some girls' bodies.  It is no laughing matter.  They sometimes say that you are fat or you are really stupid and rub it in and try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt; it to everyone and make you look stupid.  It's like as if they WANT people to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bulimic&lt;/span&gt;.  grrrr!!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;Well I could go on and on but I want to stop for now!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6734308491717113421?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6734308491717113421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6734308491717113421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6734308491717113421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6734308491717113421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-about-me.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4457849411694367700</id><published>2007-03-21T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:36:43.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>All's Fair in Love War and High School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgHYcZ3-nPI/AAAAAAAAABM/PXM2wC9pbOY/s1600-h/Book+Covers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgHYcZ3-nPI/AAAAAAAAABM/PXM2wC9pbOY/s400/Book+Covers+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044551040125279474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago I finished the book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;All's&lt;/span&gt; Fair in Love War and High School&lt;/span&gt; '  by, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rallison&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... so I like totally love the book!!!! I bought the book a few years ago but when I started to read it I didn't understand a thing!! I was so confused! But what can I say? High School is still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of years away for me yet, and like as if I knew anymore then.  Also it is a romance!!!  I just ADORE romances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;br /&gt;The novel is about a girl named Samantha who attends Pullman High School.  (which is a real school and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt; went to it!)  Samantha has just gotten back her S.A.T. scores and like TOTALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BOMBED&lt;/span&gt; it!!  Then she starts to think of her college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;potentials&lt;/span&gt; and to help boost her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;potentials&lt;/span&gt; up, she decides to run for School President to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; leadership skills. She is already the head cheer leader therefore she has done lots of planing and organizing. It couldn't be that hard... now could it? However... things don't go too good all the time. Her best friends are shocked when she tells them her idea but help her all the same. Samantha has one really big problem... she is always insulting people. Then one of her fellow employees (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;enemies&lt;/span&gt; from school) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; her to not say ONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;insult&lt;/span&gt;ment to anyone for two whole weeks. Her posters are the best... but does she have the best chance to be elected?&lt;br /&gt;Mean while, there is the prom. Her date dumps her three weeks before... now what exactly is she to do? Then her dream boy who last year had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; her as second best, comes back from college and his other girl was mad at him.  The big chance!!&lt;br /&gt;This book is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, romantic and lots more every girl loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it to every girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4457849411694367700?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4457849411694367700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4457849411694367700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4457849411694367700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4457849411694367700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/alls-fair-in-love-war-and-high-school.html' title='All&apos;s Fair in Love War and High School!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgHYcZ3-nPI/AAAAAAAAABM/PXM2wC9pbOY/s72-c/Book+Covers+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4847884212430929009</id><published>2007-03-20T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:36:43.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Posts'/><title type='text'>The Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok!  So here are the pictures of the pond and of the guy fishing in the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POND -- the fence you see is our old fence at the edge of our property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgG9wp3-nNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UyvcCfSRFxE/s1600-h/CastlebarPond001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgG9wp3-nNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UyvcCfSRFxE/s400/CastlebarPond001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044521701203680466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY FISHING ACROSS THE STREET -- there is hydro on both sides of the street and this is taken from our house window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgG9wp3-nOI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dy5g2Ljki2o/s1600-h/FishingOnCastlebarPond001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgG9wp3-nOI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dy5g2Ljki2o/s400/FishingOnCastlebarPond001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044521701203680482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya!  If you blow the picture of the fisherman up you can see the rod more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! I tried to make it blow up but is is being mean to me!! Grrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4847884212430929009?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4847884212430929009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4847884212430929009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4847884212430929009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4847884212430929009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures_3730.html' title='The Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/RgG9wp3-nNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UyvcCfSRFxE/s72-c/CastlebarPond001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1326902862562178342</id><published>2007-03-15T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:40:22.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Posts'/><title type='text'>Fishin' In The Grassy Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; my dad was siting in the living room and he looked out the window and what do you think he saw? No it wasn't a chipmunk beating up the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; dog . . . No it wasn't a police officer giving himself a parking ticket . . . it was a young guy out in the hydro field across the street casting his fishing line out into the field!!!!!! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny!!! I had to lean on something to keep from falling over from laughing! I said I wanted to call out to him and ask him if he was a blond! Then I would ask him if he was acting out a dumb blond joke!!! -- but I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I had to go shopping for a science project that I'm working on -- I'll tell you about it later. When we were heading down the street my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rolled&lt;/span&gt; down her window and yelled out to him. "Hey! You could just go across the street a fish in our pond! Then when you catch a something bring it on over to our house a we'll have a fish fry!!" Now we DO NOT have a pond in our yard but in late winter when a lot of the snow has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;melted&lt;/span&gt; a pond will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt; on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt; of the street in the hydro field. Some years we've seen DUCKS SWIMMING in ti!!!! It is a sight to be seen!!! He told us that he didn't even notice it! When we came back home from shopping dad told us that he had gone across the street to our pond. It was all very funny. Another thing I find funny is that we THINK the guy was the son of the family a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; houses down the street ... but we're not positively sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post a picture of our pond some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a project to work on!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1326902862562178342?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1326902862562178342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1326902862562178342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1326902862562178342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1326902862562178342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/fishin-in-grassy-field.html' title='Fishin&apos; In The Grassy Field'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1468360857253639746</id><published>2007-03-12T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:01:54.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;After I did the last post I wanted to make my own knowledge post. I had lots of fun doing it and I recommend you to make one too! Answer ALL the questions as well as you can then scroll down to the bottom and see how close you were. Some are much more challenging than others! DON'T USE GOOGLE or ASK or ANY SEARCH ENGINES!! And yes I know it is hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEST YOUR CANADIAN GEOGRAPHY KNOWLEDGE&lt;br /&gt;1) This western province in Canada is larger than any of the U.S.A. states (except Alaska). It is also four times larger than Great Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEST YOUR MATH KNOWLEDGE&lt;br /&gt;2) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dodecagon&lt;/span&gt; is a 2D shape.  How many sides does it have?&lt;br /&gt;hint: more than 7 but less than 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Dodecahedron is a 3D shape.  How many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vertices&lt;/span&gt;, edges and equivalent pentagonal triangular faces dose it have?&lt;br /&gt;hint: all the answers are between 10 and 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN’S T.V. PROGRAMS&lt;br /&gt;4) Her best friend always wears bright red boots.  Almost everything – person, animal, thing talks on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One of the main characters is a doll and her name is Molly. Molly talks through picture speech bubbles that show up on the screen. She lives in a place called Clown Town.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BRITISH COLUMBIA&lt;br /&gt;2) 12 SIDES&lt;br /&gt;3) 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VERTICES&lt;/span&gt;.  30 EDGES.  12 EQUIVALENT PENTAGONAL TRIANGULAR FACES.&lt;br /&gt;4) DORA THE EXPLORER&lt;br /&gt;5) THE BIG COMFY COACH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you had fun!! And I hope you learned something!! And if you didn't do so well don't worry! I did research on all of the questions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for #4 and #5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Resources&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcadventure.com/adventure/planner/quick.htm"&gt;Facts About B.C.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks2/maths/3d/index.htm"&gt;Math Learning Resource&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mathsisfun.com/shape.html"&gt;Math is Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1468360857253639746?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1468360857253639746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1468360857253639746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1468360857253639746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1468360857253639746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/test-your-knowledge.html' title='TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE!!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7832838994885414181</id><published>2007-03-08T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:12:40.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwards'/><title type='text'>you DON'T know EVERYTHING!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent me this forward and I thought it was quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you know EVERYTHING do you!?!?  Well!  I'll tell you some things you DON'T know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  "Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand&lt;br /&gt;and "lollipop" with your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver,&lt;br /&gt;or purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "MT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears&lt;br /&gt;never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses&lt;br /&gt;every letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;racecar&lt;/span&gt;,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they&lt;br /&gt;are read left to right or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; to left (palindromes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four words in the English language which end in&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dous&lt;/span&gt;": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two words in the English language that have all five&lt;br /&gt;vowels in&lt;br /&gt;order: "abstemious" and "facetious." (Yes, admit it, you are going&lt;br /&gt;to say ...... A e I O U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters&lt;br /&gt;only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on&lt;br /&gt;the back of the $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child&lt;br /&gt;reaches 2 to 6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds. Dogs only have about 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a&lt;br /&gt;full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the population of China walked past you, in single file, the&lt;br /&gt;line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend&lt;br /&gt;an average of 6 months waiting at red lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament&lt;br /&gt;building is an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise liner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;QE&lt;/span&gt;2, moves only six inches for each gallon of&lt;br /&gt;diesel that it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar&lt;br /&gt;tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. (Good thing he did&lt;br /&gt;that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely&lt;br /&gt;solid.&lt;br /&gt;There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chewables&lt;/span&gt; Vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it will digest itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................. Now you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there!  And if you knew at least half of all that you were born a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;genious&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KINZA&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7832838994885414181?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7832838994885414181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7832838994885414181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7832838994885414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7832838994885414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-thought-you-knew-everything.html' title='you DON&apos;T know EVERYTHING!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1519818878674612382</id><published>2007-01-01T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:16:19.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;'Yesterday' was a very ... how shall I put it ... different sort of day.  You sometimes hear people say that you never really can tell what the day holds for you when you wake up in the morning!  And well I experienced that on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So it starts going to church, we were running a little late today and we sat beside my Grandparents.  They normally sit on the other side of the aisle but today they were on the side we sit on.  So we're in the middle of worship time and my Grandpa sits down in the middle of the song.  So what!  Lots of the elderly people in the Church do that when we are standing alot.  But then before you know it he starts making a weird sound.  The place goes silent.  My Aunt comes running over and is telling people what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't go to a really BIG church but you'd be amazed how many people attend our Church that are in the medical profession!  They had him lie down on the pew and put coats under his head and feet while someone called an ambulance.  At first I didn't cry but when my 'Easy To Cry Mother' got going and called me over to her I broke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon an ambulance came and they took him to the hospital.  But when he was been taken out on the stretcher his sence of humor came out.  With a big smile he said: "Sorry for the interruption!"  Everyone laughed and applauded.  While all this was going on we had a congergational prayer time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the ladies in the Church came over to me and my Mom and hugged us for a long time.  Many other people were crying as well.  I felt so loved and cared for.  Then I went and put my arm around my Grandma for a long time until my Aunt took her to the hospital in her car.  After my Grandpa was taken away we sang the last song again (Lord Prepare Me To Be A Sanctuary) and continued the prayer time for a short time .  Then the Pastor simply read the scripture he was going to preach on and the service was over.  He just didn't want to do his sermon after all that.  (I don't blame him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now my Grandpa is fine and he came home 'yesterday' afternoon.  On Friday he bit his mouth and it wouldn't stop bleeding and he went to the hospital.  So we guessed that he was just thinking of that and it made him queezy and woozy so he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you never really can tell what is ahead of you in life!  Not that I would really like to know what my future holds!  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!  And Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1519818878674612382?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1519818878674612382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1519818878674612382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1519818878674612382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1519818878674612382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5988350892617179248</id><published>2006-11-17T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:34:28.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Report'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in my 3rd month of school and I think I should be saying something about it! Every month we have a book report! September's was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HUMOUR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!    Here it is!!!! ...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* TITLE PAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour Book Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of book:  Harriet The Spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For: Mr. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Name: _____ Junior Middle School&lt;br /&gt;Humour Book Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my Humour Book Report I chose the novel Harriet The Spy written by Louise &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fitzhugh&lt;/span&gt;. This book was published by Yearling and copyrighted in 1992. The book Harriet The Spy has a total of 300 pages. My opinion of the book: I enjoyed reading the book Harriet The Spy. Some reasons would be because it had a good satisfying ending and when reading about Harriet you are overwhelmed by her immature attitude at the age of 11. Sometimes you would be positive that she was a crazy 8 or 9 year old. The way Louise &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fitzhugh&lt;/span&gt; described the people and surroundings that Harriet was viewing and writing about would make you smile!  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eg&lt;/span&gt;. Harriet is writing in her notebook and this is what she writes: (pg. 11) “MAN WITH ROLLED WHITE SOCKS, FAT LEGS. WOMAN WITH ONE CROSS-EYE AND A LONG NOSE, HORRIBLE LOOKING LITTLE BOY AND A FAT BL&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ONDE M&lt;/span&gt;OTHER WHO KEEPS WIPING HIS NOSE OFF...”  So, on and on it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The types of humour that are found in this book are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satire – dictionary definition – irony, or sarcasm used to expose and discredit vice or folly. An example of satire from the book:&lt;br /&gt; Sarcasm – (pg.15 ) “No, it’s my husb&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;,” shouted Harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caricature – dictionary definition – exaggeration by means of often ludicrous distortion of parts or characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;An example of caricature from the book:&lt;br /&gt;Caricature – (pg. 14) ‘ ... her great fat face crinkled into large cheerful lumps as her mouth split to show a toothless grin... The fat lady stood like a mountain... Probably the biggest sweater in the world... probably the biggest pair of shoes too... ’ practical joke – a prank intended to trick or embarrass someone or cause physical discomfort&lt;br /&gt;An example from the book:&lt;br /&gt; Physical discomfort – (pg. 244) ‘... Harriet grabbed a chunk of Laura Peters’ hair and chopped it off &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;with so&lt;/span&gt;me scissors she had ready... ’                                                 &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;These examples enrich the book because they give the book attitude, description, and action. If this book didn’t have things like those three&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt; humo&lt;/span&gt;urous remarks/happenings it would &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;make the&lt;/span&gt; story rather bland and emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should read this book because it has lots of character in it. When you read how Harriet describes the people she sees in her notebook, you can practically visualise them in your head. The storyline is very easy to follow and is quite enjoyable to read. I would give the book Harriet The Spy a rating of, (1 as being negative and 10 as a wonderful book) an 8.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there's my first book report!  For the rating as a HUMOUR book it would be 8.7 but as a 'book book' it would be a 9/9.3 I have another one waiting to go on the web! November's will be due in a while so you'll have to waite for that one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2G!!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5988350892617179248?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5988350892617179248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5988350892617179248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5988350892617179248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5988350892617179248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-im-in-my-3rd-month-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4125520185826150915</id><published>2006-11-13T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:31:08.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm At School!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes it is true!  I am at school now!  Free time in computers!!!  I've made a LOT more blogs (with my mom).  It's an online dictionary french -- english and english -- french!  I lov'em!  Here's the &lt;a href="http://MyFrenchEnglishDictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;URL&lt;/a&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a LOT of work to do on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do  something else now!&lt;br /&gt;KK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4125520185826150915?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4125520185826150915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4125520185826150915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4125520185826150915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4125520185826150915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-at-school.html' title='I&apos;m At School!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-36316226264000971</id><published>2006-09-12T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:36:14.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Say Much Today!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to do much of a post but I want to say  SOMETHING on my wonderful blog! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School continues to be  great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways!! Isn't this little girl just perfect?!!? I found  her &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on AG's blog!! I just  TOTALLY LOVE HER!!! If you cilck on the little sweetheart you will go to -AG's  blog!!!&lt;a href="http://andreasgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andreasgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/320/goodgirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a better go cuz I must plan for TOMORROW'S POST!!!!!  If you don't come onto my blog on the 13th I will like TOTALLY FREAK OUT!!!!!!  SO BE HERE I REPEAT... BE HERE ON WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 13th 2006!!!! OR  ELSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-36316226264000971?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/36316226264000971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=36316226264000971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/36316226264000971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/36316226264000971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/09/cant-say-much-today.html' title='Can&apos;t Say Much Today!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1593580838660294923</id><published>2006-09-03T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:35:15.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Starting Up Once Again!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;In TWO DAYZ school is starting! (Tuesday) I really hope I have  a great year! I will be happy to be starting school again. Yes I know that is a  little wierd and I do like sumer vacation a lot! But I do need a change and I  like to be at my school among my teachers and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a  while ago that our previous pastors' son will be at my school in October as a  student teacher!!!! I don't really remember him cuz I was very little when they  were with our church. I have 'known' his mom ALL my life literaly! She was there  with my mom when I was born!!! It will be VERY wierd if I have him for any of my  subjects cuz even though we are not related they have the same last name as my  family!!! I'll have to remember not to say his first name!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I had better go now!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1593580838660294923?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1593580838660294923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1593580838660294923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1593580838660294923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1593580838660294923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-is-starting-up-once-again.html' title='School Is Starting Up Once Again!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8060105561415674479</id><published>2006-08-26T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:34:31.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While!! But I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a LLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGGGGGGGG time yes I know!!  But when there is nothing really to inspire you why write?? Besides, I haven't  been in the mood to blog! So I will quickly summorize the last 5  months--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I decided to learn BRAIL!!! So far I know  how to spell DAD and EGG in other words the letters A, D, E &amp; G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  summer I went to over night camp for my first time!!!! It was GREAT!!!! The only  thing was that I got sick!! So sick that I went home. Thankfuly that was the  second week! So later this summer I went back for another week at camp for  free!! The good thing was that I invited my friend to go along with me and she  did!!! Oh ya by the way this is a Christian Camp and my mom went to it when she  was 18. This is a really old camp and I mean REALLY old! Yes old enough to have  my mom go there LOL!! But besides the joke I think it's been around for about 60  years ALOT LONGER THAN MY MOM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Grandpa had an minor  operation on his shoulder, fainted at home, went to hospital, now is in a rehab  center that is really a seinor's home that I guess the hospital is using. But he  is ok and he can now get out of a chair and use a walker. All is slow but faster  than I expected! Both of my Grandmas are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that's enough for  now!!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get back into blogging!&lt;br /&gt;And yes it will be a while  before I do alot but I don't want it to take over my life! Especially with my  school work and social life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8060105561415674479?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8060105561415674479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8060105561415674479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8060105561415674479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8060105561415674479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while-but-im-back.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While!! But I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5675665834992781089</id><published>2006-03-19T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:33:54.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Has a Blog and I FINALLY Put it into my side bar!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey all you Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;At last! I repeat AT LAST!!!! I put my &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;DaD's blog's link&lt;/a&gt; in my  side bar! As most of you probably know he has been blogging for a wile now but I  just haven't bothered to adfortise it!! LOL!!! I think I did mention it in the  birthday post I made in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all of MY visitors can be &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;HIS visitors&lt;/a&gt;!!! Don't  forget to &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;go to my DaD's  Blog&lt;/a&gt;!! It's a great place to visit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;Did I mention going to my  DaD's blog would be a thumbs up, ******, ok, and grrrrrrreat place to visit?!?!  LOL!!! LOL!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do hope you go to my &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;DaD's blog&lt;/a&gt; because I know  that all if not most adults would enjoy going to read it. There are some really  nice pix on the blog for all ages to be able to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have  told you all about my &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;DaD's  blog&lt;/a&gt; I don't have that much else to say!&lt;br /&gt;So, Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry if I drove you up the wall with all those &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINKS!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5675665834992781089?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5675665834992781089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5675665834992781089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5675665834992781089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5675665834992781089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/03/daddy-has-blog-and-i-finally-put-it.html' title='Daddy Has a Blog and I FINALLY Put it into my side bar!!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-764060966769901323</id><published>2006-03-18T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:33:30.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Last Day of March Break</title><content type='html'>Hey Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know it is March Break! But it wont be for much  longer now!! :( I have had the most busy March Break anyone could dream of! I  wish it was a three week vacation instead of a one weeker! lol!!! I wish this  because... all of this weeks 'to do's' spread into two weeks and then a week to  recooperate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I have is Sunday and then I am back to school! Now  almost 8/9 of my holiday is over! :(!:(!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am working on a French  Project! The only reason I am not fussin' about doin' it is because I LOVE  FRENCH!!!! I am planning on wangling my DaD into scanning the project onto the  computer so I can show it to Blogger World! (He doesn't know this  yet!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better go now so I can finnish or almost finish this  project!&lt;br /&gt;So Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-764060966769901323?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/764060966769901323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=764060966769901323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/764060966769901323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/764060966769901323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-last-day-of-march-break.html' title='Second Last Day of March Break'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-9199760685122377426</id><published>2006-02-20T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:33:07.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who Blogged It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hi Koalas! In this post you will see some  sentences and each sentence will be from any kid blog in my 'Blogs I Visit'  menu. You will see the sentence below. Try to guess the answer. scroll down to  the bottom of the post to see the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I went ice skating at  Gillingham ice rink, it was super!!!! I haven't been ice skating for years, so I  was a little frightened!!! I only fell over 3 times,  horahhhyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt; Thank  you sian for the idea for a post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ok here we go I  have a brother, a sister, a sister, a dad, a mom, a cat, a dog, a hamster, a  lizard and finally 2 birds, and me_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;d) I bought a new camra with my Christmas money. ITS  REALLY COOL and MY DAD IS SOOOOOOOO JELOUS because its better than his camra!!!!  hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  &lt;a href="http://www.beckyisadude.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;a href="http://daddyslittleblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aleecia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;a href="http://www.remstersworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) &lt;a href="http://siansworld.com/"&gt;Sian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well I hope you did good!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-9199760685122377426?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/9199760685122377426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=9199760685122377426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9199760685122377426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9199760685122377426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-who-blogged-it.html' title='Guess Who Blogged It!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6358377895248213332</id><published>2006-02-15T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:32:00.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Late Valentines Day People! For some of you I sent you an e-mail to say  this but then I don't have everyones e-mail adresse and I wanted to post a  Valentines Day Post so now I have! I know I should have this yesterday, but I  didn't have time to so I just sent some e-mails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got  something in the mail! And it was frome my cusin from the states!!!! I was  sooooo happy 1 because I don't get things in the mail very often and 2 I FINALY  got a hold of her adress! It wasn't a letter but it was one of those little  valentines. She thought of ME!!!!!! Now I can write to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at  school there was a basketball thing for all middle school students. You had to  pay $2 to play or $2 to watch. I didn't really want to do either. So I went to  home-work hotel with my 2 friends. Home-work hotel is for people who aren't  allowed to join in whatever the activity is. We weren't in trouble and we didn't  want to go to the games room so we just went there because there was only one  person there and he left after a little while. So we worked on this art project  (it will be due soon) and at the same time we were working on this story that we  decided to write. (We are going to turn it into a play). We all say WE had the  fun! The gym was aperently really hot! When we went back to the class room it  was all hot and sweaty. And only about 5 or 6 people were playing from my  class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go now! I have to do my home-work so I can go  shopping for the ski trip that is on Friday. I'll tell you more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6358377895248213332?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6358377895248213332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6358377895248213332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6358377895248213332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6358377895248213332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-late-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Late Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8412241566676708589</id><published>2006-02-11T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:31:24.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Daddy's Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today is  Daddy's Birthday!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a draft post about his new-old blog and it is  also about Aleecia Posted. But I had to stop typing and go some where so I never  finished it. SORRY!!! But anyways... &lt;a href="http://renewalandrestoration.blogspot.com/"&gt;IT IS DADDY'S BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/a&gt;  Today we went over to grandma and Grandpa's house for a Birthday Visit. Then we  went on a drive for about an hour then we went and got Fish and Chips (English  Stile). We took it home and ate it and for dessert we had an apple pie. (It was  all very good!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start giving piano lessons (infact my mom is  talking to her mom right now!!) I think I told you this in another post but we  didn't start because of bad weather. I am eaves dropping right now! HeHe! It  sounds as if her little sister is not well because I here something about a  "Hospital." and "She can stay over night and on Monday I can drop her off at  school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go now. (I have home work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8412241566676708589?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8412241566676708589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8412241566676708589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8412241566676708589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8412241566676708589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-daddys-birthday.html' title='Today Is Daddy&apos;s Birthday!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-1268299194193927020</id><published>2006-02-07T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:30:58.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blind Post!</title><content type='html'>Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;This post is been typed as if a blind person was typing it. Now I  am kinda cheating because I am looking at the screan the whole time. If I didn't  you nore I would be able to understand it and I have about 20 times glanced down  at the key bord breafly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am pooped after typing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is hard work! But you get the idea how it  feels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-1268299194193927020?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1268299194193927020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=1268299194193927020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1268299194193927020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/1268299194193927020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/blind-post.html' title='A Blind Post!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-3702353971529735076</id><published>2006-02-04T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:30:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;For the last four or five days now knowone that I know has come  on by blog except my mom! None of my blogging friends have been posting! It is  such a surprise that ALEECIA hasn't posted since the 27 of January!!! I know  that I didn't post for a long time but now that I have the time and stuff to  blog about everyone else has practically stopped!!! It is so  annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if any of you actually see this post I might as well tell  you that on Sunday I will be starting giving piano lessons to a little 5  year-old girl, (She LOVES the piano) and she goes to my church. Her family has  wanted her to have lessons for quite a while. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;get to give her  lessons!!! The deal is wonderful! She get FREE lessons and I get the chance to  be with a little girl that I really like, and the good thing is that she likes  me! Another good thing is that I get the experience of teaching another person  (I love teaching!). I have been working on MONTHS of material. (Just in case I  don't have time to make material). It is going to be great! She will come to my  house every Sunday after church for a lesson and lunch. I can hardly  wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from one or two of you  soon!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-3702353971529735076?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/3702353971529735076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=3702353971529735076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3702353971529735076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3702353971529735076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7196101066198548990</id><published>2006-02-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:29:51.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy?!? Sick?!?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I found out that last night my mom was not well! When I got up I  saw one of those 1.89 L of crandberry juice EMPTY! I couldn't believe it! I said  that you had got to have a lot of courage to drink a GLASS of that stuff! Let  alone the WHOLE BOTTLE!! But I guess if you are sick you might, you just might,  enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad took me to school he went back home to take my mom  to a clinic that it about 6-10 minutes away from our house. (depends if you hit  every stop light! LOL!!) When my dad dropped me off at school he told me that if  mom have to go to emergency he would have grandpa pick me up. But if he couldn't  get a hold of him I was to walk to my friends' house with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school  my friend (the one who I am suppose to walk home with if I had to) made a card  for our friends' mom because it is her Birthday today! We also made one for my  mom! When we were dismissed I hoped that my dad would be there! (That would be a  good thing!) And he was! When I was in the car he said that mom was in MY BED!  She was there because she wanted my new bed spread! (It is soooo  warm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into my room to see my mom the first thing she said to  me was; "Oh, are you going to school now?" LOL!!! But then as soon as she said  it she said; "What am I saying!?! I slept so well! I'm in your bed and oh! It is  confusing me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now she is fast asleep and snoring! It's so  funny when she snores sooo loud it wakes her up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to do  some computer stuff! And since my computer is in my room I can be with my mom at  the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will tell you about the  sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7196101066198548990?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7196101066198548990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7196101066198548990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7196101066198548990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7196101066198548990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-sick.html' title='Mommy?!? Sick?!?'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5777508941165618163</id><published>2006-01-27T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:29:17.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blogger!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I have got another blogger in the world! Her name is Holly and  she goes to my school. I hope you will &lt;a href="http://tothedoghouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;check her blog out!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://daddyslittleblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aleecia&lt;/a&gt; has already seen it  because I told her about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will soon be going for a sleep-over  at my friends house! It is going to be real fun! The sleep-over will include me  and two other girls that I don't know. My friend lives in an other city so I  don't see her very often. But when we get together we have tons of fun! The  reason that I am going to the sleep-over is because we will be doing some baking  and cooking and taking it to some people. (I'm not totally sure about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; it might be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;). I just love to bake and cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd better scoot so I can get ready to go. We are probably going to  leave in a couple hours. (So we will skip the rush hour traffic and the setting  sun). I'll be back on Saturday so you may, may not hear from me till  Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5777508941165618163?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5777508941165618163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5777508941165618163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5777508941165618163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5777508941165618163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-blogger.html' title='Another Blogger!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-9221334747179967357</id><published>2006-01-24T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:28:48.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John 3:16</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you this earlier but now I am! A couple days  ago in Language we were learning where to put a colon properly.&lt;br /&gt;Examples:  Salutation Dear Madam:&lt;br /&gt;Hour and minute 8:45&lt;br /&gt;Periodical volume and page #  Parents 11:32&lt;br /&gt;Bible chapter and verse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John  3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a list of 3 or more Buy these: fruit, cereal,  cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to John 3:16 Mr. Z. said that he had read the Bible  from cover to cover but he had didn't know what it was. But then he realized  that I knew!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And can you believe it but I  got to recite it infront of my class!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God so  loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whoever believes in him  shall never perish but have ever lasting life.&lt;/span&gt; I have know idea how it  got into the PUBLIC SCHOOL'S curriculum but I was so amazed, and it was one I  knew! You can imagine how excited I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were even more verses in  the lesson! They are not as good as John 3:16 but they are still there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Look in Proverbs 1:12 for the  answer.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The statement is in either  Genesis 1:6 or Exodus 3:2' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd better go now  so,&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-9221334747179967357?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/9221334747179967357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=9221334747179967357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9221334747179967357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9221334747179967357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/john-316.html' title='John 3:16'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-8183551138512905474</id><published>2006-01-21T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:28:20.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE and "BEE" HAPPY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;S-M-I-L-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/Copy%20of%20Smiley1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/Copy%20of%20Smiley1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;It Isn't Any  trouble Just To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;S-M-I-L-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;It  Isn't Any trouble Just To&lt;br /&gt;S-M-I-L-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;It Isn't Any trouble Just To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;S-M-I-L-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;And To Be Happy  All Day Long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That little "Song poem" has been with me since  grade one. I really like and it is impossible to forget! It isn't 100% true but  it just makes you feel better just reciting it for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-8183551138512905474?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8183551138512905474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=8183551138512905474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8183551138512905474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/8183551138512905474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/smile-and-bee-happy.html' title='SMILE and &quot;BEE&quot; HAPPY!!!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5467513898354450384</id><published>2006-01-19T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:32:33.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' Much To Say!</title><content type='html'>Hey Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say today but I felt like blogging! So  there! I was going to post on Friday about the ski trip and that it was canceled  due to bad weather. My friend &lt;a href="http://mylittlebunnyshadow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shadow&lt;/a&gt; came over and we hung  out all day so that was fun. (She was one of my friends that went to home-work  hotel) Then at lunch my other friend from home-work hotel phoned to say that she  and her family had been stuck in traffic for an hour! They didn't move for a  WHOLE HOUR!!! Except when an emergency vacuole came by. My friend had decided  that she didn't want to go on the school ski trip so her family went on their  own. But it didn't work out so well!!! She also phoned to ask me if I wanted to  go over to her house but instead she came to my house! So the three of us had a  great time together! Then after school a friend from school dropped by for a  wile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when all my friends had gone home I had a very short time  before it was youth group!! My friend who came by after school went with me and  so did Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better go now!&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up at the title  and saw NOTHIN' MUCH TO SAY! LOL!!! I guess I got kinda carried  away!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The story we wrote I will hopefully post  on my blog. (if they let me!) LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5467513898354450384?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5467513898354450384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5467513898354450384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5467513898354450384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5467513898354450384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothin-much-to-say.html' title='Nothin&apos; Much To Say!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6804390751606282670</id><published>2006-01-17T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:27:42.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Got a Funny Bone! Use Either Left or Right!</title><content type='html'>Ok! Here are some crazy but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; News  Paper Headlines that my teacher gave us today! So here are some of  them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash&lt;br /&gt;(No, really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police  Begin campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's taking things a bit  far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miners Refuse to Work after Death&lt;br /&gt;(Those -good-for-nothing' lazy  so-and-sos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile Court toTry Shooting Defendant&lt;br /&gt;(See if that  works better than a fair trial!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures&lt;br /&gt;(Who  would have thought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges!&lt;br /&gt;(You mean there's  something stronger than duct tape?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids Make nutritious Snacks&lt;br /&gt;(Taste  like chicken?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors&lt;br /&gt;(Boy are they  tall!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's  what we're learning in school nowadays! LOL! If you take a closer look at them  you might understand what they are aiming at!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6804390751606282670?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6804390751606282670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6804390751606282670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6804390751606282670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6804390751606282670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyones-got-funny-bone-use-either.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Got a Funny Bone! Use Either Left or Right!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4499895422043863193</id><published>2006-01-15T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:27:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books! Books! and more Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/LittleHouseBigWoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/LittleHouseBigWoods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just LOVE to READ!!!!! I think I like to read so much because I  am an only child. When I read I feel as though I am the characters and sometime  I even memorise parts of the book! These are some of my FAVORITE  books...&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE HOUSE BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/FarmerBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/FarmerBoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Laura Years)&lt;br /&gt;(By Laura Ingalls Wilder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House in the Big Woods (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House on the Prairie (own)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farmer Boy (own)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On The Banks of Plum Creek &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By TheShores of Silver Lake (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Long Winter (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Town on the Prairie (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These Happy Golden Years (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The First Four Years (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/RockyRidge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/RockyRidge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Rose Years)&lt;br /&gt;(By Roger Lea MacBride)&lt;br /&gt;(Laura's Daughter)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LittleHouse on Rocky Ridge (own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Farm in the Ozarks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Land of the Big Red Apple (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Other Side of the Hill (own)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Town in the Ozarks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Banks of the Bayou &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/Brookfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/Brookfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Caroline Years)&lt;br /&gt;(By Maria D. Wilkes)&lt;br /&gt;(Laura's Mother)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House in Brookfield (own) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House at the Crossroads &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Clearing in the Woods &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Top of Concord Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/BostonBay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/BostonBay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Charotte Years)&lt;br /&gt;(By Melissa Wiley)&lt;br /&gt;(Laura's  Grandmother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House by Boston Bay &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Across the Puddingstone Dam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/FarSideOfTheLoch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/FarSideOfTheLoch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Martha Years)&lt;br /&gt;(By Melissa Wiley)&lt;br /&gt;(Laura's  Great-Grandmother) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little House in the Highlands (own)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Far Side of the Loch (own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/1600/HappyGoldenYears.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1166/667/200/HappyGoldenYears.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there! I have listed the whole series except a few that I do not  know the title of. I recommend all of these books! &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially if you like romance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (mainly the Laura Years)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post! I've been doing that alot  recently haven't I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4499895422043863193?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4499895422043863193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4499895422043863193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4499895422043863193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4499895422043863193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/books-books-and-more-books.html' title='Books! Books! and more Books!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5786605864965800314</id><published>2006-01-13T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:26:31.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story I Wrote For School!</title><content type='html'>Ok! I had to write a Based On Reality Story for language and my mom and I  thought that it was good enough to copy onto my blog! It is not a long story,  but it would make a long post so I hope you take the time to read it! Enough  talk and lets start the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking For  Squeaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Squeaky! Squeaky! Where are you?" called eleven  year old Carrie. She was looking for her little pet mongoose Squeaky in the  two-story mud house in the tropical rainforest of north west Africa,Liberia. Her  mongoose had a long snout and a tiny little nose the size of a pea, the body was  about the size of two bananas and a skinny tail about 3/4 of the size of the  body in length. "Mother have you seen Squeaky?" asked Carrie hopefully "No I'm  sorry dear, but I will ask your Father" Mother replied heading to the door to go  out to her Father's Carpenter Shop. Carrie scurried all over the house calling  out to Squeaky wherever she was with the help of her older sister and brother,  Jenny, who was fourteen, and Georgie, who was seventeen. By then it had become a  family expedition. They searched and searched. It was like they were playing a  game of Hide and Seek and Squeaky just couldn't be found. "Georgie, why don't  you go look outside for Squeaky." said Mother. Carrie pierced her lips together  tightly trying to contain her sadness of the thoughts of Squeaky not returning.  "Don't worry Carrie, we will surly find Squeaky." said Jenny sympatheticaly. She  too hoped that nothing bad had happened to that sweet little mongoose. Then all  of a sudden, Georgie came running into the room and exclaimed happily, "I found  Squeaky! Come, I'll show you!" The five of them soon were looking down at  Georgie's shoes and inside were a pair of old, sandy socks. "I'm sorry Georgie  but I think he snuck out,"said Father. But at that moment the sock moved and  Squeaky's head popped out! The room filled with laughter and Squeaky's confused  face made them laugh even harder. "Oh Squeaky!" said Carrie between laughs  "While we're running all over the house like a chicken with it's head cut off,  you were here the whole time sleeping!" Then as if Squeaky new exactly what  Carrie had said, she gave a little "Squeak!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carrie... &lt;a href="http://undermylittletinroof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carol-Ann (mom)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny...  &lt;a href="http://rockymountainblue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanette (Aunt  Jeanette)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie... Gordie (Uncle  Gordie)&lt;br /&gt;Mother...(Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;Father... (Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's that story! I'm  planing on posting another story that I wrote earlier this school year.&lt;br /&gt;But  that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&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/3718942644802710496-5786605864965800314?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5786605864965800314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5786605864965800314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5786605864965800314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5786605864965800314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-i-wrote-for-school.html' title='A Story I Wrote For School!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6441643822086891341</id><published>2006-01-10T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:25:58.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Happy But At The Same Time Upset!</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm so happy because I got an APlus on my French Unit Test (93%) I totaly  didn't think that I was going to get such a great mark! I knew that I wasn't  going to get a poor mark but I thought like B- to A-! The part that I upset  about is that Mr. Z. gave us about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 PAGES Of GRAMMER HOME-WORK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But the  one good thing is that it is due Friday! I thankfully did a bit of unasigned  work over the hollidays! Everyone thinks that I'm nuts and I didn't evan cover  half of it! At least some of it is out of the way! Another bad thing is that in  French we have to correct and get the Test signed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; do some number Home -Work! I also have to  practise my violin for Strings because I am going to have a test on Thursday! Oh  well, I have seen worse!&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on going ahead in Grammer so I will  have evan less to do later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notise that I used only ONE  periode in all of the post?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better go now so I will have  time to do all of this stuff plus READ READ and READ!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6441643822086891341?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6441643822086891341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6441643822086891341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6441643822086891341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6441643822086891341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-happy-but-at-same-time-upset.html' title='I&apos;m So Happy But At The Same Time Upset!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4242017257637726516</id><published>2006-01-09T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:25:33.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag For Aleecia!</title><content type='html'>Ok Aleecia! You are allways saying that you are bord. So I am giving you a tag!  And here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on to ALL of your contacts on your blog and go into  their December arcives and copy the first word of the first post(not as the one  at the top of the blog). Make sure you lable who's blog it came from so I can go  and see if you cheated! As if you would lol!&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or  problemes you know where to catch me!&lt;br /&gt;To bad you have SOOOOOOOOO many  contacts! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;This is also a way of geting back at you for out posting me!!  HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4242017257637726516?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4242017257637726516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4242017257637726516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4242017257637726516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4242017257637726516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/tag-for-aleecia.html' title='A Tag For Aleecia!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4345055591461199277</id><published>2006-01-08T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:25:08.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hey Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time! We went swimming, played games(mainly  card games but we did play Connect Four) and we also red. On our own, and as a  three some ('The Magicians Nephew' By C. S. Lewis) It is a good book starting as  yesterday. When I was younger my mom started to read it to me but I found it  very very scary! So scary that I forbid my mom to continue the reading and let  me go to sleep! The next night when my mom came in to continue the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT HAD VANISHED!&lt;/span&gt; Mom did a brief check for it  but could not find it! Hmmm, I wonder how it disappeared? :) Well I am not at  all afraid of the book any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my mom and I will be going out to  Winners to do a little shopping for you know who!! ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that  I should rap this up by saying&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4345055591461199277?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4345055591461199277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4345055591461199277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4345055591461199277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4345055591461199277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-462329832076322261</id><published>2006-01-06T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:24:37.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To The Hotel!</title><content type='html'>Hey Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the Hotel now and it is going to be a blast! I had  my sleep over (we stayed up realy late READING!!! but hey! It's a SLEEP OVER and  we did SLEEP!!) This morning when we went out to the kitchen and saw all the  junk food bags we felt sick just looking at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go now  and I wont be back till Sunday (I wish I didn't have to skip Church but I almost  never do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-462329832076322261?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/462329832076322261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=462329832076322261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/462329832076322261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/462329832076322261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-to-hotel.html' title='Going To The Hotel!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-3309832681405319189</id><published>2006-01-04T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:24:07.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Koala Is Going To...</title><content type='html'>A Hotel on Friday-Sunday Noon!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not any trip to Mexico or Hawaii.  But it is going to be real fun with a king sized bed in an executive room and an  indoor swimming pool, a sauna and a whirlpool! We were there once before and it  TOTALLY ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my friend is coming over for a sleep-over. She  was supposed to come over yesterday but she couldn't :( Oh well! I still have to  clean up my room and now the living room because I was playing in there! And  yesterday if my friend was over I couldn't have said yes to another friend when  she asked me to go over to her house! In the end it will all work out well! :)  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just got a phone call from some guy asking to speak with an Andy  lol! After I hung up I said to my Dad "If he was asking about the Andy Griffith  Show I could said something more than "I think you have the wrong number!"  !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is big enough for today!&lt;br /&gt;So Later  Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-3309832681405319189?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/3309832681405319189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=3309832681405319189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3309832681405319189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/3309832681405319189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-koala-is-going-to.html' title='This Koala Is Going To...'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6831241051395735189</id><published>2006-01-02T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:23:24.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hey Koalas!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have had a wonderful start of the New Year of  2006!&lt;br /&gt;I have sent most of my Bloging and E-mail Friends a "Merry Christmas  and Happy New Year" e-mail. If you didn't get one it was because I don't have  your e-mail address! But now I'm saying Merry Christmas and Happy New  Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6831241051395735189?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6831241051395735189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6831241051395735189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6831241051395735189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6831241051395735189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-late-new-year.html' title='Happy Late New Year!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-5000016089840243595</id><published>2005-12-30T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:22:50.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went To The Movies And Saw....</title><content type='html'>The Chronicles of Narnia The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe! (actually I saw it  on the 27 Dec.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/PeterSusanEdmundLucy02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  is a great movie! And it TOTALLY ROCKS! I wasn't scared at all! But you know the  advertising before the movie starts some of it was horrible and very scary. In  fact I had my eyes closed the whole time. Now back to the movie I know what you  are going to say I am totaly weak but I got a crush on Peter (the oldest  boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/WilliamMoseley03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was grinning from ear to ear! But hey! Didn't I say that &lt;a href="http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/12/tag-from-aleecia.html"&gt;I get a  crush on someone before I even say "Hi!"!?!&lt;/a&gt; I just can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  thing that I really like about Narnia is that it is based on reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/SkandarKeynes02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Lion play's the part of Jesus, the "Queen of Narnia" the (White Witch) play's  the part of Satan. The Lion's followers are Jesus' followers and the Godly  angels. Q. of N.'s followers are Satan's followers and the fallen angels. When  the Lion dies the stone breaks in half just like when Jesus dies the huge  curtian in the temple rips in half! It is so amazing isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/PeterSusanEdmundLucy03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry  for such a long post but I think it was necessary!&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-5000016089840243595?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/5000016089840243595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=5000016089840243595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5000016089840243595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/5000016089840243595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-movies-and-saw.html' title='I Went To The Movies And Saw....'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-933264405757665267</id><published>2005-12-24T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:20:58.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today Is  Christmas Eve! So that means tomorrow is Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last year  or the year before that when I didn't know how to spell Christmas. Yes I know  I'm crazy but anyways here's how I learnd it....&lt;br /&gt;You know the little Sunday  School Song "I am a C, I am a C-H, I am C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N..." Well I herd  someone at my Church singing it a little difrently..."I am a C, I am a C-H, I am  a C-H-R-I-S-T-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M-A-S&lt;/span&gt; ..."!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I  hope that you all have a merry C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S! And a happy New Year! I am  saying this now because I will probibly not be bloging tomorrow! But you never  know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-933264405757665267?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/933264405757665267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=933264405757665267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/933264405757665267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/933264405757665267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-christmas-eve.html' title='Today Is Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4242787271905528926</id><published>2005-12-21T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:20:19.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers!</title><content type='html'>All right here are the answers....&lt;br /&gt;#1-- False&lt;br /&gt;#2-- False(I have been in a  total baby mood!)&lt;br /&gt;#3--Both True and False("All I want for Christmas is a BABY  BOTTLE...) See total baby mood! (I actualy do want a baby bottle)&lt;br /&gt;#4--So  True! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;#5--Well I told you in the comments but I will quickly sumoriz  it. I was in a rush for msn with &lt;a href="http://remstersworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remster&lt;/a&gt; so I didn't have time to  think and type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are the answers for the tag!&lt;br /&gt;See  ya!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4242787271905528926?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4242787271905528926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4242787271905528926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4242787271905528926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4242787271905528926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/12/answers.html' title='Answers!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-835885850990105099</id><published>2005-12-18T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:19:37.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag From Aleecia</title><content type='html'>Ok! Here is a tag-post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things That You  Might Not Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( MOM You Can't Tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the answers!! Or else!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1- I primarily only blog beacause my mom and Aleecia get  mad at me when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;2- For the last 3 days I have been acting like a 13  year old&lt;br /&gt;3- Yesterday I was bugging my mom by singing "All I want for  Christmas is a phone for my room, a phone for my room ! Yes a phone for my room!  Gee if only I could have a phone for my room then I could call you up at work  and tell you what I want for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;4-I get a crush on someone before I  evan say "Hi" to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5- I have no idea what to say for  #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ! Guess what is True and False in my Comments  please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-835885850990105099?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/835885850990105099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=835885850990105099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/835885850990105099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/835885850990105099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/12/tag-from-aleecia.html' title='A Tag From Aleecia'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4262572344051006271</id><published>2005-12-11T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:19:02.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Northwest Coast Native Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These  are pictures of a project done last week for Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four  of us worked together including &lt;a href="http://remstersworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Remster&lt;/a&gt; and another close friend  of mine and this boy person, lol! Actually, his Dad took these great pix for us!  We made the hills with paper-mache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  totem poles were made from plasticene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  This beach looks almost real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what kind of mark do you think we got?&lt;br /&gt;Post your guess in the comments,  please! See how close you get!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'll tell you! But not untill  there are some guesses up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BLOGvillage_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  each had to do a verbal report on extra research done on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope  you like our project&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4262572344051006271?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4262572344051006271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4262572344051006271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4262572344051006271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4262572344051006271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/12/ancient-northwest-coast-native-village.html' title='Ancient Northwest Coast Native Village'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-9109162740621425280</id><published>2005-09-24T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:18:25.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gaither Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my mom and I are going to a Bill Gaither  concert!&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait! We will be singing praises to the L&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BillGloria1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  went to one of these concerts a few years ago and my Grandma said that I clap  like the black and my mom had to agree! This year we have awesome seats. We  found out that we can print out the tickets off the computer so we decided to do  that. Last week we began to panic because my mom couldn't figure out how to  print our tickets! And these tickets were NOT cheap! We went to Ticket Master  but the guy couldn't help us. But he did say that we could phone an 800 number  and they would help us. When we got home my mom phoned but it was after business  hours so she would have to phone back on Monday. And after all of this  craziness, today we will be going to see the Gaither Vocal Band ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/GaitherVocalBand1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and many others, performing before the  L&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-9109162740621425280?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/9109162740621425280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=9109162740621425280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9109162740621425280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/9109162740621425280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/09/bill-gaither-concert.html' title='Bill Gaither Concert!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-757498474962212231</id><published>2005-09-17T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:17:46.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REMSTER'S WORLD!</title><content type='html'>Hey Koala's!&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago my friend Remster was over and she wanted to join the  blogging world! So we (my mom and I) helped her get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a  link to her blog on mine for awhile but I haven't said anything about it until  now. But Aleecia saw the link! Good job, Aleecia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://remstersworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;RemstersWorld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here from  you all later!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-757498474962212231?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/757498474962212231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=757498474962212231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/757498474962212231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/757498474962212231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/09/remsters-world.html' title='REMSTER&apos;S WORLD!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4331833187872728558</id><published>2005-09-13T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:17:14.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 573px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/86-Bruce-Carolwed10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 19 years ago today that my Mom and Dad  were married!&lt;br /&gt;That's right, September 13, 1986!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya  lots!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza&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/3718942644802710496-4331833187872728558?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4331833187872728558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4331833187872728558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4331833187872728558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4331833187872728558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-19th-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy 19th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7636615571750958367</id><published>2005-09-04T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:16:18.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy's Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>A few days before Nancy came to get Sam, I decided that I'd give him the final  bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 520px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/BeforeBath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 575px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/AfterBath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we met Nancy at the airport, she was SO happy to see her boy! Sam was a little  frightened at the airport because of all the noise and people. But after awhile  he calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 571px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/0805NancySam003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was so cute to see Sam and his little travel bag getting ready to leave for the  airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/samarrives1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now he and Nancy are on another of their great  adventures together -- with Nancy attending her studies at IHOP and Sam guarding  their apartment and waiting patiently for her return between classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  are all glad that Nancy and Sam arrived safely in Kansas City. My head is full  of five months of great memories!&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/3718942644802710496-7636615571750958367?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7636615571750958367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7636615571750958367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7636615571750958367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7636615571750958367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/09/sammys-goodbye.html' title='Sammy&apos;s Goodbye!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7496902849216223212</id><published>2005-07-28T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:15:21.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Nancy! You were right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAM HOGS THE BED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT SAM HOGS THE  BED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several nights ago, like usual Sam went and lay down in the  exact middle of my bed! So when I got into bed I had to jiggle him and push him  around so that I was on the bed! After I turned off the lights sudenly Sam gets  up and goes to my mom and dad's room! When I went after him, my Mom scooped him  up and said, "Sam, are you sleep-walking?"! When I brought him back to my room,  we both went sound asleep but I was on the edge of the bed with my feet  dangling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAM HOGS THE BED!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7496902849216223212?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7496902849216223212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7496902849216223212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7496902849216223212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7496902849216223212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/07/boy-nancy-you-were-right.html' title='Boy Nancy! You were right!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-306721116381841519</id><published>2005-07-20T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:14:41.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Pets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://daddyslittleblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aleecia&lt;/a&gt;, I have two sweet  and adorable virtual pets!&lt;br /&gt;(View my sidebar to see them!) (OOps! I had to  remove them because they messed up my clock and slideshow and put flashes across  the screen!)&lt;br /&gt;Now here is an update of Nancy's sweet and adorable reality  pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 484px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/PIC00260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam  was causing us a lot of grief over getting his nails cut! So we decided we'd  swaddle his body except for one arm and hand (or leg and foot) at a  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 466px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/PIC00265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll  never see a dog any more fascinated by the sight of clippers being used on his  foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh isn't he a sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-306721116381841519?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/306721116381841519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=306721116381841519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/306721116381841519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/306721116381841519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/07/virtual-pets.html' title='Virtual Pets!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6411914778545133526</id><published>2005-06-29T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:13:04.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Climbing Walls For Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Well, school's out for the  summer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/OutOfSchool1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School's  Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No more pencils'&lt;br /&gt;'No more books,'&lt;br /&gt;'No more teacher's dirty  looks!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6411914778545133526?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6411914778545133526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6411914778545133526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6411914778545133526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6411914778545133526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more-climbing-walls-for-me.html' title='No More Climbing Walls For Me!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6045660708813639724</id><published>2005-06-19T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:11:36.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day, Koala Dads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;This year I have  been into sewing quite a bit. And I decided to sew my Dad a tie. We have lots of  scrap cloth at our house. Grandma shortened Dad's dress pants awhile ago and I  used that material for his tie. I used another colour of cloth and cut it into  two small strips to make an edging on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, my Mom and I  gave my Dad this &lt;a href="http://www.familychristian.com/shop/product_image.asp?ProdID=8627"&gt;Willow  Tree figurine&lt;/a&gt; of a Dad and daughter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/fatherdaughterWillowTree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad! Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6045660708813639724?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6045660708813639724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6045660708813639724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6045660708813639724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6045660708813639724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day-koala-dads.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day, Koala Dads!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-7941909892664601225</id><published>2005-03-27T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:10:33.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Happy Easter Koalas!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has and  is enjoying this small but grand holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my holiday on last  Friday and I will go back on Tuesday. I got Friday because it was a P.A.  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the most exciting March break in all my life  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago my Mom came into the kitchen with a stern face! I  was a little concerned about what was going to happen next. Then my Mom told me,  "On Saturday you and I are going to go to Peterborough because my friend, Nancy,  wants to meet you!" I was quite excited to think I was going to meet the  sky-diving lady!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive1.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive3.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive7.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/SSS%20NancySkyDiving/skydive8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  asked Mom if there was any special reason why we were going, and her response  was, "Yes! Nancy is going to IHOP in the States and she is not able to have her  little Sam with her in the apartment where she will be staying." After she said  that, I was getting quite excited! Then she continued, "Nancy wants you to  dog-sit Sam for the time she will be in the States!" I was SO excited I started  jumping around in happiness! Was I going to be taking little SAM??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  went to school so happy and I told one of my best friends who is obssessed with  dogs and she got all excited with me! It felt like the days were just creeping  by so slowly! FINALLY, Saturday came! When we got to Peterborough, Mom got all  twisted up in her directions and it took us at least half an hour longer than we  had planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Nancy's sister's place, we were greeted by  Nancy carrying a tiny little Sam! I couldn't believe my eyes! I was going to be  dog-sitting that wonderful ball of fluff! (Sam is actually 9 years old and will  be 10 in August).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Toronto, he made himself at home --  he ran from room to room, exploring everything his nose could find! Sunday was a  sad but happy day for us all. Nancy was starting on her new journey and we were  starting on ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has really gotten attached to us, especially me! He  follows me from room to room and when I tell him to stay or wait, he just  ignores it!! He plays with his toys and gets real hyper when it's about time to  go to bed at night. We've gone to several parks and he enjoys it there. Today we  went for a short walk on the boardwalk by Lake Ontario. It was quite warm. We  only were out for about 15 minutes tops but Sam could have stayed there for a  century!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/Kinnie%20Koala/Sam1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over  all, Sam and I have become really good friends. This was the best week for Sam  to come into our lives because I had over a week off of school! It might be a  little bit hard for him when he finds I'm not home all the time but I'm  expecting he will get adjusted very soon! He and my dad are going to be spending  quite a bit of time together while I'm at school. My dad just LOVES Sam and Sam  LOVES my Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today and I will tell you more when school  has begun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dictated to  Mom. Composed by Kinza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-7941909892664601225?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/7941909892664601225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=7941909892664601225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7941909892664601225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/7941909892664601225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-time.html' title='Easter Time'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-6433721442780030279</id><published>2005-03-03T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:06:07.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it Get Any Funnier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I am going to tell you some of my funniest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/unblogger/gumballmachine.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Well, lets start with me at school.&lt;br /&gt;My school was having a  dance. Before the dance you could buy rafal tickets for a draw for five dollars  each. I bought two tickets for the draw for fun. A few days after the dance was  over the winners were announced over the intercom. Every kid in my class who had  boughten a ticket crossed their fingers hopping that thay would win. After two  winners had been anounced who would be third but ME!!!!! After my name had been  called my whole class began to cheer! After a while two other kids in my class  won. The next day at recess was when the winners were to choose their prise.  When it came to be my turn I chose a Gumball Machine. Now to you that is not  funny but that's not it! After lunch my whole class knew I had a Gumball Machine  and knowing grade fives they wanted gum! They kept on bugging me like nuts! I  told them if they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;wanted gum they  had to go outside behind the benches and stand in a singlefile line and wait for  me. When I went outside and stood on the steps of my portable and looked in the  direction of the benches I saw a LONG line of grade fives waiting for me!!!!  When I saw that, all I did was laugh and laugh. So I spent my whole recess  selling gum for a penny. Some of the boys tried to sneek up and get a gumball  but that only worked once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;Kinza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-6433721442780030279?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/6433721442780030279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=6433721442780030279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6433721442780030279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/6433721442780030279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-it-get-any-funnier.html' title='Can it Get Any Funnier?'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4734365649847217237</id><published>2005-02-27T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:03:53.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok! Ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok! Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's time for the  surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I'm not ready yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll just have to come back again  NEXT week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha Ha Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder how many returning hits to  my blog I can drag this out for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey! What a cool idea! See ya  later, Koalas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1872/1024/Groundhog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="width: 95px; height: 128px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1872/400/Groundhog2.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4734365649847217237?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4734365649847217237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4734365649847217237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4734365649847217237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4734365649847217237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-ok-so-its-time-for-surprise-and-im.html' title='Ok! Ok!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718942644802710496.post-4212233501209310409</id><published>2005-02-20T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:02:22.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Tere Koalas!  Here's What's Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok! Here's what's up!&lt;br /&gt;Next week  there is going to be a surprise just for you! So click back here and you'll find  out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1872/1024/Groundhog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1872/400/Groundhog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3718942644802710496-4212233501209310409?l=kinniekoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4212233501209310409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3718942644802710496&amp;postID=4212233501209310409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4212233501209310409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3718942644802710496/posts/default/4212233501209310409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinniekoala.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-tere-koalas-heres-whats-up.html' title='Hey Tere Koalas!  Here&apos;s What&apos;s Up!!'/><author><name>Kinza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09636846137284155081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxCzsH8tkNM/TOaNl2MRApI/AAAAAAAAATs/28bsWo50mZM/S220/Headshot%2B-%2BKinza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
