<?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-5335810593300713738</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:52:43.879-07:00</updated><category term='Ratlle snacks'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='Ring of Fire'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Tornado'/><category term='magic'/><category term='random'/><category term='Witches'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='McDonalds'/><category term='Mars'/><category term='Lava'/><category term='watching out for people'/><category term='Volcanoes'/><category term='Pyroclastic volcano'/><category term='The sun'/><category term='Magma'/><category term='Just so storys'/><category term='what McDonlads is doing'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='ice skating'/><category term='Maine'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='art museum'/><category term='Phyzgig'/><title type='text'>My blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-2868116188054849293</id><published>2010-08-16T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:32:29.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This food is DISGUSTING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Place&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;There is a king sitting in his thrown, and the queen in her thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Servant enters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Servant:  Your highness, two people named Bob and Kelly have come and are wondering if they can open a shop called "The Spanish Roses" They got the name from the "The English Roses" would you like to meet them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: Of course I do! Bring them in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Servant: As you wish king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bob and Kelly and Servant enter.  Bob and Kelly kneel, the servant doesn't, the queen points to the servant, and the servant kneels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bob: Your highness,  We were wondering if we could open our shop, it is a cafe named-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: I know, first I want to try the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kelly: As you wish your highness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both Bob and Kelly exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queen:  Sweetie, how about we let the workers open their shop, and any other workers, so we don't have to meet every worker every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: NEVER! What if the workers are doing a joke, what is the food makes all our people sick! WHAT IT-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queen:  Then, how about you don't try the food, the servant does, so, you won't die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: Good point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queen:  Okay then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: Servant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Servant enters in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Servant: Yes your highness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;King: Well, when the food comes over, I want you to taste the food, not me, because it might make me sick. If it makes you sick, then I will send the nurse over, do you understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Servant: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Bob and Kelly enter with a box of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kelly: Here is the food your highness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Servant: He is telling my to eat it to see if it tastes good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Bob: Okay, here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Servants eats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Servant: mmmm.... Very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;King: Then let me try eating this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bob: As you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;King eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;King: This food is DISGUSTING! I WILL NOT LET YOU OPEN THE SHOP! EVER!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kelly: You must of had a bad bite! Here have this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;King: This is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;King eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;King: mmm... quite- DI- DELICIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-2868116188054849293?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/2868116188054849293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-food-is-disgusting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2868116188054849293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2868116188054849293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-food-is-disgusting.html' title='This food is DISGUSTING!'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-7326469932353793908</id><published>2010-07-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:07:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy because...</title><content type='html'>I am happy cause, I GOT INTO A SCHOOL!  Called...  webster! happy me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-7326469932353793908?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/7326469932353793908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-happy-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/7326469932353793908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/7326469932353793908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-happy-because.html' title='I am happy because...'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-8783725380005566275</id><published>2010-06-12T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:28:36.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought, I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I felt like a belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second you do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turn into a surf hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always comes to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feel the fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all feel the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, that food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all sounds insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-8783725380005566275?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/8783725380005566275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/8783725380005566275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/8783725380005566275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-poem.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-3562796287390477263</id><published>2010-06-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:26:32.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Today Feels Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Saturday, June 12 2010 I feel like, I am free, like I can do whatever I want, and nothing will happen, but in my mind it does, I feel like I can dance around and if I fall, I won't be hurt, I hope you know what I mean, I feel like, nothing is bothering me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;I don't know what else I can explain for that wonderful feeling! But you have to have that feeling in your life, and when you do, you will know how this feeling feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-3562796287390477263?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/3562796287390477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-today-feels-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3562796287390477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3562796287390477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-today-feels-like.html' title='What Today Feels Like'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-2763300404675995327</id><published>2010-06-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:03:29.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't written a blog, in a long time.  I was thinking maybe I should start writing a little more blog now!&lt;br /&gt;   I will start with what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 11th of June. 2010, I was so excited when I woke up! It was my sisters graduation into middle school!  I got up, had a shower, and got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;  I was extremely tired, I went down stairs, and had some breakfast, then got into the car with a blanket, and had a rest in the car.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the building were the graduation was (i was asleep!) mom woke me up, and I got out of the car slowly wobbling, for when I just wake up and walk I wobble.&lt;br /&gt;I went inside, and saw the pretty dresses the people were wearing, some people I new, some I did not. I sat down next to my friend Charlotte, (her sister Hailey goes to Hannah's school, Hannah is my sister Hailey was there.) everybody else did a speech about their time at the school. The school was called "The Little School On The Point"  including Hannah and Hailey, there is 9 people in the class, it is a small home-school group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation, (the building was at the beach) Charlotte and me had a lot of fun playing around, playing freeze tag etc. we loved it so much, and then, of course we had to go, but we were going to see each-other even more, because me and Charlotte had a opening night of a play!&lt;br /&gt;We got to the stage, and did our play, (the play was called "The Children Of Sherwood" It was a robin hood play, when they were at the age of, like 9!) me and Charlotte then watched the older class called "Robin Hood" the story of Robin Hood. Charlotte's older sister Heather was in it, and my older brother Max was in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those kind of days, those big, big, days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5335810593300713738-2763300404675995327?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/2763300404675995327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2763300404675995327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2763300404675995327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-1215866854080650772</id><published>2010-02-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:45:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was such a boring day. I wish it was better. And if it was, I would be much better. Please won't anyone make a day better? I wish they did!  Please can they! Oh, I would do anything for them to change my bad days to good! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of Haiti, it makes me feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-1215866854080650772?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/1215866854080650772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/1215866854080650772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/1215866854080650772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-6656421748788059365</id><published>2010-02-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:24:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti's worst earthqauck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kidsblogs.nationalgeographic.com/kidsnews/assets/news_images/haiti-earthquake-95777946-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 300px;" src="http://kidsblogs.nationalgeographic.com/kidsnews/assets/news_images/haiti-earthquake-95777946-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so sad for Haiti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single building has crumbled down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Haiti would get back to normal, but Haiti is a very poor country, so they can not do it on there own, they need some help. So everybody should be sending them good things so they can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand what I am saying then look at this picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what they have to go through, but all the houses are like that, the people in Haiti don't have any homes. Please think of it. Even five cents could do some help to them, even one cent could help a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-6656421748788059365?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/6656421748788059365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/02/haitis-worst-earthqauck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/6656421748788059365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/6656421748788059365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/02/haitis-worst-earthqauck.html' title='Haiti&apos;s worst earthqauck'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-7728844136966750724</id><published>2010-01-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:07:17.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside</title><content type='html'>This is my poem I wrote while having a walk. Here is the poem:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocks have fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flowers have grown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain has stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the grass has grown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky is blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds are white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun light is shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birds are in site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air is clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The animals are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain makes everything green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you liked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-7728844136966750724?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/7728844136966750724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/outside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/7728844136966750724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/7728844136966750724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/outside.html' title='Outside'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-897441893535844539</id><published>2010-01-28T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:35:43.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just so storys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ratlle snacks'/><title type='text'>how the rattle snack got his rattle</title><content type='html'>Once there was a snake, and it wanted power. One day the snake was going out for a slither. And he saw a soccer game going on, and there were animals watching. So the rattle snake went to the foot ball game and there he saw sound makers! Just what he wanted, so he asked one of the men who where selling them if he could have one! The man said " Yes you can, but you don't have any hands!" The rattle snake said " then put one on my tail." The man did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the foot ball game was over, the rattle snake could not feel the sound maker on his tail. So the rattle snake looked at his tail, and he was surprised to see it had became part of his tail, when he put his tail up it made the rattling sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snake was very, oh so very happy, because he had some power to scare people away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-897441893535844539?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/897441893535844539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-rattle-snack-got-his-rattle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/897441893535844539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/897441893535844539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-rattle-snack-got-his-rattle.html' title='how the rattle snack got his rattle'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-2779863278774622203</id><published>2010-01-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:22:11.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; This is going to be an other boring blog so here it is: At 11 a clock I am going to go to my friends house fro a play date. But be for that I have to have breakfast that is pan cakes. I love pancakes, yum yum yummy! I also like porridge, but I think I like pancakes the same. What am I blabbering about? I don't know but maybe I should keep on doing it, well do you want me to? If you don't stop reading this post. Bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-2779863278774622203?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/2779863278774622203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2779863278774622203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2779863278774622203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-morning.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-1271355953124960325</id><published>2010-01-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:05:17.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what McDonlads is doing'/><title type='text'>Nothing blog</title><content type='html'>The post I am writing is going to be boring, but I want to write one so I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tornado yesterday, didn't seem like one, well it didn't seem like one because the tornado was not were we were, but it was windy, very wind, and it still is. But today feels like it's winder, but it isn't, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to the president of McDonalds about what he is doing, and how bad it is, and I want it to stop. I want it to stop right now. Do you know what McDonalds is doing? It treats animals like pieces of metal, and they give cows corn, instead of grass. It's just disgusting. You know whats really bad about McDonalds, whenever I write McDonalds it gives me a tummy ach, aw! My tummy really hurts. I'm not going to talk about you know who anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was so windy one of our vases broke, well that's tooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have nothing else to say, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-1271355953124960325?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/1271355953124960325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/1271355953124960325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/1271355953124960325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-blog.html' title='Nothing blog'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-9166457327986090617</id><published>2010-01-14T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:37:46.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching out for people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Watch out for people</title><content type='html'>Right now is quiet, I am in my room writing on the dressing table. It is so quiet I can almost hear the witches snoring. And now this moment might be the very moment when everything gets better. The houses get better, the people get better, even the animals get better, but maybe it's not, maybe it's the very moment when everything gets worse, the houses get worse, the people get worse, and the animals get worse.  But maybe it's not, maybe it's normal, maybe that very moment was normal, maybe everything is back to normal. Anything could have been happening that very moment. But nobody knows what is happening around them when they are not looking, only witches can do that when they have magic, and alot of witches have magic, so watch out, watch out for your friends and family, maybe even people you don't know! Watch out for them because the witches might be watching you, I will look behind me now. My bed was made and now it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watch out  for yourself all the time. Whoever is reading this watch out. And if you don't the witches might cast a spell on you that you don't realize is coming. So watch out for everybody so nothing bad happens. If something does, don't blame a human being, blame the witches, do not blame yourself or anybody, just blame the witches, it's their fault. If you do watch out for people, always know I thank you for doing that because if you do that, everything gets better and that is a good thing, a very good thing. Thank you whoever is reading this. And you know what? One time I watched out for somebody, and on the day of my birthday I got what I wanted, and you know what that was? It was love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-9166457327986090617?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/9166457327986090617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/hotmaol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/9166457327986090617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/9166457327986090617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/hotmaol.html' title='Watch out for people'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-3736840620858957908</id><published>2010-01-13T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:01:54.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><title type='text'>My magical hour</title><content type='html'>I see nothing right now, I see nothing, it is quite where I am right now. In the living room alone. My sister in the other room, and my mom has gone to pick up my brother. How quite it is, it feels like I am left alone in the dark, it feels like the hour when the witch's come out! And the vampires, I hope something good happens, not bad. I just heard a door SLAM! But I just realized it was my sister. I see nothing right now I see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel my heart beet Ba Bum BA Bum BA BUM BA BUM faster and faster BA BUM BA BUM BA BUM BA BUM! And then it stops, just stops. I felt that very second something had just done something to me, something amazing, something fantastic! And I will never forget that very moment, even that hour, that hour was when the witches were out. And that amazing thing was the magic of the witch looking at me from behind and wanting to make me do something amazing, and that spell will make me do something amazing. And that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is back to normal. Me writing this post and the witches eating there dinner. And the vampires drinking there red whine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-3736840620858957908?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/3736840620858957908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-magical-hour.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3736840620858957908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3736840620858957908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-magical-hour.html' title='My magical hour'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-6323778747334749725</id><published>2010-01-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:28:52.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The sun'/><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.psy.ritsumei.ac.jp/%7Eakitaoka/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.psy.ritsumei.ac.jp/%7Eakitaoka/sun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody I am going to tell you a poem I just wrote. It's called the Sun. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sun, that sun&lt;br /&gt;That thing that is the sun&lt;br /&gt;That wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;That is bright in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That sun I think in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course it's not heaven&lt;br /&gt;You would burn in one second&lt;br /&gt;But still, when I look at the sun&lt;br /&gt;It looks just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I am really seeing it&lt;br /&gt;Then you would be seeing it too!&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying the sun looks like heaven&lt;br /&gt;But really you would burn in one second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I turning crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is my brain turning hazy?&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy! I'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here!&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I think the sun is heaven&lt;br /&gt;But you'd burn in one second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying god?&lt;br /&gt;I fill like a pod!&lt;br /&gt;A crazy lazy pod!&lt;br /&gt;Now breathe I say now breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-6323778747334749725?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/6323778747334749725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/6323778747334749725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/6323778747334749725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-8674143585581429334</id><published>2010-01-11T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:24:42.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyroclastic volcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volcanoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ring of Fire'/><title type='text'>Volcanoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/faculty/lemke/geog101/images/20m_pyroclastic_flow_msh_usgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/faculty/lemke/geog101/images/20m_pyroclastic_flow_msh_usgs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;This morning, when I got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast, I thought of what I should write for a post today: it was going to be about Volcanoes. I didn't know so much about Volcanoes so my mother and I looked up Volcanoes and learned a lot. So now that I know about Volcanoes I will share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to list ten things about volcanoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magma is molten rock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Magma comes out of a volcano it turns into lava.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volcanoes form where there are cracks in the earth's crust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pyroclastic volcanoes are the worst volcanoes in the world, they make explosions of ash and gas that can be more powerful than a mushroom cloud from an atomic bomb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shield volcanoes are lava flows like in the volcanoes in Hawaii.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ring of Fire is all the volcanoes that go around the pacific ocean's plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plate tectonics are all the pieces of the earth's crust that move against each other and cause volcanoes and earthquakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The core is in the middle of the earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a movie about Pompeii and the volcano there, the worst one --  a Pyroclastic volcano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When lava hits water it turns black and disgusting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think volcanoes are one of the most scary things that can happen to anyone on earth. JUST WHY DOES GOD DO THIS TO US! And also just to say the biggest volcano in the solar system is on  Mars! I am happy I don't live there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-8674143585581429334?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/8674143585581429334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/volcanoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/8674143585581429334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/8674143585581429334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/volcanoes.html' title='Volcanoes'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-3266936326937243333</id><published>2010-01-09T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:44:23.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>I am going to say all the things I like, what I want to be when I grow up, and what I do all day. First I will tell you what I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;acting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the art museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I have told you what I want to do all day, so now I am going to tell you what I want to be when I grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A palaeontologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A painter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now I have told you what I want to be when I grow up, now I am going to tell you what I do all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;play on my Nintendo D.S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writ blogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;draw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read (sometimes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writ stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to my friends house and play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on the computer and play games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if I wanted to I would dress up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call friends and try to arrange a play date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That is all I can tell you now because now I am go to cut up some apples get a bowl of sugar and dip the apples in the bowl of sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-3266936326937243333?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/3266936326937243333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3266936326937243333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/3266936326937243333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335810593300713738.post-2632856039797183240</id><published>2010-01-07T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:51:24.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phyzgig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice skating'/><title type='text'>My Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi my name is Lily. I am seven years old and today is my first day writing a blog. I wanted to start a blog because my cousin, me and my siblings, Max and Hannah, made one together.  It was very fun writing a blog so I thought I would make my own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was a very nice Christmas for me, because I got to go to Maine and see my grandmother Barbara and my grandfather Mike.  Also, my daddy's mum Robin, my other granny, came all the way from England.  My dog that we can't live with, (because we live in the wilderness where coyotes are, and coyotes as you know eat dogs) also lives in Maine, and it is much nicer for dogs in Maine, because where my grandparents live, there is water on three sides and lots of green grass all around the property. There is another dog that lives with my dog Bella, and her name is Suki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad when we got there because there was no snow, but about five days later it snowed and then there was a blizzard and it was about knee deep! And when it was knee deep it was the best weather ever for snow balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was there and she got stilts for Christmas. I tried them a few times and then after ten minutes I was very good at stilts. And now I am begging my parents for stilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, in my stocking, I was invited to see a Phyzgig show (which is a show where people do amazing tricks). There were yoyo people there who were amazing at playing yoyos, and when they asked for volunteers I got to go up on stage and I hula hooped on stage, and the two people on stage put a spinning plate in my hand and a yoyo in my hand and they asked if I could do it on one foot so I put one foot up and I was still doing it! That was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days later Hannah, me and Max and my mum went to the art museum and I saw lot's of very cool pictures.   My favourite picture was a collage.  When you looked up close it was all body parts, and when you stepped further away, it looked like two men with hats on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go on a sleepover with my cousin Eileen and that was the day it first snowed.  Eileen and her little brother Evan, and Eileen's dad and me went sledding. Eileen went on the snow board (which is a board you stand on) and I went on the sled (which is a board you sit on). I tried the snow board but when I did it was going so fast that I tried to stop and I flew off it and hit myself on the ice really hard.  Eileen is older then me, so I said to Eileen "you are older and braver so you should go on the snow board and I should go on the sled for the rest of the time we're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and me and my dad went ice skating. I am so bad at it and my dad is too but Hannah is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next time I went ice skating it was my mom who came instead of my dad, because my dad was going go-karting with Max. When my mom and me and Hannah got to the the skating rink it was packed. Hannah and me and mom did not have our own skates so we had to rent some. The skates I got were hockey skates.  I am bad at skating but I am even worse in hockey skates. So of course I was really really bad at it. I was very jealous of all the other skaters because they were so good at it and I am so bad at it! I was especially jealous of Hannah. The hockey skates were so horrid and they didn't have my size so we got our money back and left Hannah at the ice rink with our cousin Morgan. Then Hannah had a sleep over with Morgan, while me and mom went shopping for clothes and stilts and all we found for clothes was one sweater with a L on it for Lily and we found no stilts. So we called Eileen and asked were she got her stilts and she said from amazon.com so we looked there and found some but we have not bought them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new years Eve we stayed up until midnight and when it was midnight I had a bit of champagne and that was the end of our new years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad when I had to leave. I had to wake up at four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home it felt very weird to be back because it was so hot in Malibu, and it is so cold in Maine! I was not even used to be sitting on the floor, because I would think Bella or Suki would come and eat what we were playing with. And that is how it all ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5335810593300713738-2632856039797183240?l=lilypiette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/feeds/2632856039797183240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2632856039797183240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5335810593300713738/posts/default/2632856039797183240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilypiette.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas'/><author><name>Lily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02971187563184115838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
