<?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-7932496569233241947</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:11:29.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about my life.  My life is like what my blog says.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-3554431425557436773</id><published>2010-02-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:52:56.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S28aClOKaWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rXWXaAwu8bs/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435591906913053026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S28aClOKaWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rXWXaAwu8bs/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S28aCCHjEWI/AAAAAAAAACw/2xLI1RM_v-A/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435591897490067810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S28aCCHjEWI/AAAAAAAAACw/2xLI1RM_v-A/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think some people have brown eyes, and I think 52 of em. These are the people I know that have brown eyes: Mom, me, Dad (I think), Bree, Emerson. (That's all the people that I look into their eyes.) Everyone in the whole world has different color eyes, even Ben. Brown eyes make me think of bears. I like brown eyes the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-3554431425557436773?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/3554431425557436773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-see.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3554431425557436773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3554431425557436773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-see.html' title='I can&apos;t see'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S28aClOKaWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rXWXaAwu8bs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-4324563106404744705</id><published>2010-01-30T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:56:20.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a boring post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a boring post. And it's short. There is nothing to write about. I am going to Aunt Kristie's to spend the night. Mommy and Daddy are working. They're nurses. I was getting ready to go and trying to look fancy. I asked Mom where is my favorite necklace with the blue rock on it that Bree gave me. Mom said she couldn't find it anywhere. I asked Mom if I could borrow her necklace and she said no because &lt;em&gt;I lose my necklaces.&lt;/em&gt; Now I am necklace-less. And that is a hard word to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-4324563106404744705?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/4324563106404744705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-boring-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/4324563106404744705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/4324563106404744705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-boring-post.html' title='This is a boring post'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-5524595089210881252</id><published>2010-01-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:57:49.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna do this tomorrow, so this is for tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S2Dli9CY4sI/AAAAAAAAACo/iVQd2wuS_bU/s1600-h/Disney!+936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431593539271713474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S2Dli9CY4sI/AAAAAAAAACo/iVQd2wuS_bU/s320/Disney!+936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S2DliZZMoyI/AAAAAAAAACg/wei6d1qp1FE/s1600-h/Blair+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431593529703703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S2DliZZMoyI/AAAAAAAAACg/wei6d1qp1FE/s320/Blair+129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Waggy is my wooby. And I love her. My grandma made her for me. I was the first one to get one. She never blinks. She can beat me in a staring contest. She is afraid to be alone. I took her to Disney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-5524595089210881252?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/5524595089210881252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-do-this-tomorrow-so-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/5524595089210881252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/5524595089210881252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-do-this-tomorrow-so-this.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna do this tomorrow, so this is for tomorrow'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S2Dli9CY4sI/AAAAAAAAACo/iVQd2wuS_bU/s72-c/Disney!+936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-6180388570440583760</id><published>2010-01-25T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:02:24.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is about my trip to Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mrlbEC9I/AAAAAAAAACY/5PzuFdDNEH8/s1600-h/Disney!+673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820730877250514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mrlbEC9I/AAAAAAAAACY/5PzuFdDNEH8/s320/Disney!+673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mrNDnM9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kM3FGSj1Jho/s1600-h/Disney!+499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820724336440274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mrNDnM9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kM3FGSj1Jho/s320/Disney!+499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mqhjA-4I/AAAAAAAAACI/9KfxiqHZ5KE/s1600-h/Disney!+564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820712656993154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mqhjA-4I/AAAAAAAAACI/9KfxiqHZ5KE/s320/Disney!+564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mqNJN-5I/AAAAAAAAACA/TYMYRt139Ps/s1600-h/Disney!+264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820707180084114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mqNJN-5I/AAAAAAAAACA/TYMYRt139Ps/s320/Disney!+264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mpuh2HsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PhIY2FL1Xss/s1600-h/Disney!+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820698961878722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mpuh2HsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PhIY2FL1Xss/s320/Disney!+200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know where to start. I am describing the pictures. This is about Snow White. at the princess castle that I met Snow White. My favorite ride was It's a Small World. I rode it three times. This picture is of my favorite girl in the ride. I was shy when I met Mulan. I met Daisy Duck at the Safari Breakfast. I ate a donut. I saw Dorie and Nemo at Epcot and Animal Kingdom. Three bad things that happened at Disney World were that Ben lost his lanyard, I got wet twice, and I almost bit my finger off when I was eating a carrot (I hope that's not inappropriate to write on my blog). One best thing: I went to the Safari Breakfast. There was lots of food. Another best thing: I met my favorite princess, Belle. And I got a picture of Tinkerbell landing in my hand. And Tinkerbell was coming out of the princess castle during fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-6180388570440583760?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/6180388570440583760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-about-my-trip-to-disney.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/6180388570440583760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/6180388570440583760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-about-my-trip-to-disney.html' title='This is about my trip to Disney'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S14mrlbEC9I/AAAAAAAAACY/5PzuFdDNEH8/s72-c/Disney!+673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-390028685406719000</id><published>2010-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:40:40.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are leaving today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We are going to Disney today.  Until January 25th.  Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-390028685406719000?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/390028685406719000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-leaving-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/390028685406719000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/390028685406719000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-leaving-today.html' title='We are leaving today'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-3425333891608043805</id><published>2010-01-13T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:59:31.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I think it will look like, going to Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S05eWEkiibI/AAAAAAAAABw/FKr5oJibjbM/s1600-h/mulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426378334305159602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S05eWEkiibI/AAAAAAAAABw/FKr5oJibjbM/s320/mulan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am gonna go on a plane, and I think I know what the plane will look like. I think its gonna be all shiny on the outside. And fur for the floors (white fur). And the chairs are gonna be white and purple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And Disney, I think there's gonna be lots of rides. And the princess castle is gonna look like Wall-E, on the beginning of it. And I'm gonna get an autograph with Mickey and Minnie and take a picture of 'em. We're gonna eat breakfast with the princesses and I'm going to wear my MULAN outfit. Wanna know what my hair will look like? It will have a bun and sticks through the bun. That's it for today.&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/7932496569233241947-3425333891608043805?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/3425333891608043805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-i-think-it-will-look-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3425333891608043805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3425333891608043805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-i-think-it-will-look-like.html' title='This is what I think it will look like, going to Disney'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S05eWEkiibI/AAAAAAAAABw/FKr5oJibjbM/s72-c/mulan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-7634562974444326043</id><published>2010-01-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:10:25.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about my blog...by Blair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0zlLXXUInI/AAAAAAAAABo/6eo3U56Wj40/s1600-h/pretzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425963634487730802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0zlLXXUInI/AAAAAAAAABo/6eo3U56Wj40/s320/pretzel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, my sister Bree she made me a blog. Everyone knows my first one I made. My brother Ben always hates me. I can be a half-pretzel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then, I wrote a blog about my life. That's all for today. Let's see all my followers.&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/7932496569233241947-7634562974444326043?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/7634562974444326043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-about-my-blogby-blair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/7634562974444326043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/7634562974444326043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-about-my-blogby-blair.html' title='A blog about my blog...by Blair'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0zlLXXUInI/AAAAAAAAABo/6eo3U56Wj40/s72-c/pretzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-4336355857483876521</id><published>2010-01-09T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:36:34.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life with my eggplant Egbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0jLkAxkymI/AAAAAAAAABg/uGxwiHvOSpE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424809570711423586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0jLkAxkymI/AAAAAAAAABg/uGxwiHvOSpE/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I was four, I was out in my garden.  This is what happened.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0jLj9OryEI/AAAAAAAAABY/llXjJBkdJ1I/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424809569759774786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0jLj9OryEI/AAAAAAAAABY/llXjJBkdJ1I/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Hey mom, guess what! In my garden today I found a weird looking eggplant.  And I named it Egbert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I watched TV with Egbert.  We had him for a really long time, and then we ate him.  I was too scared to eat him cuz he was my very best friend.  Mom made him into a vegetarian dinner (I don't like to talk about that because it makes me bremember).  That's it for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-4336355857483876521?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/4336355857483876521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-with-my-eggplant-egbert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/4336355857483876521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/4336355857483876521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-with-my-eggplant-egbert.html' title='My life with my eggplant Egbert'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0jLkAxkymI/AAAAAAAAABg/uGxwiHvOSpE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-3724862316473455708</id><published>2010-01-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:53:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one should read this except for my AUNTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is an I'm sorry note. Because on one of my blogs I wrote my favorite aunts are Jessy, Annie, and Kristie. I love all my aunts, but sometimes I kind of forget about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-3724862316473455708?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/3724862316473455708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-one-should-read-this-except-for-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3724862316473455708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/3724862316473455708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-one-should-read-this-except-for-my.html' title='No one should read this except for my AUNTS'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-6596498781977637627</id><published>2010-01-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:55:06.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes my sister is a little meanie to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0crD2w-XCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CGyUab2-_H4/s1600-h/101_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351621431581730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0crD2w-XCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CGyUab2-_H4/s320/101_0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0crDSZjH0I/AAAAAAAAABI/dfoK68V9hrg/s1600-h/101_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351611669651266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0crDSZjH0I/AAAAAAAAABI/dfoK68V9hrg/s320/101_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My sister's name is Breanna, but lots of people want to call her Bree. She likes peace signs. Her favorite color is ....well actually, I don't know her favorite color. What her grade is is 8th grade. She's brown with curly hair. She dresses like a boy sometimes. Pretty much she gets mad at me a lot. And sometimes she gets me away from Ben cuz he always beats me up. I was eating watermelon once with Bree and I went and put my whole entire mouth on one whole watermelon! (I didn't really). And Bree did the same. And we told jokes. And we laughed. And I had fun with my sister. That's pretty much it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-6596498781977637627?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/6596498781977637627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-my-sister-is-little-meanie-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/6596498781977637627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/6596498781977637627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-my-sister-is-little-meanie-to.html' title='Sometimes my sister is a little meanie to me'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0crD2w-XCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CGyUab2-_H4/s72-c/101_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-334231912096311520</id><published>2010-01-07T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:14:41.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My whole entire day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First, I woke up. My breakfast was a waffle with jam on it. Then I went to school. Then I sat down and then I drawed. I drew a snowman, and it was an awesome snowman. And then I went to my teacher and said "I'm done" and she said "when you're done make a frame on the part that you didn't draw on". So I went to do my frame and then I went to draw snowflakes and angels, and I colored around the angels and I wrote a smile on one. And I had a smile cuz I love to draw. That's all today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-334231912096311520?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/334231912096311520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-whole-entire-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/334231912096311520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/334231912096311520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-whole-entire-day.html' title='My whole entire day'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-5418980173568132038</id><published>2010-01-07T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:15:42.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother eats these swans (that are actually pirate booty)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0XdJUA2EoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GZWplRnOHss/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423984478298444418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0XdJUA2EoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GZWplRnOHss/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0XdJLzwgsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bd3Hdfi1Frk/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423984476096070338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0XdJLzwgsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bd3Hdfi1Frk/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aunt Julie was here the other night.  We were eating pirate booty (which I call pole....that's a long story), and my mom was here, too.  My dad was at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found these swan shaped ones. And Ben found one that looked like a butt with a penis.  Julie found just a regular kind.  And Mommy, she helped me find them.  I took a picture of the swans.  They were making out.  (What making out means is that they're dating.)  My mom said that this might be a million dollar picture.  I wanted to take them right to the bank because they have all the money.  If I had a million dollars, I would buy a monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-5418980173568132038?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/5418980173568132038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-eats-these-swans-that-are.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/5418980173568132038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/5418980173568132038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-eats-these-swans-that-are.html' title='My brother eats these swans (that are actually pirate booty)'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0XdJUA2EoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GZWplRnOHss/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-2239950794949767283</id><published>2010-01-06T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:10:18.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome-est favorite colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My favorite colors are blue, red, yellow, green, purple, orange, white, black, brown, turquoise (that's a color).  My mom writes whatever I say on my blog.  Ha Ha Ha.  Drawing persons is really hard.  And I like candy.  My favorite kind of flower is violet.  And lots of my friends think I am cute and adorable in my class all the time.  Even my teacher.  (They think that because I am the smallest in my class.)  I am 5 years old.  My birthday's in May.  And this year on the fifth month, on the twenty-first, I am gonna be 6.  My favorite kind of animal (besides rabbits and bunnies) are tigers and cheetahs. That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-2239950794949767283?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/2239950794949767283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-awesome-est-favorite-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/2239950794949767283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/2239950794949767283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-awesome-est-favorite-colors.html' title='My awesome-est favorite colors.'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932496569233241947.post-2548719437889551334</id><published>2010-01-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:45:16.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>My favorite kind of ice cream is orange-sherbert. And my favorite color is blue. Everyone thinks I'm adorable at school. And I never get my card pulled. Mom and dad are my favorite parents ever, even though they're my only parents. Christmas is my favorite holiday. My dog Marabelle is the only dog beast I know. My favorite kind of juice is orange juice and grape juice, but not the sour kind of grapejuice. My favorite letter is "R", "N", "B", and "A". My favorite kind of animate object is an automobile. My favorite kind of animal is rabbits and bunnies. Hahaha! My brother is the worst brother ever(just kidding). Kingston is the awesomest dog I know. I like candy. My favorite auntie is Jessy, Annie, and Kristie. My favorite kind of show is Phineas and Ferb, Wizards of Waverly Place, and Spongebob. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932496569233241947-2548719437889551334?l=milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/feeds/2548719437889551334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/2548719437889551334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932496569233241947/posts/default/2548719437889551334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesofsmilesblair.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>Blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686270205153720006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdZjOVraMHA/S0SML2tIN0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPYb18PIsD8/S220/101_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
