<?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-369346173208666644</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:08:13.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natosha's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A fun place for me to come and be myself, UH OH watch out!! HAHA  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-165574044341758745</id><published>2010-03-23T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:03:50.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6keh4aDZzI/AAAAAAAAADA/5t2BKYSstUc/s1600-h/befunky_misted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6keh4aDZzI/AAAAAAAAADA/5t2BKYSstUc/s320/befunky_misted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451922391334872882" border="0" /&gt;I shall be a ghost at noon today......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-165574044341758745?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/165574044341758745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-be-ghost-at-noon-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/165574044341758745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/165574044341758745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-be-ghost-at-noon-today.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6keh4aDZzI/AAAAAAAAADA/5t2BKYSstUc/s72-c/befunky_misted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5459105810887174164</id><published>2010-03-23T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:57:33.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6kdJ-jO4HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LjsY5dfEWhU/s1600-h/natosha+in+retro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6kdJ-jO4HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LjsY5dfEWhU/s320/natosha+in+retro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451920881155498098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6kdE1kKe2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ny5UbOrdoGU/s1600-h/BEFUNKY+PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6kdE1kKe2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ny5UbOrdoGU/s320/BEFUNKY+PIC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451920792844139362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5459105810887174164?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5459105810887174164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5459105810887174164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5459105810887174164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6kdJ-jO4HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LjsY5dfEWhU/s72-c/natosha+in+retro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-396925067704594173</id><published>2010-03-22T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:14:37.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fPaQBVb1I/AAAAAAAAACo/7RGJvoh2mH8/s1600-h/regular+picture+of+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fPaQBVb1I/AAAAAAAAACo/7RGJvoh2mH8/s320/regular+picture+of+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451553923839389522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my original picture that i used for my Befunky photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-396925067704594173?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/396925067704594173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-my-original-picture-that-i-used.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/396925067704594173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/396925067704594173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-my-original-picture-that-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fPaQBVb1I/AAAAAAAAACo/7RGJvoh2mH8/s72-c/regular+picture+of+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-2055073142531799960</id><published>2010-03-22T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:11:27.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my befunky photo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fOrKNu7LI/AAAAAAAAACg/ngOzo5mhb5k/s1600-h/mybefunky_artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fOrKNu7LI/AAAAAAAAACg/ngOzo5mhb5k/s320/mybefunky_artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451553114826927282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-2055073142531799960?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2055073142531799960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-befunky-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2055073142531799960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2055073142531799960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-befunky-photo.html' title='my befunky photo :)'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S6fOrKNu7LI/AAAAAAAAACg/ngOzo5mhb5k/s72-c/mybefunky_artwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5193564204904066059</id><published>2010-03-09T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:13:02.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twiddla and Typewith.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S5a47wtgPYI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzHu-IuI6oo/s1600-h/typewith.me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S5a47wtgPYI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzHu-IuI6oo/s320/typewith.me.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446744136178744706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S5a4WfV4E9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p6HLIEzA-78/s1600-h/Twiddla.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S5a4WfV4E9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p6HLIEzA-78/s320/Twiddla.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446743495861081042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;In my media class he gave us two websites to go to they were Twiddla and TypeWith.me. I liked Twiddla the best because you can draw and on typewith.me you can only type and it gets boring after a little while. I cant do one single thing for a long time so this is why i liked twiddla better than typewith.me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5193564204904066059?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5193564204904066059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/twiddla-and-typewithme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5193564204904066059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5193564204904066059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/03/twiddla-and-typewithme.html' title='Twiddla and Typewith.me'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S5a47wtgPYI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzHu-IuI6oo/s72-c/typewith.me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-407535120379306469</id><published>2010-02-25T14:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:13:54.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My project for media class</title><content type='html'>My media project, that i am researching for is about becoming a pediatrician. In order to be a pediatrician you have to go to college for atleast 4 years to get a doctorate degree. I am using library books and the internet as my resources. I have learned that it takes a while to learn everything you need to in order to be a pediatrician. You also have to have a masters degree to get a good paying job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-407535120379306469?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/407535120379306469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-project-for-media-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/407535120379306469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/407535120379306469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-project-for-media-class.html' title='My project for media class'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-2372062477706136536</id><published>2010-02-18T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:12:14.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret builders..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S32jm6c7rqI/AAAAAAAAACI/n-paoGqRpsc/s1600-h/secret+builders+photo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S32jm6c7rqI/AAAAAAAAACI/n-paoGqRpsc/s320/secret+builders+photo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439683813854391970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Mr. Chamberlain's class we have been playing a web game called Secret Builders. I haven't had much time to play the game because, i have been having trouble loading the pages and the games. I think that Poptropica was better because, you could travel all over your map and get to go to the games and they would load. I think that the age levels for this game would be 5-18 year olds. Students can learn how to end many stories with the proper grammar. I think it is not educational very much but you can come here to have a fun time and play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/slavenn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/slavenn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/slavenn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-2372062477706136536?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2372062477706136536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/secret-builders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2372062477706136536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2372062477706136536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/secret-builders.html' title='Secret builders..........'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S32jm6c7rqI/AAAAAAAAACI/n-paoGqRpsc/s72-c/secret+builders+photo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-1050097253047449908</id><published>2010-02-16T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:10:05.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lonelyness.......</title><content type='html'>I want to go back home soooo bad. I dislike my dad very much for doing this, he put us in foster care but, he also did it to his own kids to so haha to him, but i also feel bad for them.... My nana said that i have a kind and gentle heart like my mom. I am glad that i am like my mom she is the best woman in the and i would want to be exactly like her any day. And my nana i cant even begin to explain her. She is perfect all around. She has a good heart and cares about everyone, including herself. She si the best nana you could ever ask for. And my mom has taken after my nana and i love them both. I just want to go home and wrap my arms around them. I hope that court went well today i am going to catiga's house in about 10 minutes and she is going to tell us what is going on... i hope that she says we get to go home.:)   Well, let me think and i will have something else to say.... hmmmmmmm...... OH i love you nana, mom, papa, and dad. Dad and mom are you still trying to stop smoking. You know everyone puff takes another second away from your life.Mom you know catiga is she used to work with grandma in headstart, she was also a bus driver but me and emily are doing good. Emily is taking it hard but i am here with her. I just tell her to hope and pray every night. But one good thing is we got 100 dollars of clothes from walmart since we are in foster care, (we enjoyed that :)) Emily feels comfortable in the clothes she bought. She got some new shirts and pants and i helped her pick them out i think they are cute and they give her more of a figure so we are almost to the girl stage mom slowly but we are reaching it. &lt;br /&gt;But Emily knows someone from school that also lives with catiga and Nariah lives with her so we are all good. Her name sounds like Katiya But we are both good just want to go home soon. I love you all and Emily does to and good nights and good mornings and good days. Love you nana, mom, papa, and dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-1050097253047449908?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1050097253047449908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/lonelyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1050097253047449908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1050097253047449908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/lonelyness.html' title='lonelyness.......'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-1314819444409109890</id><published>2010-02-10T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:06:13.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day until.............</title><content type='html'>I was having a good day until i went to my dad's house. I either get yelled at or get into trouble over something stupid. Like last night me and my brother Devin got into trouble because, i told him how to put his name on his cup. (we have plastic cups that we keep our names on) And my dad said that he wasn't done with me, so i don't know what to expect when i get to his house now?? So when i get home i might have to do more chores or have to sit down for the night or something like that. I just want to go home and stay at mom's.Mom tell your lawyer that dad doesnt have to pay child support and i love you all nana, papa, mom, and dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-1314819444409109890?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1314819444409109890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-day-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1314819444409109890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1314819444409109890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-day-until.html' title='A good day until.............'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5013237788660385684</id><published>2010-01-28T15:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:25:41.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my dreams came true......</title><content type='html'>I cant believe this My dad said that he would call his lawyer and let us live where ever we wanted... AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! I cant believe this it finally looks like we are going to get to live with our mom finally... .YAY!! I cant wait until  this gets done. We don't have to go to court now!!!!!!!!! I will always remember this day. Me and my nana and mom love it!! My nana said that we will have to go somewhere to party....lol.... literally. When she came to school Wednesday she said she was going to jump up on the teachers table and me and Devin would have our heads down like we didnt know her because she was going to be circling her arms and doing the happy dance.hahahaha. Mom please bring my MP3 back to school Monday i will make sure to keep it turned off this time...lol. Well, it is time to line up for the buses i love you mom, dad, nana, and papa see you next Friday or when you come to visit us at school. Love you and miss you all but not for very long.. :) :P :D Sweet dreams and good nights and days to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5013237788660385684?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5013237788660385684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-my-dreams-came-true.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5013237788660385684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5013237788660385684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-my-dreams-came-true.html' title='The day my dreams came true......'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5007347516614299735</id><published>2010-01-28T14:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:00:02.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poptropica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S2H6qooNN6I/AAAAAAAAACA/WsvAJsf0-xg/s1600-h/Poptropica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S2H6qooNN6I/AAAAAAAAACA/WsvAJsf0-xg/s320/Poptropica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431898235953035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5007347516614299735?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5007347516614299735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/poptropica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5007347516614299735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5007347516614299735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/poptropica.html' title='Poptropica'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/S2H6qooNN6I/AAAAAAAAACA/WsvAJsf0-xg/s72-c/Poptropica.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-4578508285463298479</id><published>2010-01-28T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:56:31.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poptrica Review..........</title><content type='html'>I have been playing Poptrica  for about 3 or 4 days and so far it has me mind puzzled.But, it doesn't take a lot to get me mind boggled...lol Well, i personally like this game and once you get into it and don't just try to get through it as fast as you can it is very adventurous. It keeps your brain working and if i had to name it i would call it " The Brain Teaser"...lol but that is just me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-4578508285463298479?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4578508285463298479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-poptrica-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4578508285463298479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4578508285463298479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-poptrica-review.html' title='My Poptrica Review..........'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-6357258517829227809</id><published>2010-01-26T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:07:09.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My science Fair project is going good so far... I still need to print some things off and glue them to my board but, besides that i am good. I wish i was home though. I hope that the judge gets us into court really fast. I hope you can get into college for cheap mom and hope we make a little bit more money so we can but groceries and still have money to mess around with. I love you mom, dad, nana, and papa very much.I hope that there are many good days to come for everyone and i love and miss you all. see you tomorrow nana and make sure to bring my MP3.... PLEASE.. lol. I love you nana, mom, dad, and papa..... and miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-6357258517829227809?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6357258517829227809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-science-fair-project-is-going-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6357258517829227809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6357258517829227809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-science-fair-project-is-going-good.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-3199717228512116669</id><published>2010-01-25T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:25:07.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you all................</title><content type='html'>I miss you dad, mom, nana, and papa very much. I enjoyed staying with you lastnight to nana, it had been a long time since i had done that....lol....sorry. I love and miss u all time sorry i couldnt type to much time to load the buses. Love you nana and papa and mom and dad.......see you tomorrow when you bring my lunch mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-3199717228512116669?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3199717228512116669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-all.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3199717228512116669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3199717228512116669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-all.html' title='I miss you all................'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-3363926654530644580</id><published>2010-01-15T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:43:17.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I don't know if i will have a good weekend or not. I will miss you mom, dad, nana, and papa. And wish emily a happy birthday for me... just think, 11 years ago yesterday she was still in your tummy mommy...:) so just have a happy birthday Emily. And nana i hope u get to feeling better from your bronchitis and when you cough. And tell mom and dad that i demand them to stop smoking this minute....like they will anyways. Did you now every puff of a cigarette that you take it takes a second off of your life?... :( But anyways.... and tell papa that i will waiting for him to stop chewing to... Did you know that chewing can give you lip cancer or even stomache or throat cancer if the juice from it is swallowed!?!.....Well, tell everyone that i love and miss them.....thank you all for commenting on my blog.... :) and if you were wondering everyone is doing good.... Emily is excited about going home today and also next weekend.Well i hope everyone is doing okay and has good days to come.  I love you all and will miss everyone..... see everyone next weekend i will be praying for everyone especially you nana i want you to feel better and quit that blasted coughing....lol  Until next weekend i love you all and miss you.... I KEEP YOU IN MY PRAYERS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-3363926654530644580?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3363926654530644580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3363926654530644580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3363926654530644580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-6453748973832537130</id><published>2010-01-12T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:20:56.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You All...everyone and everybody</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...i miss you guys already..emily and devin and me were crying lastnight cause we wanted to come home. And dad said that he is keeping us until weekend after next.... he said no one gets picked up this friday at school except emily because you guys traded weekends again. Well....comment me love you guys night tell everyone i miss and love them!!  :'(   :)  bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-6453748973832537130?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6453748973832537130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-you-alleveryone-and-everybody.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6453748973832537130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6453748973832537130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-you-alleveryone-and-everybody.html' title='Love You All...everyone and everybody'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-2064114535466869487</id><published>2009-12-17T15:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:25:52.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Christmas......</title><content type='html'>So you are coming with mom tomorrow to pick us up?? I can't wait until tomorrow when we get to home. I cant wait to see what we get for Christmas!! :) I miss you and mom, and dad, and papa. I miss the dogs and everyone.... I want to know where we are going with dad's mom and dad. Well... i cant wait until tomorrow... I love you bye... talk to you tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-2064114535466869487?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2064114535466869487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2064114535466869487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2064114535466869487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='the Christmas......'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-472589069527706965</id><published>2009-12-17T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:16:42.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://snowman.yahoo.com/#/view/a0e6129cf3e3fa4be53047de3220c773&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-472589069527706965?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/472589069527706965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpsnowman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/472589069527706965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/472589069527706965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpsnowman.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-7594470153769463586</id><published>2009-12-17T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:39:49.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend.....</title><content type='html'>We get to go back to our mom's tomorrow... my   dad said that he doesn't want us for Christmas because of all of our lies. I don't know how  we lied but i know that us four kids are going to have a good 3 weeks with our mom. My dad's lawyer said that we can go to our mom's tomorrow and come back whenever school starts back up since we have Christmas break... so we get to see our mom and stay with our mom for 3 weeks and they are going to be wonderful. So my mom will pick us up tomorrow, when car riders and walkers leave and we will stay with her until the 5th when we come back to school and then we will ride the bus home to our dad's. But the 3 weeks that we stay with our mom is going to be great.... and i know that we can be very hard to control at times but i apologize for anything and everything that we have caused for nana, and mom, and dad, and papa. Thank you guys for everything that you have done and thank you for letting us have a good Christmas.... (for the 25th)!! I love and miss you nana, papa, dad, and mom see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-7594470153769463586?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/7594470153769463586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/7594470153769463586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/7594470153769463586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend.....'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-8610643214621349713</id><published>2009-12-15T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:19:00.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tha very sad and bad day!  :(</title><content type='html'>When my mom picked us up on Friday... i was expecting that it was going to be a good day but come to find out... My MOST favorite dog got shot by the stupid neighbors and my uncle Bill passed away. And the weekend was kind of a depressing weekend. No one really done anything except going to the doctor and going to work... but, personally i had fun and  was thankful that i went to see my mom and nana. My nana has been taking it hard because that was her brother that passed away and everyone has been coming to her house and talking to her and making sure she is okay. Then also over the weekend Jenny (uncle Bill's daughter) stole his bill fold and was being immature about the whole thing. She took the money for his funeral and burial to... If it was my  daddy i would make sure that he had the money he needed and not put my mom or my step mom under pressure right after she lost her husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-8610643214621349713?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8610643214621349713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/tha-very-sad-and-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8610643214621349713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8610643214621349713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/tha-very-sad-and-bad-day.html' title='Tha very sad and bad day!  :('/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-1389092833661765852</id><published>2009-12-10T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:08:05.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You......</title><content type='html'>Thank you mom and nana for coming to school today. I can't wait for tomorrow. I hope that dad feels good enough to go... :( I hope you get to feeling better dad. :) I wonder what my presents are under the tree?? I tried to get my nana and mom to tell me but they would only tell me the shapes, i would like them, and i would use them... oh, and also that i needed them but i need everything that i see lol!! :) We get to open one present tomorrow i cant wait until tomorrow!! I did just what i said i was going to i fell into my mom and nana's arms and started crying... ;( Well, i dont know what else to say WAIT!!! WAIT!!!! Yes i do Tomorrow, Tomorrow i love ya tomorrow, your only a day away... Off of one of my favorite movies!! Well, that is truly all i have to say so goodbye until tomorrow wait i wont be in this class tomorrow i will be going home early tomorrow so... talk to you Monday, December 14th, 2009. Eleven days until Christmas!! Everyone have a happy and merry Christmas because i know i am going to. I LOVE MY FAMILY!! They are #1!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-1389092833661765852?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1389092833661765852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1389092833661765852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/1389092833661765852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You......'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-2370327166452876618</id><published>2009-12-09T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:20:11.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my BEAUTIFUL mommy!! =D</title><content type='html'>Mom i love you so much and i can't wait until Friday. I miss you so much and i can't wait to see you. I am going to wrap my arms around you and never let go!! Thank you for leaving comments on my blog and i enjoyed from hearing from you and nana. Nana said she was going to come with you to pick us up or to see me on Thursday.I can't wait to see you, dad, nana, and papa. I even want to see my eye popping Beetle and Cricket and Delphie and especially my fat boy (Azzie). I also want to see my Sugar Bear. I also want to see the sheep, chickens, and the pigs... and i usually don't miss them...haha. I just want to see you so much. I know i will see you Friday but i want to see you before if you can make it. I want to see you either at breakfast or lunch so i can feed Chester Cheetah for you...if you still baby sit them. Has Liz been paying you?? Just wondering. Well, i will see you Friday i guess love you. Goodnight and good days until Friday love you bye... Tell nana, papa, and dad that i love and miss them. And kiss all the dogs for me. lol... share an ice cream with them..haha. =-)  =D  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-2370327166452876618?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2370327166452876618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-beautiful-mommy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2370327166452876618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2370327166452876618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-beautiful-mommy-d.html' title='To my BEAUTIFUL mommy!! =D'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-4635687390477228419</id><published>2009-12-09T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:14:23.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my lovely nana!!! JUST FOR YOU =D</title><content type='html'>I love you so much!! I love the way you tell me "baby hun" and the stories that you tell me from whenever i was littler and when i wrote on your car with a rock... SORRY!! But i know you will still love me through everything and anything. I miss you so much so will this mean that you are coming Thursday or i can wait 'til Friday are you coming to get us or mom?? Just wondering?? I miss you so much nana and i cant wait to see you!! I haven't seen you in over a month and it really stinks... I miss your hugs and your kisses and the strawberry shortcakes and also " nana's country kitchen" i miss everything even the pigs,sheep,and chickens.. haha...and your warm home cooked meals and especially "nana's country kitchen" I just want to come home!! Tell me when you guys are coming over either Thursday or i already know you are coming to school Friday...haha. Well... I guess that i will see you Friday. Tell mom, dad,and papa that i love them and miss them and i will see them Friday. And nana i love you with all of my heart good nights and good days and i love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-4635687390477228419?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4635687390477228419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-loverly-nana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4635687390477228419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4635687390477228419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-loverly-nana.html' title='To my lovely nana!!! JUST FOR YOU =D'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-4398875860666696700</id><published>2009-12-08T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:12:02.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me,myself, and I</title><content type='html'>I really miss my mom, dad, nana, and papa so much i want to see them sometime this week please!! I miss them SO much right now i could just wrap my arms around them and never let go. My mom gets me, my brothers, and sister this weekend. I can't wait until Friday. Also this weekend on Saturday we might get to go to the big dinner they are having here in Noel. They are having a big Christmas dinner with everything to eat. They will have Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, hot rolls, pop and juice for the littler kids, and coffee for the adults (to give them an extra boost of energy for the day haha) I just cant wait to see my mom, dad, nana, and papa this weekend!!! I cant wait to see my Sugar Bear =D, my Azzie :), My Cricket (to play fetch with), and my eye poppin' Beetle...literally...haha. And i mostly cant wait to see MY big baby/old man dog Axle i miss everyone sooo much. Well, comment mom and nana and papa and dad. And nana can you tell mom to come to the school i need to talk to her and you can come also...PLEASE... do that for me... Thank you nana and mom for reading these messages and tell dad and papa i love and miss them too. I will see you guys this weekend. Mom if you can come Wednesday (tomorrow) or Thursday that would be awesome thank you and have a goodnight sleep and good days to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you mom KISSES and HUGS.. for you nana KISSES and HUGS...for you papa KISSES and HUGS...for you dad KISSES and HUGS!! I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL VERY MUCH...see you this weekend and hopefully tomorrow or Thursday please come about 12:00 that is when i hace my lunch you can sit and have lunch with me again mom.  :P :D :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-4398875860666696700?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4398875860666696700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/memyself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4398875860666696700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4398875860666696700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/memyself-and-i.html' title='Me,myself, and I'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5939688552962686729</id><published>2009-12-02T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:55:15.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My story</title><content type='html'>I miss my mom so much i haven't seen her in 5 weeks or more, and i have to wait about 9 more days. My dad said that she comes to pick us up December 11th and it is to long i wish she would come to school just to talk to me, i would fall into her arms and cry!! Some nights i cry myself to sleep and wonder if this court thing will ever end. If the judge decides to stop taking vacation and pretending that there is a family emergency maybe we could get this all over with! Well, that is all i have to say so goodbye!!   Good night mom, dad, nana, and papa, I love and miss you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5939688552962686729?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5939688552962686729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5939688552962686729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5939688552962686729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-story.html' title='My story'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-9046778126157606465</id><published>2009-11-11T14:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:46:15.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go animate</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GoAnimate.com&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://goanimate.com/movie/0aYY2FYE7X4E?utm_source=embed&amp;uid=0ZJz2Mzj0RU8" target="_blank"&gt;The crazy day&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://goanimate.com/user/0ZJz2Mzj0RU8" target="_blank"&gt;Natosha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;embed src='http://goanimate.com//api/animation/player' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='400' height='268' FlashVars='userId=0ZJz2Mzj0RU8&amp;movieId=0aYY2FYE7X4E&amp;chain_mids=&amp;movieLid=6&amp;movieTitle=The+crazy+day&amp;movieDesc=&amp;apiserver=http://goanimate.com/&amp;appCode=go&amp;thumbnailURL=http://goanimate.com/files/thumbnails/movie/704/669704/1294438L.jpg&amp;fb_app_url=http://goanimate.com/go/&amp;copyable=0&amp;showButtons=1&amp;tlang=en_US&amp;ctc=go&amp;isEmbed=1&amp;is_private_shared=0&amp;isPublished=0&amp;originalId=0zEt_fo4L-5k&amp;is_slideshow=0&amp;is_emessage=0&amp;averageRating=0&amp;ratingCount=0' allowScriptAccess='always'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Like it? Create your own at &lt;a href='http://goanimate.com?utm_source=embed' target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GoAnimate.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's free and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-9046778126157606465?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/9046778126157606465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-animate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/9046778126157606465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/9046778126157606465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-animate.html' title='Go animate'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-4409194163670494100</id><published>2009-10-29T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:02:35.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars"value="height=390&amp;width=480&amp;file=http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/images/eng_CA-pending_renderscreen.flv&amp;image=http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/images/eng_CA-pending_renderscreen.jpg&amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/5539781&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=390&amp;width=480&amp;file=http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/images/eng_CA-pending_renderscreen.flv&amp;image=http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/images/eng_CA-pending_renderscreen.jpg&amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/5539781&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" width="1" height="1" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-4409194163670494100?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4409194163670494100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4409194163670494100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4409194163670494100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-morning.html' title='The bad morning!!'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-8260117903672983148</id><published>2009-10-27T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:35:33.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every 15 minutes someone in the United States dies in an alcohol related traffic accident....and today i died........</title><content type='html'>Dear mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Every 15 minutes someone in the United States dies in a alcohol related traffic collision...and today i died.... I never got to tell you how much i appreciate all of the things that you do for me, my brothers, and my sisters. And keeping us safe from everything and anything that may be harmful, but this accident wasn't because of me doing drugs but someone else and now i have to pay the consequence. Even when i do the wrong things you hold your temper and explain how me and you can make things better. And when i would cry you would hold me in your arms and tell me everything is okay. And now i have to tell you thanks for everything you have done for me and everyone else. I am also very proud and honored to call you my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                                            Natosha Slaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-8260117903672983148?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8260117903672983148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-15-minutes-someone-in-united.html#comment-form' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8260117903672983148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8260117903672983148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-15-minutes-someone-in-united.html' title='Every 15 minutes someone in the United States dies in an alcohol related traffic accident....and today i died........'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-8784935398549914608</id><published>2009-10-13T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:36:22.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was once a woman and man that worked in a school from Noel, Missouri. Noel is a very small town if you blink you will miss it all. The woman’s name was Barb and the man’s name was Justin. They both were cooks. The name of the week in their school was “So Random” They were getting ready for Halloween. The cooks were in the cafeteria preparing for lunch. Since it was almost Halloween, they were thinking how to make some of their foods look creepy or freaky lookin’. So they started thinking of different of ways to make their cookies and sandwiches. They made their cookies with pumpkins and orange sprinkles. They cut the bread for the sandwiches like pumpkins and their napkins had black cats and ghosts on them.  Then someone came on the intercom. It was a teacher, her name was Mrs. Davidson. She was telling everyone something that her 3rd graders had come up with for the week. Her class had been thinking of little sayings that would go along with the theme of the week she said she would share one of the sayings after lunch. So… Everyone couldn’t wait until after lunch. They all started about thinking about what she would say after lunch was over. So everyone went to 4th hour and couldn’t wait until next hour. (5th hour is always lunch when you are in junior high) So they worked on their projects that they had to do in that class. Then the bell rang and it was 5th hour. They took their purses into their next class and their books and went to lunch. Then someone got onto the intercom and everyone got quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="148" height="44"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=v3YqHRZ2ZlpXzY2DY&amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=v3YqHRZ2ZlpXzY2DY&amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="148" height="44"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady said “I didn’t know there really were ghosts and goblins and things that go bump in the night.” Then she was off of the intercom. Everyone looked around and then someone said “that’s it?” She walked out of the office and said “Yeah, since it so random week. I got on the intercom and said that saying and got off isn’t that so random!?!?” Replied Mrs. Davidson. Then everyone answered her with a “YEAH” Then everyone got done with lunch and before you knew it everyone was out of school and trick-or-treating!!   &lt;object width="148" height="44"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=vLxrntSqhznaZXdRI&amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=vLxrntSqhznaZXdRI&amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="148" height="44"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-8784935398549914608?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8784935398549914608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-was-once-woman-and-man-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8784935398549914608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8784935398549914608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-was-once-woman-and-man-that.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5606957144340762170</id><published>2009-10-05T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:42:31.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://spreadsheets.google.com/embeddedform?key=tlc8ffMFnGMVLH3OuQn7uiQ" width="760" height="657" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0"&gt;Loading...&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5606957144340762170?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5606957144340762170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/loading_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5606957144340762170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5606957144340762170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/loading_05.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-2340592830368275785</id><published>2009-10-01T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:05:56.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How you can use glogster as something in a class??</title><content type='html'>You can use Glogster by helping to demonstrate a class project. You can choose pictures to demonstrate a scene or plot of your chosen project. You can also look up pictures about your project, and to come to your satisfaction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-2340592830368275785?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2340592830368275785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-you-can-use-glogster-as-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2340592830368275785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/2340592830368275785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-you-can-use-glogster-as-something.html' title='How you can use glogster as something in a class??'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-774818690623694398</id><published>2009-10-01T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:01:47.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQ*MDkzMTY2MTEmcHQ9MTI1NDQwOTMzMzYyNiZwPTU1NzEmZD*mZz*yJm89MGRlMjc3M2ViMDY1NDc1NWE*NjQwMzBiYmFiNTgzNmE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/horse" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=joyce%20the%20mare&amp;an=natosha&amp;clr=0x7b4f2f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-774818690623694398?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/774818690623694398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet_01.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/774818690623694398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/774818690623694398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet_01.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-8595428026240572184</id><published>2009-10-01T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:54:23.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQ*MDg4MTU4MDImcHQ9MTI1NDQwODg*MDUzNiZwPTU1NzEmZD*mZz*yJm89MGRlMjc3M2ViMDY1NDc1NWE*NjQwMzBiYmFiNTgzNmE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/guineapig" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=louise&amp;an=natosha&amp;clr=0x7301cc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-8595428026240572184?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8595428026240572184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8595428026240572184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/8595428026240572184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-6062418942691146738</id><published>2009-09-29T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:51:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natosha's Glog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQyNTM4NDMyOTEmcHQ9MTI1NDI1Mzg*OTU*MCZwPTIyMTYzMSZkPSZnPTImbz*4Y2RkOTQ5YzdlZTY*ZWQ1OGU4NDQ*MjRjMTI4OTI2YyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.glogster.com/flash/flash_loader.swf?ver=1253611083" flashvars="sl=http://www.glogster.com/flash/glog.swf?ver=1253611083&amp;amp;gi=3297623&amp;amp;ui=1312303&amp;amp;li=3&amp;amp;fu=http://www.glogster.com/flash/&amp;amp;su=http://www.glogster.com/connector/&amp;amp;fn=http://www.glogster.com/fonty/&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;pu=http://www.glogster.com/blog-thumbs/2/3/29/76/3297623_2.jpg&amp;amp;si=x&amp;amp;gw=3,8,0&amp;amp;gh=5,1,4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowscriptacces="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" height="514" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-6062418942691146738?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6062418942691146738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/natoshas-glog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6062418942691146738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/6062418942691146738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/natoshas-glog.html' title='Natosha&apos;s Glog'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-3758674378353202996</id><published>2009-09-28T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:12:08.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penelope the wanna be</title><content type='html'> PENELOPE THE WANNABE  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Once upon a time there was a girl named Penelope. She was a step sister to two other girls that were never nice. She was always waiting to have a chance to prove that she was better then everyone said she was. Everyone said she was always a mean person and never wanted to help anyone and always pushed people away that needed her help. Well…. She is nothing like that. She is a kind and generous person that helps anyone that she can. Her step sister’s names are Kaitlyn and Sarah. Sarah was the youngest one and Kaitlyn was the oldest. Sarah was a little nicer than Kaitlyn but you really couldn’t tell.                                                                                                 But they never let poor little Penelope do anything. They would make her do all the chores. When she wanted to go somewhere with her friends, they would always keep her home and have her do their chores. They would always keep her locked up in her room when boys came to the house to visit her. Her step sisters would always keep the boys in the living room and talk them into liking them instead of Penelope.                                                                     There were only two guys that would never like Penelope’s step sisters. Their names were Matt and Jessey. Matt has known Penelope almost his whole life and Jessey just knows how hard her life is at home and likes her for the person she is. Penelope likes both of these guys too. Penelope, her step sisters, and the boys are all seniors in high school and can’t wait to graduate. But before they graduate there must be a dance and everyone in the school shall pick a homecoming king and queen. Well, when the dance came along her step sisters went and bought brand new dresses. The dresses were beautiful. They made Kaitlyn and Sarah look like they were princesses. The dresses had lace all over and had puffy sleeves and silk gloves. Sarah’s was green. Kaitlyn’s dress was pink. She asked if she could go. They said no. They said she had to stay there and clean their rooms and scrub the floors. They gave her a list of chores that was a mile long.                                               When the limo came to pick them up and take them to the dance, they jumped in and were gone that quick. Penelope sat scrubbing the floor crying.                    Then all of a sudden, there was a noise at her window. It was Matt and Jessey! They had come to take her to the dance. She was telling them about the list of chores and how she could not go to the dance because of her step sisters. They said they knew about the chores. They would have her back at her house before midnight. (That is when the danced ended.) Matt and Jessey finally got her to go.                                                                             “But I don’t have anything to wear except these old dirty rags.” replied Penelope.                                                                                                      Jessey’s mom and dad had recently bought this big box of costumes. He had brought her a beautiful dress. It looked even better then her step sisters’ dresses. She looked at it and gasped.                                                               “How did you get this?” she asked.                                                                     “My mom and dad got these costumes. I brought it for you to wear to the dance. So get out of those rags and change into this”.                                                           She ran into the bathroom and got the dress on. She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. The boys just stared.                                                                      “Do you think it is too much?” she asked.                                                         “No” they both said at once.                                                                        “Here.” Jessey said “I brought you a mask also so no one can recognize you.”                                                                                                                “OK” she said. The mask was also beautiful.                                                 “Well, are we ready?” Matt asked.                                                              “Yes” they said.                                                                                              So they all climbed into the car and went off for the dance. They got to the dance. The boys helped Penelope out of the car. The boys walked down the stairs to the dance floor. Once they got to the bottom of the floor they looked around. Everyone was staring at something. They turned around and noticed it was Penelope. She slowly started walking down the stairs.  Matt helped her onto the floor.                                                                                            “May I have this dance?” asked Jessey.                                                         “Yes you may.” Penelope said.                                                                                So they danced. They waited until the song was over. Then they got some punch out of the punch bowl to drink. Penelope realized that this was as much fun as she has had since her father died. Then Penelope’s step sisters stared at her.                                                                                                     They started whispering to each other. “She looks familiar.”                                                                            They said Penelope realized that a lot of people were looking at her. She didn’t realize that in that crowd that her two step sisters Kaitlyn and Sarah were staring at her. Then what happened to Penelope next would amaze her. The most wanted and cutest boy in 12th grade asked her to dance. The cutest boys name was Jon.                                                                                 “Really you want to dance with me?” she asked.                                          “Yes” he said.                                                                                              “Okay” she said.                                                                                               She was so excited. They danced and then all of a sudden she heard the clock chime.                                                                                                         “OH NO!” she said. She ran and grabbed Matt and Jessey. They ran up the stairs. Jon come shouting behind her.                                                                          “Come back!” he yelled. “What is your name?” He shouted 2 or 3 times.                                                           But yet, she ran and hoped to get home in time to make sure her step sisters and step mother wouldn’t realize she had left. Under all of this chaos, she had dropped her necklace. Her necklace had her initials on it. Her initials were P.R.O. Her initials stood for Penelope Rose Osmond. Her father had made this for her 10th birthday.  She has had it ever since. Jon found the necklace on the stairs. He looked at it and noticed that those letters were engraved into it. Well, she got back to her house and made it back just in time to find her step mother and her step sisters just driving down the street. She had time to get out of the dress and back into her other clothes before they got out of the car and into the house. Matt and Jessey left just in time also. Her step sisters asked her what she had been doing this whole time. She told them she had been doing the chores on the list and scrubbing the floors.                                    They said, “We thought we saw you at the dance?”  “Nope, I have been here or I wouldn’t have gotten all the chores done if I would have gone to the dance.” Penelope replied.                                                                               “Well, we are going to bed and getting our towels ready for in the morning when we take our showers!” they yelled as they went up stairs to bed.                                Penelope slept in the basement as much as she wanted her bedroom back but her step sisters were sleeping in there now. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning they woke up, took their showers, and they were off to school. When they got there, they realized that there were flyers and banners everywhere. “What is all of this?” complained the step sisters.                             “This is to help me find my soul mate that I danced with at the dance and all of a sudden she ran off.” said Jon. When Penelope heard this news, she was so excited. But she thought that if Jon found out that it was her, he would drop all of the soul mate talk and say never mind. So she was scared to tell him who he danced with at the dance. Well, as you might as well know the step sisters were so excited they ran to try to tell Jon that it was them. They met him in the lunch room tables.                                                                           “I am the one” Sarah said.                                                                                  “Oh really” asked Jon. “If you the one then I have a question to ask you. The girl I was dancing with at the dance with dropped something, what was it?” he asked them.                                                                                                      “Easy” they said. “It was a cell phone.”                                                            “No,” he replied.                                                                                                     “A bandana?”                                                                                                     “No”                                                                                                                       “A wrist watch?”                                                                                                         “No, How about you girls go on. I need to find my true love that loves music as much as I do” He exclaimed. He looked at Penelope “Haven’t seen you around here to much, are you new?” He asked.                                                     “No” she said. Then when she turned around, the boy saw something in her backpack.                                                                                                         “Hey” he yelled at Penelope. “Come back.”                                                              She remembered like it was last night. “Huh” she said. “That mask in your backpack it was the one that the girl I danced with was wearing,” he told her.                            She sat down with him and told him the story about everything that has happened and the reason she had to leave the dance early.                                                        “Oh my goodness it sounds like you are worked like a slave.” He said.                                                          “Yep” she said “Ever since my dad died.”                                                           “I am sorry said Jon.                                                                                                “It’s okay” she said. “I thought that you would be disappointed when you found out it was me who you danced with at the dance” she told him.                                        “No” he said. “Why would you think that?” he asked.                                            “I am not a popular girl and I don’t have a whole lot of money.” She replied to him.                                                                                                                         “That doesn’t matter. What matters is what is in the inside” he said. So they began dating and they graduated together. And they lived happily ever after. What happened to her step sisters, well, let’s just say they don’t like the place they are working to earn daily allowance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natosha Slaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-3758674378353202996?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3758674378353202996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/penelope-wanna-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3758674378353202996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/3758674378353202996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/penelope-wanna-be.html' title='Penelope the wanna be'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-5652961978032140053</id><published>2009-09-16T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:02:33.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Use  Voicethread</title><content type='html'>We use can use voicethread in class as to demonstrate our experiments from different classes and to make them more interesting. We can do this by taking a picture of our project and then puttin gon our computers and downloading them to voicethread. When we get them to voicethread we can draw on it to show where we have specific parts of our project that we want to share or talk about. This is helpful by when we are talking we can show them what we are talking about and they wont get lost or confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-5652961978032140053?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5652961978032140053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-use-voicethread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5652961978032140053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/5652961978032140053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-use-voicethread.html' title='How To Use  Voicethread'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-7847816419979400798</id><published>2009-09-16T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:46:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to do a vocaroo voice recording</title><content type='html'>If you want to know how to make a vocaroo you have came to the right place. First you need to go to vocaroo.com. You need a set of headphones that have a microphone to speak into, make sure that your headphones are plugged into the right holes on the back of your computer. Then you need to press the "record" button on the vocaroo page. Say what you want to say into the microphone and press the stop recording button. Then press "listen" and see if you want to keep your voice recording if you don't like it then record another one. Until the recording comes to your satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-7847816419979400798?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/7847816419979400798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-do-vocaroo-voice-recording.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/7847816419979400798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/7847816419979400798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-do-vocaroo-voice-recording.html' title='How to do a vocaroo voice recording'/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-4314095045241378916</id><published>2009-09-15T15:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:06:23.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTMwNDU4MDYxMDkmcHQ9MTI1MzA*NTgwODU2MiZwPTIwNjQyMSZkPWI2MTMxNzMmZz*yJm89NjI*ODlmNWJhNjM2NGVmNDhhN2I*YTQzMDc5MTk3ODkmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://voicethread.com/book.swf?b=613173"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://voicethread.com/book.swf?b=613173" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/369346173208666644-4314095045241378916?l=natsblogsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4314095045241378916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4314095045241378916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/369346173208666644/posts/default/4314095045241378916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsblogsite.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>N@T0$H@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14151185864327349906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SsNz4ih02HI/AAAAAAAAABA/XCAbouciEug/S220/Natosha+in+retro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369346173208666644.post-8161458312198069854</id><published>2009-09-11T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:52:17.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVZ0jG3lwuo/SqqqYrM3UqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rblV0bhCmM4/s1600-h/Natosha+in+retro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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