<?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-10266407</id><updated>2011-11-30T09:13:26.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expresso</title><subtitle type='html'>Expressing yourself is a daily routine!
Don't forget to do it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-984340502977374854</id><published>2008-02-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:08:08.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Forgotten?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday was my 13th birthday! I got a new computer and some nail polish, A purse,! And I had $100 to spend or save! I got my nails done for my birthday! The background color of them is the color of the lettering! Then in black they say: I love you."Anyway that's not the real reason I wanted to wright! The real reason is my boyfriend never called yesterday to wish me a happy birthday! So if he calls today what am I to do? And if he tells me Happy Birthday today I'm going to be like "Today isn't my birthday, O wait is that your other girlfriend?" So anyway life is okay I guess!! My ferret , Trish, says "HI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I gotta go clean my room! Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And my birthday is never to be forgotten AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-984340502977374854?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/984340502977374854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=984340502977374854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/984340502977374854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/984340502977374854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-forgotten.html' title='Birthday Forgotten?'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-2292878463305487911</id><published>2008-01-24T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:08:15.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Church Night Has Got Me Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday Sapulpa gets the day off! So Tuesday comes around and u know school is school!  And don't me wrong I love school!  I mean after all my dream college that I'm going to work so hard to get into is Harvard! I don't know why but that college interest me soooooo much. Anyway Tuesday I was in Geography and we were getting ready for a quiz on something!!!  I can't remember!!  Whoops...  That class doesn't really keep u awake but I love History so I try to listen and make things interesting!!  But it just wasn't working today and I don't know why but I just couldn't focus. I wasn't texting because I have my phone off at school.  Because dad said:"The first time that phone is a problem say good-bye to the phone!"  So I focus in classes and I make perfect grades.. But today I was thrown off something just didn't feel right.. But what? That's even a mystery to me! So Wednesday rolls around and one of my best friends rides home with me almost every Wednesday!  And we go to Church together and then after that we go to my dance class!  Which by the way my dance studios and my class have a competition coming up!! I'm so excited!! And I also have a Choir concert but it's not just another choir concert it's for the District Trophy!!! Anyway Zoey and I are on our way to Church and were happy walk in and get us some Hot Coco! David Kiefer starts his lesson on Jesus and God! And he starts talking towards the end of class about Jesus. And he says:"If Jesus walked in and you were watching a movie what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn the volume down or would Jesus approve of it?&lt;br /&gt;If you were listening to music would you mute it or would Jesus approve of it?&lt;br /&gt;And it got me thinking all day today! If I did this right now what would God or Jesus say about it?&lt;br /&gt;What would I do would I turn it down or would I turn it off or would I say hey God or hey Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;All day I couldn't get that off of my mind.... It made me think about the kind of person I am and will be.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good kid or am I the type of person who walks around and puts people down?&lt;br /&gt;Well there's this kid at our school named Jason Hyman! And man he is a neat kid but, everyone makes fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see him I makes sure I stick up for him. And I ask him how his day is and how he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he feels he come to me and talk to me about anything in the world cause I told him last year;"I will,as long as I know you and see you around school, I'll always be here for you."&lt;br /&gt;And David also talked about do you want to stick out?&lt;br /&gt;He asked everyone and you know the sad thing is only me and 1 other girl said yes.&lt;br /&gt;And David asked us how did we what to stand out in a good way or a bad way?&lt;br /&gt;I said a good way! I wanna be known as the girl who's a Christian and I don't want to be labeled!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what people think because only I know me and how I am. And no one can take that from me at all.&lt;br /&gt;And here recently I got in trouble for having a Myspace and I lied to my dad about it. And I feel so bad because the picture of me that was on there. And then he found it and in a weird way I'm glad he did. I just wanna be the girl that he family can trust and I wanna ask God to forgive me for lying and the picture.&lt;br /&gt;And I want my dad to ask my dad to forgive me and I want to start new with a clean slate like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry that I was the person to do that but now I'm ready to be...be....just to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label me what you want and I am the only person who knows me!&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks and stones may brake my bones but,words will never hurts me"&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-2292878463305487911?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2292878463305487911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=2292878463305487911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/2292878463305487911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/2292878463305487911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesday-church-night-has-got-me.html' title='Wednesday Church Night Has Got Me Thinking'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-117591104028853786</id><published>2007-04-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily,Zoey,and Britany!</title><content type='html'>So,I just get home from school and I get a phonecall from Emily's sister Amber. So, I answer it. Apparently Emily,Zoey,and Britany told Emily's sister I called Emily the b-word. So I go to school today Friday and say "I didn't call you jack-crap." And she answers back with a quick "Yes you did, Zoey didn't she call me that?" Zoey replied with a Yes!!! Today(Friday) I had about 14 peeps come up and ask me about this arguement. Now, Emily and Zoey were my bffl's but now they are considered an opponent. Now, my Best friend Sara hangs out with them and it bugs me to death. Well keep it gangsta,PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-117591104028853786?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/117591104028853786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=117591104028853786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/117591104028853786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/117591104028853786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2007/04/emilyzoeyand-britany.html' title='Emily,Zoey,and Britany!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-116682525398158016</id><published>2006-12-22T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:26:50.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails!</title><content type='html'>Okay,this is not the type of nails that you hammer with! I just got back from getting my nails done. My dad took me to 2000 Nails,that's where I get my nails done,well he dropped me off so he could finish some X-mas shopping I guess! Well, my nails are black with a white playboy bunny!I Love them soo much! THANK YOU DAD! a.k.a Brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-116682525398158016?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/116682525398158016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=116682525398158016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/116682525398158016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/116682525398158016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2006/12/nails.html' title='Nails!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-115327785163061961</id><published>2006-07-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:57:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Depression</title><content type='html'>Okay,I would like to know about the Great Depression.  I know it an 11 year old girl shouldn't be into history.  I know it's probably what most of you are thinking...  Well,I am!!!!  My dad has tought me well.  Yes,it is none other that the "The Real Slim Shady!"  (A.K.A Brian  Stone)That's what he calls himself.  Anyways we're getting off the subject.  Did you go through The Great Depression?  If you did or knew someone who has please give me some info.  I'm going to try to do a report.  Not 'cause I want,but because it sounds fun but hard.  Keep it gangsta!  PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-115327785163061961?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115327785163061961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=115327785163061961' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115327785163061961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115327785163061961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-depression.html' title='The Great Depression'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-115102660536957549</id><published>2006-06-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:30:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bling Bling</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you peeps out there but I'm a &lt;em&gt;daddy's girl&lt;/em&gt;!!!! Well,my dad pretty much spoils me..... Hey,who can say I'm not special.(lol) Anyways......ohhh yeah!!! My daddy bought me a heart shaped necklace. It's my Bling Bling!!!!Thanks Dad!!!!!&lt;(^-^)&gt;See I'm happy!!!!!!!!!! Keep it gangsta,Peace. Comment please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-115102660536957549?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115102660536957549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=115102660536957549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115102660536957549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115102660536957549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-bling-bling.html' title='My Bling Bling'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-115085892072207557</id><published>2006-06-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:02:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Your Making Me Mad!!!!No seriously</title><content type='html'>Ok,today  started  like  any  other  day  you  wake, eat, sleep.  So,I was playin' with my baby cousin &lt;em&gt;Daniel &lt;/em&gt;and my grandma says"Aubree,I need to talk to you."  And, when someone says that its normally bad,right?  Well,in my case yesssssssss very very very very bad....  You know my life long buddy &lt;em&gt;Wendy&lt;/em&gt;?  She made me give her to my uncle.  I was fine with it but you gotta give me a warning a few weeks ahead.....  You never do that,just throw something at someones face.  Huh??  So ya know your ganna cry but,I couldn't 'cause my grandma told me to shutup and straightin up......  When she said that it was onlike "Donkey Kong," Grandma if you read this its all true your not my favorite right now.  (Its only the truth and the truth never lies)!! Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.  Don't mess wit &lt;em&gt;Aubree.&lt;/em&gt;  Keep it Gangsta!!!  Peace.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-115085892072207557?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115085892072207557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=115085892072207557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115085892072207557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/115085892072207557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/grandma-your-making-me-madno-seriously.html' title='Grandma Your Making Me Mad!!!!No seriously'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-114506790068188267</id><published>2006-04-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:35:45.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Ya I should be writingdaily!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I bet all yall out there write almost every day......Well,I don't it's like ounce every 2 months.Boy, do I got alot to say!!Today at school my (so called friends Emily+Alyssa)ditched me.....And that's not the worst part&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;people keep calling me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;......I get tired of it real soon!So,many people get in trouble by my teacher for calling me little.....I  may be little&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;but dog gonnit I'm hot!!!!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss.......Emily and alyssa said I was being rude.Whatever!!!They've been rude too me all year. I picked the wrong people to hang out with I guess.Some day I'll find better friends.The ones who won't decive me.(I don't know if I spelled decive right). Middle school is com'in any advice?Huh?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-114506790068188267?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114506790068188267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=114506790068188267' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/114506790068188267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/114506790068188267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2006/04/ya-ya-i-should-be-writingdaily.html' title='Ya Ya I should be writingdaily!!!!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-113184805651885603</id><published>2005-11-12T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:14:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When someone calls aren't they soppose to talk to you?</title><content type='html'>My friends called and would be talking to each other but not me.  Isn't a phone made for talking?  I don't know I'm confused.  Well that's what I think.  When somone calls you they call you to tlak right?  That's my reason,I won't call my friends if I have a friend over.  It's just not right.  That's my case so I rust it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-113184805651885603?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/113184805651885603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=113184805651885603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/113184805651885603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/113184805651885603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-someone-calls-arent-they-soppose.html' title='When someone calls aren&apos;t they soppose to talk to you?'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-112991497718966515</id><published>2005-10-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:16:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''Jenny'' the frog!</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I've been gone so long.  I have come back to tell you about Jenny.  You may have heard about my creation of fluff! ( lol) Now you will get the 100% scoop.  I'll let her &lt;em&gt;tell you her self.  Hi, my name is Jenny Stone I'm  Aubree  Stone's creation.  I'll never forget how much Jenny was.  I'll never let her get hurt in any way shape or form.  I won't let Wendy get hurt either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-112991497718966515?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/112991497718966515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=112991497718966515' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/112991497718966515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/112991497718966515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/10/jenny-frog.html' title='&apos;&apos;Jenny&apos;&apos; the frog!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-112101370285445680</id><published>2005-07-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T09:41:42.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why doesn't this hat fit wendy!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I went out-side to see my dog(wendy).  I went out there and took a dog hat that my friend gave me.  So, we tried and tried to get that hat on, and then we realized that her head was to big.  I was holding it in my hand then Wendy licked it.  Then, we tried much more so our conclution was the hat doesn't fit!!!  Any idaes, please coment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-112101370285445680?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/112101370285445680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=112101370285445680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/112101370285445680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/112101370285445680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-doesnt-this-hat-fit-wendy.html' title='Why doesn&apos;t this hat fit wendy!!!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-111300261367130744</id><published>2005-04-08T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:23:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Feuds</title><content type='html'>I was in P.E. my class was playing Basketball Relays. I didn't like some of my team mates. So,my class was linning up,and this girl called me a snob. All I said was I can and will be one. Later,in the class they were covering their mouth talking about my friends and I. That hole day that continued!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-111300261367130744?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/111300261367130744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=111300261367130744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/111300261367130744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/111300261367130744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/04/girl-feuds.html' title='Girl Feuds'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110981804462043551</id><published>2005-03-02T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:47:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blody Chicken Is The Word</title><content type='html'>Is bloody chicken enough when you have to scream?  I don't think so.  Today I cut my index finger,along with my thumb.  I cut it pretty deep.  Thank the Lord God it was my.....Left hand.  It hurts,because I can't do anything with it.  It suck, while it hurts.  Why do I  fabulous  get such  bad cut(s) ?  It happened with a scooter,so you can think I now hate scooters.  The brake on the scooter sucked in my two fingers.  They got jammed it was a fight.    I ran into my grand-parent's house screaming!  My grandma jumped out of the chair and strolled in there.  So fast before you could say "Chicken" she was there.  I was sweating I could have passed out, see alittle bit of blood is one thing a lot is another.  Where is a barf bag when you need one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110981804462043551?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110981804462043551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110981804462043551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110981804462043551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110981804462043551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/03/blody-chicken-is-word.html' title='Blody Chicken Is The Word'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110799912549414371</id><published>2005-02-09T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:46:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick On My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I was having my birthday on Saturday. It started out normal, but I started to feel dizzy. So,I asked my friend to get me an ice-pack. I would sleep with it on my head!!! Every time I woke up I felt fine, but my head-ache would com back. (It hurt) I really had a tempature, when I got my tempature I flipped out.My tempature was 101.6,it sucked. That's how my birthday was ruined!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110799912549414371?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110799912549414371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110799912549414371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110799912549414371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110799912549414371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick-on-my-birthday.html' title='Sick On My Birthday!'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110730942583782704</id><published>2005-02-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:57:05.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party</title><content type='html'>Here is what I need to spoil me! Bratz,Care Bears, Nelly,Usher, Beyounce. I can't wait! But I must,I annoy my dad!I like to party &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;! I like to party at places you normally go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110730942583782704?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110730942583782704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110730942583782704' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110730942583782704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110730942583782704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110670470037011968</id><published>2005-01-25T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:58:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety doesn't always come in numbers</title><content type='html'>Do you know the old saying, safety comes in numbers? Well it doesn't! At school my friend and I got cornered to a fence. Amber came up with her posse. I think she is afraid to stick up to me alone! My friend and I got called names like : retard, stupid, dumb, and so on. In class they were giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110670470037011968?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110670470037011968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110670470037011968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110670470037011968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110670470037011968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/safety-doesnt-always-come-in-numbers.html' title='Safety doesn&apos;t always come in numbers'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110652125109890253</id><published>2005-01-23T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:00:51.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lost cat</title><content type='html'>I lost my other best friend,she was a cat named Flip. She slid out of the house and hasn't been found. My mom has put up fliers around the town. Someone said "They had saw Flip up around a water tower. How many of you have lost a pet? I can't do anything. I hope they can find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110652125109890253?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110652125109890253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110652125109890253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110652125109890253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110652125109890253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-lost-cat.html' title='My lost cat'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110627313972475029</id><published>2005-01-20T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:07:30.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>I have these girls at school that act like their my friends. They spread rumors about me and my friend. I hate it,they just sit there and act like my friend. Then,when one of the nice one leaves they start to be mean. How many of you had a bully pick on you? The teacher handles it but,it just starts back up. Soon it starts up again,then you get mad and use words that hurt other people. Instead of them getting in trouble you do. How many of you have had the teacher take it out on you? The next day they sit in their spot and make fun or you! You do it back the teacher catches you but not her. It's so annoying!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110627313972475029?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110627313972475029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110627313972475029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110627313972475029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110627313972475029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266407.post-110618195412554068</id><published>2005-01-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T16:45:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog</title><content type='html'>My dog &lt;em&gt;Wendy&lt;/em&gt;! I got &lt;em&gt;Wendy&lt;/em&gt; last year, and she has been the one and only dog I've had.&lt;em&gt; She is a terrific dog. She enjoys other people around, but she barely lets someone near me that she doesn't know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wendy&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;just turned three! She loves to play fetch.  I go out to feed her and she brings a ball to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! She is so weird.  How many of you have lost a dog or a puppy?  Well I have,  and it is just horrible. How did you feel about losing your puppy or dog? I'm sure wasn't at all. Wendy is the cutest thing ever to live. I mean,  come on! Her most favorite thing to do is &lt;strong&gt;lick&lt;/strong&gt;! Tune in next time, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266407-110618195412554068?l=myexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110618195412554068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266407&amp;postID=110618195412554068' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110618195412554068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266407/posts/default/110618195412554068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexpresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-dog.html' title='My Dog'/><author><name>Aubree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971064621178664700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
