<?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-5145837</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:31:40.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stories by robin johnson</title><subtitle type='html'>My website is about fish, and other funny things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-111093720536173824</id><published>2005-03-15T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:41:16.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamster club by Robin JohnsonIsabelle and Robin just got a hamster named reeses. She is so cute. She is one month old, and this is the story of how she got it. Isabelle &amp; robin/me, went to the pet store on Monday the day we weren’t in school because of parent conference day. When we ran into the store, we looked to the counter, and saw a dog with one eye, and asked the store person to help us, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/111093720536173824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/111093720536173824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111093720536173824' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-111032559755564165</id><published>2005-03-08T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:46:37.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once I got locked out of my friend’s house. She has a dog named velvet. Sometimes she goes out of controle. She bit me once, so I was afraid of her. Lets get back to the point.So I got locked out. There’s a code and its – well I can’t tell you. Because its illegal to tell somebody’s housecode. I know its now so its not scary. But when this story took place I didn’t know it. So I was getting fake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/111032559755564165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/111032559755564165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111032559755564165' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-110782727652030628</id><published>2005-02-07T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:46:12.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the worst day ever. For me at least. I had the most homework I have ever had. Just because I didn't have enough time to do my homework over the weekend. I will tell you my first part of the horrible horrible day. Well, I went to my sisters house, to see her and her new boyfriend that she's gonna marry, and their new dog named juliette. Sometimes they call her Jewels, and the other one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110782727652030628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110782727652030628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110782727652030628' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-110304078984832349</id><published>2004-12-14T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:13:09.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110304078984832349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110304078984832349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110304078984832349' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-110073303782148214</id><published>2004-11-17T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:10:37.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's homework assignment:Once upon a time there was a cat. Her name was Mara. She loved dogs but did not like other cats there are 39 cats in her neighborhood. They all had rich owners but Mara had a poor owner. She had a rag to sleep on and had to hunt for food. She ate mice for dinner one night. When she was done eating her catch, she ran into the forest to get a drink. When she got home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110073303782148214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110073303782148214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110073303782148214' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-110055585308814427</id><published>2004-11-15T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:57:08.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Im back!!!!Sorry I did not write but Im making a news paper with Charlotte my best friend.Here is a funny pictureHave you ever seen a cat love a dog as much as this dog loves a cat? Well, this is one unusual picture. I've never seen this happen, and I bet YOU'VE never seen this happen. So. Lets do a story. Once upon a time, there was a cat, and there was a dog. And they LOVED kids and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110055585308814427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/110055585308814427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110055585308814427' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107988682538801708</id><published>2004-03-21T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:58:10.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi I am back. Sorry about that boring story I just said, about the stupid puppet with red clothes. Now, here's a story about what I did in Vail. I went to Vail, and I saw my friends Jesse and Ethan. So, me and Jesse and Nathan went for dinner - but just a couple hours before dinner, i met someone that i had never met - i had never seen in hmmmmmm, let me think how many year s- i think if i am 8,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107988682538801708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107988682538801708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107988682538801708' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107988646947887913</id><published>2004-03-21T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T11:31:08.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went to Vail. And I raced against my ski school class for a race. And I came in first. It took me 18 seconds to get down the mountain. While I am writing this, I am playing with a puppet, who is now dancing. And he is dancing. And now he is waving. Whats that mean? It means goodbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107988646947887913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107988646947887913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107988646947887913' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107715370286127017</id><published>2004-02-18T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:58:32.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to have fun on Valentines Day1. Pin the Heart on the Love Bird. How to play, Pin the Heart On the Love Bird: first you draw a bird that has pink feathers. Then, you draw a heart. And you try to pin the heart on the picture of a Love Bird .If it is right on the chest, then YOU WIN!2. How to make miniature cakes. First you bake a batch of cupcakes. Then, you cut off the top of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107715370286127017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107715370286127017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107715370286127017' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107715315033265406</id><published>2004-02-18T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:58:35.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I went bungee jumping.It was fun. You got harnessed onto a harness, and then they put these really big rubber bands attached to the harness on it. And you can do all kinds of flips. And you jump really high if you want to, and you jump off a trampoline.When I was bungee jumping, I was in Aspen. In picture 1, I am preparing with the bungee harness.IN picture 2, I am half way flipped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107715315033265406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107715315033265406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107715315033265406' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107335026881706370</id><published>2004-01-05T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:52:47.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monkey’s that Manufacture Marshmallows in Michigan MarshesOnce upon a time there were four monkeys. And they all went to town. When they got to town, they saw this marshy puddle right at the end of the forest. So, they looked even harder, and they saw big trees, so high that they thought if they climb there, they could see everything. So they started swinging through trees and trees and trees. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107335026881706370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107335026881706370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107335026881706370' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107325055959665354</id><published>2004-01-04T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T16:10:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi. I am back. Toy StoresThe American Girl Place: An American Girl is a very detailed doll. They come in all different colored skin, and they have different ages. Some are regular American dolls, and some are African American. Some are Indian, and they have horses. There’s many many many many clothes and shoes and accessories for the American Girl. So far I have 7 different pairs of shoes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107325055959665354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107325055959665354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107325055959665354' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-107136711007937460</id><published>2003-12-13T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:59:38.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHRISTMAS TIME!!Chapter One: Christmas List.One day there was a girl, and she was so excited for Christmas time. So she made Santa Clause, a list. What it said was: Dear Santa, I have a couple requests for you to give me for Christmas. Please give me American Girl Clothes, and maybe some bead sets. Otherwise I don’t really care what you give me. I just want a new toy.From, Jewel.Chapter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107136711007937460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/107136711007937460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107136711007937460' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106832028501744540</id><published>2003-11-08T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T14:38:26.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106832028501744540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106832028501744540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106832028501744540' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106799401924048487</id><published>2003-11-04T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T14:27:37.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When My Mom Ran Away From Preschool. My mom went to a preschool that she did not like. She also loved to go outside. This is fiction. Well, its like part true. She figured out that if she swung really high on the swing, that she could swing over the fence, and run away from preschool. So one day she tried. She was swinging and swinging and swinging. Then -  She did it. She went over the fence, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106799401924048487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106799401924048487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799401924048487' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106617703113759841</id><published>2003-10-14T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:17:11.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I Was At School. I was at school and I was a little bit scared at the beginning. There was 19 kids in the beginning. Including me. So I figured out that I could play with pattern blocks, and when I started my pattern blocks, I saw my friend Charlotte! She shaked the table, and what I was making fell down. Arteme was there also. Sophia. Also I saw my friend Isabelle, and Mishka – (who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617703113759841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617703113759841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617703113759841' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106617736274579803</id><published>2003-10-13T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:22:42.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more thing. I lost my blanket!!!!!!!!!! Not lost! Someone stole it! There was also dried flowers and bracelets in the bag. They were two old ladies and they were screaming on the train, so that no one would notice that they were stealing. They stole our bag, and then went off to go home. Think of what they thought when they saw my raggedy old blanket in a fancy clothes bag. Think of it, think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617736274579803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617736274579803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617736274579803' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106617616312478800</id><published>2003-10-12T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:23:35.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Readers - I have been back for a month and a half now. I am in the 2nd grade. My teacher's name is Kerry. I was out in East Hampton this weekend, but that is the last time I will be there this month. ( but I am not sure) Here is something I wrote this summer. Its short, but long.The story of when I was little.When I was little my mom and my dad loved me. and they always will. When I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617616312478800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106617616312478800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617616312478800' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-106011817788187680</id><published>2003-08-05T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:17:11.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention Readers:  Robin Johnson is on her summer vacation in East Hampton. We chat over the phone from time to time, and she would like everyone to know that she has been writing stories that we will start posting again in September.  She would also like you to know that she has since purchased a pet turtle named Ella. Please be patient until Robin returns. Robin will post an update on my site </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106011817788187680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/106011817788187680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106011817788187680' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-95527929</id><published>2003-06-10T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T20:23:00.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garbage bagsSome garbage bags are black. Some garbage are white. Some garbage bags are clear. But there is one thing that’s similar to every one. GARBAGE! Sticky old garbage!!!!I hate garbage bags. Everyone takes them to the dump. Everyone throws it, and they never use it again. Now, lets talk about what kind of things are in the garbage. This is starting to get nasty. Erase that. We’re just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95527929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95527929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95527929' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-95307140</id><published>2003-06-04T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T20:26:10.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All food. A list of foods that is so long you can hardly even read it.The list: Apples apricots bananas dry apricot oranges – that are very very tasty, pomegranates. I love pomegranates, pomegranates are the best. That’s my opinion. Grilled cheese,Cheese tomatoes. Please write down this thing on a piece of paper and write your own one. Try to copy this title but list different foods, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95307140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95307140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95307140' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-95306318</id><published>2003-06-04T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:59:14.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95306318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/95306318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95306318' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-93822440</id><published>2003-05-05T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T17:08:18.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I am drinking a drink I’ve never tasted. It’s called Lemon Lime tea. But it is not hot. But but but but. It is soooo not hot. It is just so so so so so cold. The coldness almost froze my mouth. And now, I would like to tell you this fairytale.  It is called:The Little Girl and The Dog. The little girl was walking down the road, and she saw a  dog. It was a little dog. A very very little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93822440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93822440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93822440' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-93428891</id><published>2003-04-28T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T19:02:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day i fell over in a chair and hurt my foot and the under of my arms. And now I am sitting on Anise's lap, telling this story to you. Once upon a time there was a little tiny teeny girl, and her name Anna. And she had a puppy, named diamond. She was the best puppy that she ever knew about, because she found it in the woods. The puppy was stuck in a pile of mud. the skunks were in a circle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93428891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93428891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93428891' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-93007012</id><published>2003-04-21T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T18:11:31.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BAHAMAS!!!!!It is great! To stay in. I love going to the Bahamas because it is so beautiful. I even found  a snail named Speedy. I named it Speedy and Anise said “why did you name it speedy?” I said, “I don’t know I just thought it was fast, for a little snail this size.” I might get even more snails when I give all of my fish away. When I came back, I was sooooo tired, because there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93007012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/93007012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93007012' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-92611192</id><published>2003-04-14T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T18:43:44.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont have anything. To say today. I'll write maybe another day. Esina will write with me another day. I love Esina. Esina is my favorite friend to play with beacause she is a friend like no other. Chapter 2: JennaJenna is my favorite friend because she is young like me. she is eight years old. she has a little brother named spencer and a little sister named audrey. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92611192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92611192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92611192' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-92065860</id><published>2003-04-05T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T20:44:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let’s talk about Indians now. The Flathead Indians – they would take two boards, and push it against their baby’s heads to make it flat. So flat, that when they grow up, it’s still flat. It’s sort of like a hill. The Blackfeet Indians are mean to all the Indians. They steal horses, they steal crops, they steal buffalo, and they steal all these different things - like beads and feathers (for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92065860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92065860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92065860' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-92065234</id><published>2003-04-05T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T20:24:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I didn’t do anything but eat. I ate yogurt, strawberries, banana, applesauce, eggs – twice, some bacon, a little piece of cookie, some salad, and a salad sandwich. Some things I couldn’t have because of my retainer. I ate 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 things so far. I am going to have the rest of my cookie for desert, after I have my dinner. For dinner I had pasta, and oatmeal. I am still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92065234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92065234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92065234' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-92063684</id><published>2003-04-05T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T19:43:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I went to the orthodontist after school. I got a retainer. It was uncomfortable at first. It was to stop me from sucking my thumb. I wish I could have gone to the pet store to see all the fish, but my Dad said “NO!”  I was upset. The end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92063684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/92063684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92063684' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-91949321</id><published>2003-04-03T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T20:22:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to St. Barth's for spring vacation. I had to go on three planes to get there. I went on two big ones, one small one and then I got to st. Barths. I went snorkeling in the bay. There a fish so long that I couldnt even believe it. It was spotted all over. When I went to this other beach, I saw only one fish in the whole entire ocean. There was a dog sign that said "you cannot bring any dogs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/91949321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/91949321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91949321' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-90968401</id><published>2003-03-18T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T22:59:33.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week I have been sick with a 102 degrees temperature. i was allowed to watch TV all day. My dad got me candy and ice cream. Then Anise came over and we watched TV together. My fish tank is dirty. China, my goldfish is getting bigger. One night I had an ear ache that hurt so bad I could not sleep. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/90968401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/90968401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90968401' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145837.post-90425811</id><published>2003-03-09T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T20:38:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day me and Anise went to the pet store with my Dad. And we got two fish. We named one marble and one Angel. Then a few days later, Marble died, and Anise told me after chess on Thursday. I was so sad, i started crying in Anise's lap, because Marble was my favorite fish. There is no other fish like that in that tank of fish. 2 days later, we got more fish - a Telescope fish, a Chinese fighting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/90425811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5145837/posts/default/90425811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robin7.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90425811' title=''/><author><name>robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459291337971422812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3180911-md.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
