<?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-7270507726846202252</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:19.297-08:00</updated><category term='a'/><category term='Roots'/><title type='text'>nadda mike</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7159897000497078308</id><published>2010-02-19T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:45:28.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/S38FNeSlphI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JwIxHz-PnMg/s1600-h/my+pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440072603914315282" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/S38FLlam0dI/AAAAAAAAABg/M0oCzcP-4pQ/s320/my+pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/S38FLOHnfzI/AAAAAAAAABY/pcwU9MjQrRU/s1600-h/my+pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440072565213593394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/S38FLOHnfzI/AAAAAAAAABY/pcwU9MjQrRU/s320/my+pics+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7159897000497078308?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7159897000497078308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7159897000497078308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7159897000497078308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7159897000497078308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/S38FNeSlphI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JwIxHz-PnMg/s72-c/my+pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4996601726111043868</id><published>2010-02-11T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:03:16.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tripe in CA</title><content type='html'>My tripe in CA was really good we went down there for two days to spend time with our family. what I did why I was down there is spend a little bit of time with my sister and my friend Mike. The only thing that I did not like was that I it felt like I was only there for a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4996601726111043868?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4996601726111043868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4996601726111043868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4996601726111043868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4996601726111043868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tripe-in-ca.html' title='my tripe in CA'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-467808502533936897</id><published>2010-01-29T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:01:30.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Would miss most if I Had To Go Into hidding</title><content type='html'>What I would miss most if I had to going to hiding would be my friends and my family. One other thing that I would miss if I had to go into hiding is my freedom because I have never lived a life without freedom. Okay and for the last thing is my righting to drive and my right to were whatever i won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-467808502533936897?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/467808502533936897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=467808502533936897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/467808502533936897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/467808502533936897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-would-miss-most-if-i-had-to-go.html' title='What I Would miss most if I Had To Go Into hidding'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8317428905674830539</id><published>2010-01-29T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:00:31.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did They Help Anna Frank</title><content type='html'>why I think that they help Anna frank. Okay well I think that they were helping Anna Frank and other people because they realized how wrong it was for the Nazi to do what they were  to the Jews. so people would go and help the Jews and possibly ricking there own lives to help out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8317428905674830539?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8317428905674830539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8317428905674830539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8317428905674830539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8317428905674830539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-did-they-help-anna-frank.html' title='Why Did They Help Anna Frank'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4464967110472454914</id><published>2010-01-26T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:07:13.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out that Anna was born in1929 and she had an one sister named Margot that was three year older that her. One other thing that I found out about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jew&lt;/span&gt; was that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forbidden&lt;/span&gt; from all thing. they all had to turn in there bicycles and were not allowed in any car or trams. I found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anna's&lt;/span&gt; family had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;betrayed&lt;/span&gt; somebody had told the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt; where they had been hiding. They were taken to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dutch&lt;/span&gt; police from there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; place and were sent to concentration camp in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eastern&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4464967110472454914?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4464967110472454914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4464967110472454914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4464967110472454914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4464967110472454914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-out-that-anna-was-born-in1929.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3821116051552418465</id><published>2010-01-15T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:42:34.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>What my plans are for this week. okay my main plan for this weekend is to hang out with my sister because I have not ever really got to meet her because she lives so far away. Okay some of my other plans that I want to do this weekend is go to the mooter cross expo this weekend or if it is this weekend. I think that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3821116051552418465?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3821116051552418465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3821116051552418465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3821116051552418465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3821116051552418465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1787101942920250292</id><published>2010-01-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:55:30.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story About X-factor</title><content type='html'>Okay the person that I'm going to write about today is X-factor. well X-factor is a kind of a nerdy guy that want to be a biology teacher. Okay for those of you that X-factor is a hermit who never go's out side he just sits in side all day and plays video games online. The only time X-factor comes out is when he is going to school but he is not a very social person he just keeps to him self and during lunch he sits out side on the tables by him self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1787101942920250292?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1787101942920250292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1787101942920250292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1787101942920250292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1787101942920250292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-story-about-x-factor.html' title='My Story About X-factor'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3573264064883890087</id><published>2010-01-12T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:48:41.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone I know</title><content type='html'>Well the person that I am going to right about today is my friend X-factor. What x factor looks like is tall and kind of slim and very nerdy. What X-factor likes to do on his spare time is read and study sea Biology because he wants to be a biology teacher some time in his life. Okay well for those of you that don't know X-factor he is not one of those people that like to go out and hang out with friends he is more of  the hermit tip of kids that sit online and study. One thing that X-factor has really been studying is the 2012 thing he does not really believe in it but he is not to sure about it and he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; it to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3573264064883890087?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3573264064883890087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3573264064883890087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3573264064883890087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3573264064883890087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-i-know.html' title='Someone I know'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3664942174032741377</id><published>2010-01-08T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:12:07.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>well I don't really remember to much from when I was little but I can remember bits and peaces. when I was little I would go down to the pond with my dog named Tazz. What we us to do down there is I would throw rocks into the pond and my dog would go get them I thought it was the coolest thing ever. then after I turn about seven I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3664942174032741377?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3664942174032741377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3664942174032741377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3664942174032741377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3664942174032741377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6945172635339097959</id><published>2010-01-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:00:14.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Break</title><content type='html'>Okay so over my break I went to my ants house for a family reunion kind of thing and that went very well. So after all that existing staff I went and played pool with my girlfriend and some of her friend for a few hours because we were waiting for the move to start at seven. Okay and for the last thing I went up to Portland for a little but we could not really find anything to do so we just drove back to Salem because it was getting late. Well that's what I did for my break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6945172635339097959?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6945172635339097959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6945172635339097959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6945172635339097959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6945172635339097959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-my-break.html' title='About My Break'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1511606500222094886</id><published>2009-12-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:59:34.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book That I Really Enjoyed Reading</title><content type='html'>Okay well there are a lot of books that I really enjoy reading but I have to pick a book that I enjoyed reading the most and it is called A Long Way Gone. Well I am going to tell you a little about this book and why I think that other readers should read it to. What A Long Way Gone is about is a boy that had got forced to fight a war that he did not want to fight in South Africa and for those of you that don't know South Africa has been at war with each other for many years. okay well I don't want to blow it for the rest of you but this is a book that I really enjoyed reading and I advise other people to read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1511606500222094886?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1511606500222094886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1511606500222094886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1511606500222094886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1511606500222094886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-that-i-really-enjoyed-reading.html' title='A Book That I Really Enjoyed Reading'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2862900429272844133</id><published>2009-12-14T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:50:03.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Over All Opinion</title><content type='html'>Well  my over all opinion of the book was that it was very interesting and it keep me going to the point where I just wanted to know more and more as we keep reading. So I would advise other readers to read it because it's not like one of those books that makes you want to go to sleep. So if you want to read a book that will keep your mind occupied I would suggest reading The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-Time Indian. What I thought of the ending was that it was really good because rowdy and junior finally became friends again and came to a agreement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2862900429272844133?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2862900429272844133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2862900429272844133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2862900429272844133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2862900429272844133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-over-all-opinion.html' title='My Over All Opinion'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2811776698553999602</id><published>2009-12-09T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:06:54.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i Could keep Only One of my Five Senses</title><content type='html'>If i were only able to keep one of my five senses I would probably become emotionally depressed because we need all of our senses in our every day lives. For us to only keep one of them it would make things very difficult because our bodies are so us to using all five of our senses. So if I was only able to keep one I would keep my feeling. The reason I would keep my feeling is because if we did not have feeling we would not know if something go's wrong with our bodies like for instance if we were to break our arm or something we would not know to go to the hospital because we would not feel the pain and we could die from internal bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2811776698553999602?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2811776698553999602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2811776698553999602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2811776698553999602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2811776698553999602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-could-keep-only-one-of-my-five.html' title='If i Could keep Only One of my Five Senses'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3345657743149880337</id><published>2009-12-04T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:36:48.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality</title><content type='html'>Well I don't really know how to explain my personality but I will try explaining it to my best ability. Well I am the kind of person that does not ever give up and if there is something someone says I cant do I will try my hardest to accomplish it. Most people call it a show off but that's not really the way I look at it. I do it to show them that they can do it just as well as I can. so that's a little about my personality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3345657743149880337?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3345657743149880337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3345657743149880337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3345657743149880337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3345657743149880337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-personality.html' title='My Personality'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4244312017133337840</id><published>2009-12-01T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:35:31.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone that I look up to</title><content type='html'>well I'm going to tell you about someone that I have always looked up to most of my life. Well the one person that I've always look up to is my grandfather because he has always been successful in his life. What My grandfather did for a living was make circuit board for NASA but about ten years be for I was alive there had been a fire at the plant he was working at and one of my grandfather friends was still in side so he went back into see if he could find him but i don't know to much about what had happened with that. Anyways about two years later my grandfather started going paralyzed from chemical poisoning so when I was a Little boy I have never seen my grandfather walk and my mom has not seen him walk since she was in her teens. That why my grandfather is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4244312017133337840?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4244312017133337840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4244312017133337840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4244312017133337840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4244312017133337840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-that-i-look-up-to.html' title='Someone that I look up to'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3105317504219830478</id><published>2009-11-30T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:28:14.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well most of you now that Thanksgiving was just a few days ago. So I'm going to tell you about how my Thanksgiving went. For thanks give I stayed at my girl friends that night be for and got up the next morning and started eating. Then I stayed around there for a little a visited with her family for a few hours then I went home because I had some of my family coming to town from Bend OR. So what we did for the Holiday is the same thing we do every year is eat a lot of food and catch up on the time that we have not seen each other. So I would have to say I had a pretty good Thanksgiving and enjoyed having my family there because we only get to see each other a few times a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3105317504219830478?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3105317504219830478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3105317504219830478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3105317504219830478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3105317504219830478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-my-thanksgiving.html' title='About My Thanksgiving'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3408440248357182816</id><published>2009-11-16T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:48:49.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Think The Title of the Book Means To Me</title><content type='html'>Well why I think the reason the title of the book is called The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian is because latter on it the book a kid named Junior decides that he does not want to go to the schools on the rez anymore. So he tells his mom that he wants to go to a public school so he can get a better education instead of having to use the books that his ancestor's had to use when they were younger.  Then his mom asked him what school that he wanted to go to and she started naming off different schools but he want to go to a school called Reardan. So then he went to tell his best friend named Rowdy that he did not want to go to the school on the rez and that he wanted to go to Reardan so he asked if Rowdy if he wanted to go but he jumped up and started hitting Junior because he was being a traitor by going to public school off the rez. That's why I think the title of the book is called The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3408440248357182816?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3408440248357182816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3408440248357182816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3408440248357182816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3408440248357182816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-think-title-of-book-means-to-me.html' title='What I Think The Title of the Book Means To Me'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5221603928550197674</id><published>2009-11-13T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:39:48.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Life Would be Like With Out Technology</title><content type='html'>Well I don't really know what I would do without technology. I have not ever really taken the time out to think about it. If we did not have technology I would probably end up going crazy because I have not really ever had to live without having a TV or a cell phone. If we did not have cell phones we would have to find another way to communicate and that would end up making things a little bit difficult. How I think we would have to communicate is by mail because that would be about our last option. Anyways what I would do for fun is probably fish or hang out with friends because if I am not able to find anything to do then someone else will find something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5221603928550197674?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5221603928550197674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5221603928550197674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5221603928550197674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5221603928550197674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-life-would-be-like-with-out.html' title='What Life Would be Like With Out Technology'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3181119534237876201</id><published>2009-11-12T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:57:36.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would be Like to Live on the REZ</title><content type='html'>Well what I think it would be like to live on the reservation is rougher than living in the every day society but better in some ways because on a reservation there are not as many limited thing to do there as there is in regular population. I think that there is a big down fall to about living on a reservation to because of the schooling is not as good as the schooling we get off the reservation. Why I say that is because we don't have to use the same text book as our mom and dad's did when they were kids. one more big down fall that I don't like about reservations is that most of the Indians are drunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3181119534237876201?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3181119534237876201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3181119534237876201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3181119534237876201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3181119534237876201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-would-be-like-to-live-on-rez.html' title='What I would be Like to Live on the REZ'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5493417990308212726</id><published>2009-11-09T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:49:17.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Junior looks like</title><content type='html'>Well I would tell you what junior looks like but I was not here because I had the swine flu. Well when I started getting really sick I had to go to urgent care and sit there for about two hours.Then they  omitted me to the hospital because my throat was getting so swollen that it was getting a little hard to breath. So now i was stuck sitting in a hospital bed for about fifteen hours and all I wanted to do is sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5493417990308212726?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5493417990308212726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5493417990308212726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5493417990308212726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5493417990308212726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-junior-looks-like.html' title='What Junior looks like'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2137143527340569425</id><published>2009-11-04T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:26:26.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were Going to write A story About my Life</title><content type='html'>If I were going to write a story there are three important things I would include. The first thing that I would include is what the story is about. For the second thing that I would have to put in my story is where it took place. Then for the last thing that I would put in my story is the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2137143527340569425?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2137143527340569425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2137143527340569425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2137143527340569425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2137143527340569425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-were-going-to-write-story-about-my.html' title='If I Were Going to write A story About my Life'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3972825157014862315</id><published>2009-11-02T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:43:18.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my Book is About</title><content type='html'>The book that i am reading is called solders heart. What the book is about is a kid that was only fifteen and he is trying to get into the army so he can make money to help support his family. For him to get in the army he had to lie about his age and say that he was seventeen. Then after a few month form when he in listed he got told that they were sending him to war. Once he got onto the battle field he was sure he was going to die because he was infantry and every one around him was dieing but in the end he had only got shot once in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abdomen&lt;/span&gt; then was sent home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3972825157014862315?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3972825157014862315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3972825157014862315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3972825157014862315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3972825157014862315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-my-book-is-about.html' title='What my Book is About'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3100848440706934211</id><published>2009-10-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:51:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things That I Want out of This Class</title><content type='html'>October 29,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rebekah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are three thing that I really hope to get out of this class. One thing that I plan to get out of this class is a good education. The second thing that I want out of this class in higher test scores so that I can move on with my career. the last thing that I plane on getting out of this class is and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity to move on to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;michael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3100848440706934211?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3100848440706934211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3100848440706934211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3100848440706934211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3100848440706934211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-things-that-i-want-out-of-this.html' title='Three Things That I Want out of This Class'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4132608389971986570</id><published>2009-10-28T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:28:26.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hobbbies That I like to do at Home</title><content type='html'>Some things that I like to do at home is sit in my chair and watch college football during the week days and pro football during the weekend. I would have to say that is one of my favorite hobbies that i do while I'm at home. An  another things that I like to do when I start getting board is read especially when I start getting really into the book I just keep reading and reading because I want to find out what's happening next. For my last thing that I like to do at home on almost every day bases is take my pocket bike out and ride it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4132608389971986570?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4132608389971986570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4132608389971986570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4132608389971986570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4132608389971986570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hobbbies-that-i-like-to-do-at-home.html' title='My Hobbbies That I like to do at Home'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5351611216019208189</id><published>2009-10-27T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:56:40.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem That I Picked</title><content type='html'>A poem that I really liked was by Stanly Kunitz because it was really sad and it was easier to understand for me then most other poems. What the poem is about is a women who's husband killed himself at a park while she was pregnant with his baby. So the boy ended up growing up not knowing who his father was. Then one day he went up to the attic and found a picture of a stranger and asked his mom who this guy was and she got mad at him. So he put two and two together and found out that it was his father which put a scare on his hart for the rest of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5351611216019208189?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5351611216019208189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5351611216019208189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5351611216019208189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5351611216019208189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-that-i-picked.html' title='The Poem That I Picked'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4672484887981660179</id><published>2009-10-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:58:39.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>The place was filed with concrete walls&lt;br /&gt;were not able to receive our calls,&lt;br /&gt;thinking about all the people in the mall&lt;br /&gt;praying that when I get out I won't fall&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see my brother man I bet he is getting tall&lt;br /&gt;god please don't let him fall into these same walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4672484887981660179?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4672484887981660179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4672484887981660179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4672484887981660179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4672484887981660179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-poem_26.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6176976229849311321</id><published>2009-10-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:42:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>Interior sounds clang back and forth unable to escape walls contained of more walls of concrete people yelling back and forth unable to sleep and so much time to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6176976229849311321?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6947244567561370586</id><published>2009-10-21T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:52:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Brainstorming</title><content type='html'>SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;basketball&lt;br /&gt;MMA fighting&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;br /&gt;jumping&lt;br /&gt;baseball&lt;br /&gt;boxing&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;catch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6947244567561370586?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6947244567561370586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6947244567561370586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6947244567561370586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6947244567561370586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/poetry-brainstorming.html' title='Poetry Brainstorming'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8160613064384788663</id><published>2009-10-15T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:42:47.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>A big family tradition that my family has is Thanksgiving because we all get together down in Bend OR, at my aunts house. It's kinda like our little family reunion. What we do for Thamksgiving is sit and tell each other stories that we have from over the year. That's why this is my favorite tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8160613064384788663?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8160613064384788663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8160613064384788663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8160613064384788663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8160613064384788663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-tradition.html' title='A Family Tradition'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5455766824236426203</id><published>2009-10-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:53:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Emergency Situation That I Have Had to Deal with</title><content type='html'>An emergency situation that I have had to deal with was a few years ago when my friends and I were out riding on the railroad tracks in Redding CA,. Well, what happed was that my friend Mike wrecked his  dirt bike and broke his arm so we had to try and get him to the hospital. I had him get on the back of my bike and I took him to another friends named Westans that did not live to far from where we were we were. Then when we got there my friend Casey and his sister were there so Karen took him to  the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5455766824236426203?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5455766824236426203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5455766824236426203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5455766824236426203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5455766824236426203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/emergency-situation-that-i-have-had-to.html' title='A Emergency Situation That I Have Had to Deal with'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2713581943474736378</id><published>2009-10-07T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:10:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Remeber About September 11th</title><content type='html'>What I remember about September 11Th was that all the news lines were covered about how the towers got hit. Then when I walked out of my bedroom and I remember my dad said there was going to be a war but at that time I did not really know what to think. Now that I look back at September 11TH I wonder what  people were thinking about while they were sitting at home in New york not knowing if their family's were okay or not. That would have had to been a terrible feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2713581943474736378?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2713581943474736378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2713581943474736378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2713581943474736378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2713581943474736378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-remeber-about-september-11th.html' title='What I Remeber About September 11th'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3047814191619672436</id><published>2009-10-05T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:05:45.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Was to go Anywhere outside thye United States</title><content type='html'>If i were to go anywhere outside the United States I would want to go to South Africa because kids there have been at war for many years now they would love to have the opportunity's that we have here in the United States. What I would really like to do later on in my life sometime is join the Peace Corps. What the peace corps does is go around to different country's and help people or if there is a tragedy like Katrina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3047814191619672436?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3047814191619672436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3047814191619672436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3047814191619672436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3047814191619672436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-was-to-go-anywhere-outside-thye.html' title='If I Was to go Anywhere outside thye United States'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8106287779171631680</id><published>2009-10-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:07:49.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Embarrassing Moment:</title><content type='html'>My most embarrassing moment was this summer when I was wake boarding  and I lost my shorts in the lake. Okay well what happened was my shorts were untied and I had to let go of the rope so I could tie them but when I let go of the rope they flew off and started sinking. I could not get them because my life jacket was on and I could not dive with it on. So when I got on the boat my friends gave me a towel until we could get back to shore so I could get some clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8106287779171631680?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8106287779171631680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8106287779171631680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8106287779171631680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8106287779171631680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='My Most Embarrassing Moment:'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5004846561672117423</id><published>2009-09-29T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:05:15.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i think people become addicted</title><content type='html'>Why I think people become addicted to drugs and alcohol is because it releases endorphins into  the brain and the more they use the drug the more they become addicted to it. The reason people keep doing these things is because they like the way it makes their body feel. The reason I started smoking cigarettes was because I liked what it was doing to me so kept doing it. Why I think people get addicted to alcohol is because they will go out and drink with their friend and the more they start drinking more likely they are to become addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5004846561672117423?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5004846561672117423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5004846561672117423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5004846561672117423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5004846561672117423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-think-people-become-addicted.html' title='Why i think people become addicted'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6249054555893083491</id><published>2009-09-25T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:04:54.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Think That an Education is Important</title><content type='html'>I think that an education is important because we need it in almost every job in the modern day life. Why an education is important to me is because there are people around the world that don't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity's&lt;/span&gt; to get an education like we do here in the United States so it makes me grateful for what I have. Another reason that an education is important is because it could help people latter on in there future like getting higher paying jobs, and advancing there careers by going to college. their all sorts of thing that are possible with an education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6249054555893083491?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6249054555893083491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6249054555893083491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6249054555893083491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6249054555893083491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-think-that-education-is-important.html' title='Why I Think That an Education is Important'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1735399836445605641</id><published>2009-09-18T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:54:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Important Influence</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that my sister is the most important influence in my life. Why my sister is the most important influence in my life is because she is the kind of person that doesn't give up on her goals. My sister has always set a good example for me all my life and she is the one that I look up to either than my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1735399836445605641?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1735399836445605641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1735399836445605641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1735399836445605641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1735399836445605641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-important-influence.html' title='Most Important Influence'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1831176407695551192</id><published>2009-09-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:19:05.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>Grandparents and parents play a big role in kids lives because they are the ones that their kids and grand kids look up to. So I think if they set a good example then their kids and grand kids will have higher expectations. How my parent play a big role in my life is because they keep me going in life and they have taught me almost every thing I know. How my grandparents play a big role in my life is because when I need something they are there to help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1831176407695551192?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1831176407695551192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1831176407695551192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1831176407695551192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1831176407695551192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3705502231393689087</id><published>2009-09-15T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:28:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I found out About the Chart.</title><content type='html'>prevalence overweight children- in the united states and Mella children are more overweight that anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Lithuania and Russia have less over weight children than anywhere else in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3705502231393689087?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3705502231393689087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3705502231393689087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3705502231393689087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3705502231393689087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-i-found-out-about-chart.html' title='Things That I found out About the Chart.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7845747277802229487</id><published>2009-09-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:58:56.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Music</title><content type='html'>I like all kinds of music so it is hard to chose what artist I like most. If I had to choose an artist though I would pick Blink 182. The reason I like them is because me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; used to listen to it all the time when we were kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7845747277802229487?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7845747277802229487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7845747277802229487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7845747277802229487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7845747277802229487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-music.html' title='My Favorite Music'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4579323752561938243</id><published>2009-09-10T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:19:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things That I did Over the  Summer</title><content type='html'>For my summer break I went down to CA, to see my sister that I have not seen forever. The reason we went down there was for my sisters wedding and so my mom could go to my sisters baby shower.What I did with most my time was hang out with my firends because i only get to see them once a year. well that tells you a little about my summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4579323752561938243?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4579323752561938243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4579323752561938243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4579323752561938243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4579323752561938243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-that-i-did-over-summer.html' title='Some things That I did Over the  Summer'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2311291825810070422</id><published>2009-06-03T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:01:36.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like famliy</title><content type='html'>Someone that is like blood in my family is my best friend Mike. He is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CA. How we met was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seconded grade  we both had the same teacher. So I have known him for about nine year now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2311291825810070422?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2311291825810070422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2311291825810070422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2311291825810070422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2311291825810070422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-like-famliy.html' title='Someone like famliy'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1274346614057304459</id><published>2009-06-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:56:41.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. looks like south Carolina and lots of swamps .&lt;br /&gt;2. Smells like honey.&lt;br /&gt;3.hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humid&lt;/span&gt; swamps that diseases grow in.&lt;br /&gt;4.she lives on a bee farm..&lt;br /&gt;5.It rains a lot there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1274346614057304459?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1274346614057304459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1274346614057304459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1274346614057304459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1274346614057304459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5239531648340666032</id><published>2009-05-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:59:24.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who I think the queen bee in the book &lt;em&gt;The Secret life of the Queen bees &lt;/em&gt;is Lily because she is the only white one. Why I think lily is the queen bee is because she thinks she better be cause she is the only white girl out of the house. Lily was taught in school that whites are better than black so that would be another  reason I think lily is a gueen bee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5239531648340666032?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5239531648340666032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5239531648340666032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5239531648340666032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5239531648340666032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-i-think-queen-bee-in-book-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1350266175876915170</id><published>2009-05-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:07:03.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thee thing about bees</title><content type='html'>1. The male bee dies after mating with the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Bees will sting if they fell that they are danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The queen bee can live up to two or three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1350266175876915170?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1350266175876915170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1350266175876915170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1350266175876915170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1350266175876915170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/thee-thing-about-bees.html' title='thee thing about bees'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4629088730078656342</id><published>2009-05-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:01:30.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What my plans are for the weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend we are  going to try camping out at Detroit. We were going to try doing this last week but the weather was not all that great, so now we are going to give it another shot to see if mother nature treats us right. My favorite thing to do when we go out to Detroit  is to go mudding. When we go mudding we take my friend Jeremy truck out and go through mud pits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4629088730078656342?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4629088730078656342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4629088730078656342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4629088730078656342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4629088730078656342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-my-plans-are-for-weekend.html' title='What my plans are for the weekend'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2863879089358604674</id><published>2009-05-14T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:49:48.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lily could have waited thing out instead of jumping the gun and breaking Roselin out..&lt;br /&gt;Lily could have tried to work things out with the priest an maybe he would have not tried to press charges against Roselin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2863879089358604674?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2863879089358604674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2863879089358604674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2863879089358604674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2863879089358604674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-could-have-waited-thing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1493694324012239002</id><published>2009-05-13T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:29:22.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend named Hadi that is from Kuwait. He is tall, has black hair, slender, and just recently had a kid a few days ago. I would have to say he is a little cocky, but if he were not to be it just would not be him. Something that he says that I think is really funny is when we go to Jack in the Box or something he tries to say "no lettuce" on his sandwich but he always ends up saying "no letters on my sandwich". I am glad I got the opportunity to meet someone from Kuwait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1493694324012239002?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1493694324012239002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1493694324012239002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1493694324012239002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1493694324012239002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-friend-named-hadi-that-is-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-309395623989977191</id><published>2009-05-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:01:46.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>character</title><content type='html'>1.fights&lt;br /&gt;2. he talks funny&lt;br /&gt;3.just had a kid a few days ago so for right now he is a full time dad.&lt;br /&gt;4.trains at team quest for team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5easy to talk to about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 laid back&lt;br /&gt;2.tall&lt;br /&gt;3. Arabic&lt;br /&gt;4 From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;5.black hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-309395623989977191?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/309395623989977191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=309395623989977191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/309395623989977191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/309395623989977191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/character.html' title='character'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2879377398529768456</id><published>2009-05-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:14:08.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>Little rock is in Arkansas, which was a relatively progressive southern state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crisis erupted on Setember 4 so they called in the  national guard to pervent African americans student from going to little raock high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student had been choosen to attend central high school because of their excellent grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2879377398529768456?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2879377398529768456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2879377398529768456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2879377398529768456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2879377398529768456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1838695723769418154</id><published>2009-05-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:17:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South carolina</title><content type='html'>where South Carolina is located is on the East of the United States. Some of the history that I know about South Carolina is that it was first settled at Charles town [ Modern Day Charleston] in 1670 mostly by immigrants from the British colony of Barbados in the Caribbeans. Some facts that I know about south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt; is that it is one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt; colonies of the United states. What the weather is like in South Carolina is that it is a tropical place and it's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1838695723769418154?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1838695723769418154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1838695723769418154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1838695723769418154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1838695723769418154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/south-carolina.html' title='South carolina'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3912565110963333713</id><published>2009-05-01T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:59:54.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Middle of the night</title><content type='html'>It was the middle of the night and suddenly I remembered that I left my keys in the car. So I decided to go out to get my keys and next thing I know my car was gone. I stopped and thought about, what should I do next. I sat down and had a couple cups of coffee and next thing I know my cars right back out side. Once I looked out the window and seen my car I stopped for a minute and started to think to myself, am I going crazy am I loosing my mind I'll never know what happen still to this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3912565110963333713?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3912565110963333713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3912565110963333713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3912565110963333713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3912565110963333713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In The Middle of the night'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8212978150202600168</id><published>2009-04-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:08:26.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first home:</title><content type='html'>"What made it your home? Write about a specific room or place in the first home you remember living in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first home I ever lived in had three rooms and they were all master bedrooms which made in kind of nice because I always had my own space whenever I needed it. I lived in the house for about seven years so I guess I could say most of my life. The reason I like this room the most is because it had a lock on the door so whenever I got mad I would run in my room and lock the door. The other reason I liked this room is because my brother was not allowed in unless I let him. I would have to say that was one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; reasons I loved my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8212978150202600168?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8212978150202600168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8212978150202600168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8212978150202600168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8212978150202600168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-home.html' title='My first home:'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6596721652667291693</id><published>2009-04-29T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:54:30.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>compound words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;volleyball&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;skateboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; there is to do, we like to play &lt;em&gt;volleybal&lt;/em&gt;l on a &lt;em&gt;skateboard&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; a net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6596721652667291693?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6596721652667291693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6596721652667291693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6596721652667291693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6596721652667291693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-words.html' title='compound words'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2187438726001246477</id><published>2009-04-28T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:14:19.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 latter</title><content type='html'>When i am 37 I plan to live in Italy and still be in the army. Why I want to be stationed in Italy is because it would be a good experience and a once in a life time thing. I plan to live with my girl friend and I will have two kids. If I end up having more then okay, but I'm not planing on it. What car I want to be driving is a hummer H1 because I have always wanted one. I really don't know who my friends will be because a lot of thing change over time so there is really no way to answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2187438726001246477?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2187438726001246477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2187438726001246477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2187438726001246477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2187438726001246477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-latter.html' title='20 latter'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7275918472601457407</id><published>2009-04-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:54:05.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had A Super Power</title><content type='html'>If I had a super power it would be to read peoples minds but only when I wanted to. Why I would want this as a super power is because I would never get in trouble because I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; know what to say at the right time. The reason I would not like to have this super power all the time is because there are some things I would r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ather&lt;/span&gt; not know. So I want to be able to turn my super power on and off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7275918472601457407?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7275918472601457407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7275918472601457407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7275918472601457407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7275918472601457407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-had-super-power.html' title='If I Had A Super Power'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-497628724652049988</id><published>2009-04-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:19:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Believe In</title><content type='html'>I believe that kids in other parts of the world should have schooling like we do here in the US because if we can they should be able to do the same.The reason I believe this is because the kids in other parts of the world would love to get the schooling that we get here and not have to pay for it. The story I am writing about is why kids around the world should be able to get an education. Most my life I've not taken schooling to seriously but as time go's by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'v&lt;/span&gt; been  realizing that school is very important because almost all the things that you learned through out the past is very useful in the future and plenty of other kids are willing to take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made me stop and think about this is a book that I was reading. It was called &lt;em&gt;A Long Way Gone&lt;/em&gt; and it made me think about how much other kids in different country's would love to get the educations we have in the United States. What &lt;em&gt;A Long Way gone&lt;/em&gt; is about is some kids in South Africa that had to go to war when they were the ages 14 and on. None of the kids really got the opportunity to go to school until they got pulled out of the war by the Peace Corps and were given a chance to go to school for free. To them it was like the best thing that had ever happened in their lives but at first they did not like it at all because they were so us to killing people and doing drugs. That's all there army was really consisting of at the time.I would have to say that's what really made me stop and think of how grateful we are to have schooling in our lives because there are kids in this world that have not had the best of lives. So I think we all should take these kind of thing a little more seriously. The reason that I am saying this is because you know some of us say we have had hard lives but really we have great lives and it could always be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i believe in and hope that more people will understand that that schooling is a very big thing in our lives and more people that live in the United &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;States&lt;/span&gt; will think about these kind of thing befor they give up on school....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-497628724652049988?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/497628724652049988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=497628724652049988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/497628724652049988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/497628724652049988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-believe.html' title='What I Believe In'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5429828080890391933</id><published>2009-04-20T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:39:22.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i believe in.</title><content type='html'>I believe that kids in other parts of the world should have schooling like we do here in the US because if we can they should to.The reason I believe this is because the kids in other parts world would love to get the schooling that we get here and not have to pay for it. The story I am writing about is why I think other kids around the world should have schooling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I believe this is because most my life I've not taken schooling to seriously but as time go's by I realize that school is very important because almost all the things that you  learned through out the past is very useful in future. What really made me stop and think about this is a book that I was reading, it was called &lt;em&gt;A Long Way &lt;/em&gt;Gone; and it kinda made me stop and think about how much other kids would love to get the educations us in the United S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tates&lt;/span&gt; gets..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5429828080890391933?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5429828080890391933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5429828080890391933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5429828080890391933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5429828080890391933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-believe-in.html' title='what i believe in.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-865019257281248943</id><published>2009-04-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:00:34.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I believe</title><content type='html'>1.I believe in faith....&lt;br /&gt;2.I believe every day should be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;3.I believe we should not act like someone were not and be our self....&lt;br /&gt;4.I believe that we should be kind to others know matter what they do because they a people just like all of us.&lt;br /&gt;5.I believe that family is the biggest gift we could ever ask for..&lt;br /&gt;6.I believe we should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; for everything we got in life...&lt;br /&gt;7.I believe that we should learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe that we should never give up on things because in the end it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; works out...&lt;br /&gt;9.. I believe we should see how beautiful the world really is and treat it the way we want to be treated...&lt;br /&gt;10. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; schooling is a very big opportunity that all of us in the US have because kids in other part of the world would love to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity's&lt;/span&gt; that we have here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-865019257281248943?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/865019257281248943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=865019257281248943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/865019257281248943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/865019257281248943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe.html' title='This I believe'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8789154493862871118</id><published>2009-04-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:08:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing That I like and Dislike About Salem.</title><content type='html'>Some things that I like about Salem are the people and the friends that i have here. I like to say I hate this place but in reality I would have to say I don't as much as I say I do. Some other things that I'd have to say I like about Salem is how green it is here because in CA, it is very dry almost year round and we don't get near as much rain as we do here in Salem. Some things I dislike about Salem is how it rains about nine months out of the year. why I don't like the rain to much here is because there are very little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;options of things to do and that's how I get in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trouble.&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/7270507726846202252-8789154493862871118?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8789154493862871118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8789154493862871118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8789154493862871118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8789154493862871118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/thing-that-i-like-and-disliek-about.html' title='Thing That I like and Dislike About Salem.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8695093436769186840</id><published>2009-04-13T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:55:02.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Important to Stand up for Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>Well I do think it is important to stand up for friends and family and especially family because they will always be there for you. I think that it also depends on what they did and if it was right or wrong. I have been in a situationlike this with my sisters when they get in a fight with their boyfriends even though I am really good friends with there boyfriend but I am going to take my family's side over a friends side unless my sisters were in the wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8695093436769186840?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8695093436769186840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8695093436769186840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8695093436769186840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8695093436769186840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-inpotent-to-stand-up-for-friends.html' title='Is it Important to Stand up for Friends and Family'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1873232770779453603</id><published>2009-04-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:12:31.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing's I have done recently</title><content type='html'>Some things that I have done in the last three days since it has been nice out side, is work on my truck with my dad. I have been trying to work on my truck for the last month but it is a little hard to do that when you live in a place that rains nine months out of a year. So yeah what I have been trying to do to my truck is drop a six cylinder into my truck witch is a four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cylinder&lt;/span&gt; so that kinda makes is hard but we were able to do that or my dad was able to do that because I really don't know what I am doing. So yeah that is pretty much been my week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1873232770779453603?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1873232770779453603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1873232770779453603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1873232770779453603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1873232770779453603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-have-done-recently.html' title='Thing&apos;s I have done recently'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1456601000403616368</id><published>2009-04-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:57:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our nation is from a generation of immortals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1456601000403616368?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1456601000403616368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1456601000403616368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1456601000403616368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1456601000403616368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-nation-is-from-generation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5812132452817844420</id><published>2009-04-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:51:17.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>mort- death&lt;br /&gt;mortality, mortal,immortal,mortician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat-born&lt;br /&gt;nation,nationality,natuaral,,native,prenatals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen-birth&lt;br /&gt;generation,genocide,genes,genetics,geneology,genome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5812132452817844420?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5812132452817844420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5812132452817844420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5812132452817844420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5812132452817844420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5388501331391426502</id><published>2009-04-06T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:55:37.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to use a Cell phone</title><content type='html'>Well the first step to using a phone is to dial the number. To place the call you press the green button which is located on the left side of the phone most the time. if it is not then I don't know what to tell you bwahahahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5388501331391426502?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5388501331391426502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5388501331391426502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5388501331391426502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5388501331391426502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-use-phone.html' title='How to use a Cell phone'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6465142410379689088</id><published>2009-04-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:55:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Think People Right Poetry</title><content type='html'>One reason I think that people right poetry is because it helps people express there filling in another way. Every one has a different way of looking at poetry so there is know wrong way to look at it.  Like for music artist in instant, most of them have a meaning behind every thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6465142410379689088?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6465142410379689088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6465142410379689088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6465142410379689088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6465142410379689088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-think-people-right-poetry.html' title='Why I Think People Right Poetry'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3678805734981876716</id><published>2009-03-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:07:02.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Well the first thing I did over my spring break was spend allot of time with my girlfriend. I've have been thinking allot about going to get my diploma because that would be a very smart choice. Some more things I got to do over my spring break was go on a scavenger hunt and that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the best part of my spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3678805734981876716?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3678805734981876716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3678805734981876716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3678805734981876716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3678805734981876716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-spring-break.html' title='My Spring Break'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-5555156230717420483</id><published>2009-03-19T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:01:54.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentence correcting</title><content type='html'>Lorraine moved to a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda what scared at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for Zack to meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine new lab partner, Janessa was not at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caricature of&lt;/span&gt; the book was Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teenage&lt;/span&gt; character was a good righter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lorraine&lt;/span&gt; about the new book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-5555156230717420483?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/5555156230717420483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=5555156230717420483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5555156230717420483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/5555156230717420483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentence-correcting.html' title='sentence correcting'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1506116141768089540</id><published>2009-03-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:59:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what freedom means to me</title><content type='html'>What I think freedom means is that we can do things and not have to be told to do it. Like for an example, in other countries they have Marshal laws which means the government tells you what you can and can't do, like when to go in side and if or if not you can drink. Also I think freedom means that us as Americans have our own rights and have the ability to make our own decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1506116141768089540?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1506116141768089540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1506116141768089540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1506116141768089540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1506116141768089540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-freedom-means-to-me.html' title='what freedom means to me'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7230125956696926730</id><published>2009-03-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:14:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review</title><content type='html'>Okay well I was checking out this web page that's called Book Me In and it's a place where you can find an honest critique of the books that they are currently reading. Well what I think of this web page is that it is a good way to find out if you want to read the book or not because you get to hear what other people thought of the books so I found this web page pretty interesting because it can give me ideas of what the book is about and also what books people recommend me to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7230125956696926730?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7230125956696926730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7230125956696926730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7230125956696926730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7230125956696926730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-review.html' title='My Review'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-9023061230190520713</id><published>2009-03-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:08:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whay my Favorite Things are to do.</title><content type='html'>Well I have a lot of favorite thing that I like to do when I am not busy. One thing that I like to the most is laying in the grass and looking up at the sky and thinking about what it's like up in space. Where I prefer to lay in the grass is at the river front because I like the smell of the fresh air and it helps me find peace with myself. When I lay in the grass it feels like a place out of this world the feeling is  like I am floating above the ground beside when it is raining then it just fills like blah and that would have to be my favorite thing I like to do the most on my free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-9023061230190520713?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/9023061230190520713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=9023061230190520713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9023061230190520713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9023061230190520713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/whay-my-favorite-things-are-to-do.html' title='whay my Favorite Things are to do.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4802675431715180859</id><published>2009-03-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:54:48.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do beliefs come from:</title><content type='html'>Where I think people come up with their beliefs is from our ancestor, and for instance the holy bible. The holey bible was made up of a lot of different bibles and they put them together and it starts with geneses and ends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;revulsion's so that's where I think our beliefs started from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4802675431715180859?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4802675431715180859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4802675431715180859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4802675431715180859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4802675431715180859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-beliefs-come-from.html' title='where do beliefs come from:'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-687533662519251985</id><published>2009-03-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:00:20.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>Terr- tarritory,extraterrestral, terrace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar- sea&lt;br /&gt;marine submarine, maritime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo-earth&lt;br /&gt;geology, geography, geologist geothermal&lt;br /&gt;                                                    earth-heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extraterrestrial submarine crashed into the geologist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-687533662519251985?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/687533662519251985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=687533662519251985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/687533662519251985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/687533662519251985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/03/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3361970538081035823</id><published>2009-02-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:53:33.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I remembered all the details of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The coach thanked the entire swim team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best feature of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After years of dry weather, the farmers hoped for rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is the movie theater on this street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At the trial,the judge spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.We thought we could save time by taking a shortcut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Some of the letters on the beach is made of plastick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She invited friends to her house for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Our town is bilding a skate park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3361970538081035823?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3361970538081035823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3361970538081035823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3361970538081035823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3361970538081035823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2877986487271562112</id><published>2009-02-25T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:08:23.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scop-see&lt;br /&gt;Scope, microscope,telescope,periscope&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;spec-see&lt;br /&gt;spectacular, spectator, inspect, spectacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid-see&lt;br /&gt;Evidence, video, videographer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2877986487271562112?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2877986487271562112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2877986487271562112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2877986487271562112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2877986487271562112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/scop-see-scope-microscopetelescopeperis.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-9007973817601601377</id><published>2009-02-25T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:58:53.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>What I am going to write about today is gangs. The reason  I don't like gangs is because they have to always fight ten on one. The reason I don't think people should be in gangs is because that is not a good way to live your life. There is so much you can do in your life instead of being in a gang. Being in a gang is never going to get you anywhere. Okay you might get things, but those things you get are not worth your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-9007973817601601377?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/9007973817601601377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=9007973817601601377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9007973817601601377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9007973817601601377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1867505286300954720</id><published>2009-02-20T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:14:40.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book Report</title><content type='html'>What the book that I am reading is called touching Spirit bear. Well let me tell you a little about the book. The book is about a kid name Cole that has bad anger problems and he put a kid in the hospital named Peter. How Peter got put in the hospital is because Cole smashed Peters head in to the side walk. Okay it's your turn to find out more about the book Touching  spirit Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first thing first what the books main idea that it's trying to get across to people. Well what I think this book is trying to get across to people is that there is a better why to Handel things ether than fighting all the time over the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought of the book Touching Spirit Bear, was that it was okay. Why I thought the book was just okay is because I am more into true stories but ether than that it was a good book and I did not get board of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation of this book is if u like books that makes u want to read more then I would advised u to read it. The book Touching Spirit  Bear is by Ben Mikaelsen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1867505286300954720?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1867505286300954720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1867505286300954720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1867505286300954720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1867505286300954720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-book-report.html' title='My Book Report'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4287446378378887944</id><published>2009-02-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:11:03.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At santa fe gas station: We will sell gas to anyone that has a glass container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed preschool techer that tech is three year olds some experience preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stolen panting was found next to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sisters runited after 18 teen year next to a check out counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local high school dropouts got cut half after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven doctors sued the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4287446378378887944?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4287446378378887944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4287446378378887944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4287446378378887944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4287446378378887944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-santa-fe-gas-station-we-will-sell.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-795516642516716709</id><published>2009-02-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:00:53.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTS</title><content type='html'>Firm- strong&lt;br /&gt;firmly, confirm, affirmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flex, flect-&lt;br /&gt;flexible, reflection, flexing, deflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form- shape&lt;br /&gt;formation, formal, information, format, transform, deformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother try to firmly confir but I dont like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-795516642516716709?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/795516642516716709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=795516642516716709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/795516642516716709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/795516642516716709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html' title='ROOTS'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2742593984624892410</id><published>2009-02-11T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:46:11.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i wAS iN PETER'S SHOES</title><content type='html'>What i would do if I was in Peter's shoes. well let see if I was in peters shoes I would try to find a way to find Cole for a little, but over time I guess I would get over it. If I were to find Cole I would do the same thing to him that he did to me. If he was to come up to me and say sorry I would forgive him but it would take a bit to get over what he did but I would still forgive him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2742593984624892410?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2742593984624892410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2742593984624892410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2742593984624892410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2742593984624892410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-was-in-peters-shoes.html' title='If i wAS iN PETER&apos;S SHOES'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-2106266999943454847</id><published>2009-02-09T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:52:42.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what I could of did differently in this situation. well one thing that I could of done in a situation like the skit I did would be to try to make my dad understand that I am working and I can not just take off from work to go and watch my brother. If that was to not work I would hang up on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-2106266999943454847?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/2106266999943454847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=2106266999943454847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2106266999943454847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/2106266999943454847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-could-of-did-differently-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7906969787172388974</id><published>2009-02-05T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:09:27.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I am doing for my skit</title><content type='html'>what I am going to do for my skit is act like I am on the phone with my dad. how I am going to film my skit is to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in my class film me why I do my it. what I am going to do first is get mad because my dad is trying to get me to come home to watch my brother and I am at work. e&lt;br /&gt;_ I am going to act like I am busy and my dad will not stop calling my phone because he want me home.&lt;br /&gt;_ i am calm intell he calls about ten time's then i start getting a little mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92d1051105934077" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92d1051105934077%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331722200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74692DA536BE035FF3ABA5C1A7C50F74F8C8DAEB.38D256BDF6434AB992EBF3C20F56F665B49E84A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92d1051105934077%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DufstLdAkp9QsW3skMhpGy85r11M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92d1051105934077%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331722200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74692DA536BE035FF3ABA5C1A7C50F74F8C8DAEB.38D256BDF6434AB992EBF3C20F56F665B49E84A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92d1051105934077%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DufstLdAkp9QsW3skMhpGy85r11M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7906969787172388974?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=92d1051105934077&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7906969787172388974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7906969787172388974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7906969787172388974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7906969787172388974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-am-doing-for-my-skit.html' title='what I am doing for my skit'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-728722809053941602</id><published>2009-02-04T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:55:42.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to handle anger</title><content type='html'>What in a better way to handle a situation like the movie we just watched. well anether way to handle something like this is to find anether way to dill with it. If that does not work then go gown to the head of administration. If that was not to work i would not know what else to do but sue them but only if they left me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choice. Well thats how I would handle something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-728722809053941602?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/728722809053941602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=728722809053941602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/728722809053941602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/728722809053941602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-handle-anger.html' title='How to handle anger'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-7449500350692187741</id><published>2009-01-30T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:49:52.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there were one thing I could keep  if I had to get rid of everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-7449500350692187741?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/7449500350692187741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=7449500350692187741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7449500350692187741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/7449500350692187741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-were-one-thing-i-could-keep-if.html' title=''/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8396707766640557441</id><published>2009-01-28T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:47:44.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well if I had to get rid all of my belongings I would keep my pics because I lost my brother a few weeks back and that's the only thing that I got left to remined of him so the pics that I have mean a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8396707766640557441?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8396707766640557441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/257819148923779556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=257819148923779556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/257819148923779556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/257819148923779556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1604731039420921282</id><published>2009-01-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:50:35.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time That I was angry</title><content type='html'>Well a time I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; angry was when my brother took my bike when I was going to go to the skate park. What he could of done differently was not take take my bike. When my brother came home we ended up getting in a big fight and we did not talk for about two week in tell he said he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my story about a time I got angry and it could of ended up differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1604731039420921282?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1604731039420921282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1604731039420921282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1604731039420921282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1604731039420921282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-that-i-was-angry.html' title='A Time That I was angry'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4707832171808487885</id><published>2009-01-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:05:42.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentence combining</title><content type='html'>Cole shuddered,and then had another spasm and he got the chills when Rosy shoved edwin, but the shove was light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole drank the water that was in a glass and She held the glass to his lips and  he struggled to swallow the pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole closed his eyes and Rosy cleaned his wounds then bandaged them up because they were right open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4707832171808487885?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4707832171808487885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4707832171808487885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4707832171808487885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4707832171808487885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentence-combining.html' title='sentence combining'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-104100300655936676</id><published>2009-01-06T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:59:00.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>run on sentences</title><content type='html'>1. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; asked a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;question. I&lt;/span&gt;t was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; moment.&lt;br /&gt;2. The fog was thick, and it was hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;3. He felt sick as he got ready to throw the grenade.&lt;br /&gt;4. He threw the grenade. It made a sound.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiowa gave him some advice, but it didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;6 he gets upset when he thinks about the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-104100300655936676?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/104100300655936676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=104100300655936676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/104100300655936676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/104100300655936676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-on-sentences.html' title='run on sentences'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1534675669106464082</id><published>2008-12-11T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:59:03.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Correct</title><content type='html'>1. I went skating down at the pond and three kids from my school were there. We fell down and  laughed so much our stomachs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought the lopsided game would never end. The score just keep getting worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;and worse.&lt;br /&gt;3. Martha thinks she is so cool. She is not cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Joe watched a video his mom had bought for him at the store where she worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Susan loved to watch football.  She would watch it every Sunday  on T.V and every Saturday she would go to the local college football game.  She would always wear the school colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1534675669106464082?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1534675669106464082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1534675669106464082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1534675669106464082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1534675669106464082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-correct.html' title='Sentence Correct'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4656087494901962913</id><published>2008-12-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:03:24.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time I got Angry</title><content type='html'>Well let me tell u about a time that I got angry at my self. One time I was going on a trip to Redding CA.  I was in a rush to get out of the house and ended up leaving  one of my bags at home. When I got to the air port I could not delay my flight or I would of had to pay more money. So when I got to CA I had  to use my spending money on the thing that I had left at my house. I think that was the angriest I had ever been but at the end I thought to my self it could of been worse but after all my trip was good becase I got to see my famley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4656087494901962913?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4656087494901962913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4656087494901962913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4656087494901962913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4656087494901962913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-i-got-angry.html' title='A Time I got Angry'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6732773430545990961</id><published>2008-12-09T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:54:18.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>The shelter burned and rumbled like a freight train and sucked at the air.&lt;br /&gt;The flames rumbled like a freight train and sucked at the air as the shelter burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6732773430545990961?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6732773430545990961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6732773430545990961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6732773430545990961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6732773430545990961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6359060771452791989</id><published>2008-12-08T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:09:36.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics of Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/ST2MgiK6KDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulqbsb-otSw/s1600-h/map_of_alaska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277528828904351794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/ST2MgiK6KDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulqbsb-otSw/s320/map_of_alaska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arctic oil and gas exploration, federal subsistence protection and funding for rural development &lt;a href="javascript:PrevOnNew("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are among the Alaska concerns that could see sudden policy shifts in the new Obama administration.&lt;br /&gt;The public transition leading to President-elect Barack Obama's inauguration next month has focused so far on national security and economic issues. But below the surface, busy lobbying is under way over future environmental agendas and political jobs affecting Alaska. Key appointments are expected this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/AP/story/803175.html"&gt;http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/AP/story/803175.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6359060771452791989?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6359060771452791989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6359060771452791989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6359060771452791989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6359060771452791989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/12/politics-of-alaska.html' title='Politics of Alaska'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/ST2MgiK6KDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulqbsb-otSw/s72-c/map_of_alaska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-9026357111062526325</id><published>2008-11-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:40:53.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tings That I am Thankful For / my thinksgiving traditions</title><content type='html'>Some things that I am very thankful for is that I have a place to sleep every night and have food on the table. Why I am very thankful for these things is because some kids around the world don't have the convert that some of us do. They would love to have the things that us kids have here. Some more things that I am very thankful for is that I have a family witch I am very very thankful for have the family that I have because they will always be there when I need them. What my family likes to do for our Thanksgiving tradition, is go down to my grandmas house because she has the biggest house and we are all able to fit the hole family in her house. What my family does why every thing is cooking is catch up on lost time because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of my family lives all around the world so we don't really get to talk to much. The only time that we really get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; is on thanksgiving or at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-9026357111062526325?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/9026357111062526325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=9026357111062526325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9026357111062526325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/9026357111062526325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_25.html' title='Tings That I am Thankful For / my thinksgiving traditions'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-3194072016039229034</id><published>2008-11-20T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:46:48.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanded Sentences</title><content type='html'>&gt; The man watched the couple hug each other as he drove by.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The little boy ate all his food so fast that it was gone in 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The girl called it a humbugger not a hamburgger.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The two pulled on the wagon together.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They both broke the game because they were so frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-3194072016039229034?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/3194072016039229034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=3194072016039229034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3194072016039229034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/3194072016039229034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_20.html' title='Expanded Sentences'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-4781561611143096891</id><published>2008-11-19T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:52:36.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>My favorite place is Shasta Lake, and it's in Reading CA.  This is my favorite place because I lived there almost all my life. I like this place because my family has been going there for years and years. My family and I like to go there to camp, wave board and fish. Shasta Lake is a very big lake but this year the water was very low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-4781561611143096891?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/4781561611143096891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=4781561611143096891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4781561611143096891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/4781561611143096891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-place.html' title='My Favorite Place'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-6773951455199306898</id><published>2008-11-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:01:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentens creeting</title><content type='html'>There was lettuce all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;The tornado was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Will you please make it here on time.&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to go with you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should have studied for my test.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have very much monney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-6773951455199306898?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/6773951455199306898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=6773951455199306898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6773951455199306898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/6773951455199306898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='sentens creeting'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-1346440037055221449</id><published>2008-11-05T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:00:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I THINK ABOUT OUR NEW PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>Well, what I think about our new president is that he should  not have won the election. Why I think that he shouldn't have won is because he is a terrorist (just kidding). The only reason that I say that is because his name is Obama. How do I think that this president is going to do?  Well I think that this president is going to make the U.S crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-1346440037055221449?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/1346440037055221449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=1346440037055221449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1346440037055221449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/1346440037055221449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-think-about-our-new-president.html' title='WHAT I THINK ABOUT OUR NEW PRESIDENT'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8369277790674259303</id><published>2008-11-03T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:04:07.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Boke That I am Reading is Called Sick and wittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, this book that I am reading is about two guys named Stick and Whittle. These two guys came across each other some where out west, They soon found out that they both had the same name Melvin&lt;/span&gt;. Well what my opinion about this book is that it was very interesting, it would lead me on and on where I wanted to read more and more, I think it was a very good book. I would advise every one to read it if u like books  that keep u going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8369277790674259303?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8369277790674259303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8369277790674259303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8369277790674259303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8369277790674259303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-boke-that-i-am-reading-is-called.html' title='This Boke That I am Reading is Called Sick and wittle'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-8925072787838012758</id><published>2008-10-22T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:08:13.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Iike To Watch on TV</title><content type='html'>Well let's see, I do not watch to much TV but the little I do I like to watch movies. One movie that I really like is Iron Man. The reason that I like this movie is because at the end it almost tells you that there is going to be a new Iron Man but that may just be what I think. Another movie that I like is Comando. I really don't know why but it is like one of those movies that you can watch over and over, but the movie Comando is an old movie from like the 1990's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-8925072787838012758?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/8925072787838012758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=8925072787838012758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8925072787838012758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/8925072787838012758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-like-to-watch-on-tv.html' title='What I Iike To Watch on TV'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270507726846202252.post-350669660107978320</id><published>2008-10-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:54:06.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Info on Colombia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SPzf2U0QMOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qSBrZEGV2m8/s1600-h/my+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324589255700706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SPzf2U0QMOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qSBrZEGV2m8/s400/my+map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I know about Colombia, well some things that I know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt; is that they have been at war for a long time. I'm not to sure about how long they have been at war. I know at lest 20 year now. What the kids are trying to do to help. kid are trying to get a group up called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/span&gt; to help the kids of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt;. Form what I know from the book that we were reading is that it was hard to get in school there and to get in school there u had to pay.You no that makes me stop and think about how we got life so easy here in the US. Look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt; the kids that live there have nothing like we have here because the arm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;group es&lt;/span&gt; have killed there parents, or took over their land and farms. Why I think that they are having problem there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt; is because they don't really have a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270507726846202252-350669660107978320?l=naddamike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/feeds/350669660107978320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7270507726846202252&amp;postID=350669660107978320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/350669660107978320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270507726846202252/posts/default/350669660107978320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddamike.blogspot.com/2008/10/info-on-colombia.html' title='Info on Colombia'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00304073209027682263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SgT-LCZPOVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bKGm-Zlq5U/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvOmwmEjH8U/SPzf2U0QMOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qSBrZEGV2m8/s72-c/my+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
