<?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-3826916540430487189</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:55:27.121-07:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>my blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-2390115848032599115</id><published>2009-04-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:54:18.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers</title><content type='html'>My teacher that influenced me alot is a teacher that I did not really no I liked till after I left Jr high. I used to think I hated her but now that I look back I can see that she was really just making me do my beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-2390115848032599115?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/2390115848032599115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=2390115848032599115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2390115848032599115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2390115848032599115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers.html' title='teachers'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-4927586258110826287</id><published>2009-03-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:22:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons I Love the Spring</title><content type='html'>1. SPRING BRAKE&lt;br /&gt;2. SCHOOL ALMOST OVER&lt;br /&gt;3. THE TREES ARE BLOOMING&lt;br /&gt;4. NEW LIFE IS BEING CREATED&lt;br /&gt;5.SUMMER ALMOST HERE&lt;br /&gt;6.THE WEATHER&lt;br /&gt;7. SHOWS&lt;br /&gt;8. VACATIONS&lt;br /&gt;9. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;10 LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-4927586258110826287?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/4927586258110826287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=4927586258110826287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4927586258110826287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4927586258110826287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-reasons-i-love-spring.html' title='10 Reasons I Love the Spring'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-4829736626010790820</id><published>2009-03-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:14:00.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to put here</title><content type='html'>I have always been a good person I attend church every Sunday and help out when needed. I am not a witch. You know I am not. I do not have any names to give you other then your own. I think you know the truth now and in fear you look the other way. You have hung people that where falsely accused of being a witch unless they gave you some one other then them to hang. I Tara Diane Willie here in this leatter accuse you of being a witch. You are the only ones that I see that walk with the devil. I only plea with you to look back this way and do the wright thing before more people our murdered.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           May good have mercy on your soul,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   Tara Willie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-4829736626010790820?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/4829736626010790820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=4829736626010790820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4829736626010790820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4829736626010790820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-to-put-here.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to put here'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-7677366121855033916</id><published>2009-03-13T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:27:26.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/Sbp7SY4xhdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n6MTpedDSlM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/Sbp7SY4xhdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n6MTpedDSlM/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312694266285360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-7677366121855033916?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/7677366121855033916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=7677366121855033916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7677366121855033916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7677366121855033916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/Sbp7SY4xhdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n6MTpedDSlM/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-2109514867819804729</id><published>2009-03-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:23:53.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senior</title><content type='html'>Senior year  has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year has been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors gather here and fast.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors know how to act.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors are a head of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors are not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors are a head of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors are not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year has been a blast&lt;br /&gt;Senior year We want it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-2109514867819804729?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/2109514867819804729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=2109514867819804729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2109514867819804729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2109514867819804729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior.html' title='senior'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-3312841954747603010</id><published>2009-02-27T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:23:29.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple personalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/SagTZg0AB-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/FYr4tJmpH3w/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/SagTZg0AB-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/FYr4tJmpH3w/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307513489881827298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity disorder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-3312841954747603010?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/3312841954747603010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=3312841954747603010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/3312841954747603010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/3312841954747603010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/02/multiple-personalities.html' title='Multiple personalities'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQa48rWVIXM/SagTZg0AB-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/FYr4tJmpH3w/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-2188238703678487449</id><published>2009-02-20T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:53:41.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom</title><content type='html'>18 reasons I am grateful for my mom is:&lt;br /&gt;1. There when I need her.&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes she is supportive.&lt;br /&gt;3. she is always looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;4. keeps me out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;5. forces me to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;6. Made me stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;7. she is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;8. there is no one like her.&lt;br /&gt;9. her smiles.&lt;br /&gt;10. her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;11. scared me into making the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;12. puts a roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;13. helped buy my car.&lt;br /&gt;15. paying for my collage.&lt;br /&gt;16. she is kind.&lt;br /&gt;17. she giving me a senior party.&lt;br /&gt;18. everyone say i look like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-2188238703678487449?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/2188238703678487449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=2188238703678487449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2188238703678487449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2188238703678487449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/02/mom.html' title='mom'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-4079595857117230078</id><published>2009-02-20T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:17:17.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes of a monkie</title><content type='html'>I sat perched on a branch near to the monkie of my dreams she sat  there munching  on her benanna. I played the cool guy I am and made a really impressive swing form the branch I was on landing perfectly on the branch next to her. I looked over to see her reaction only to see that she had not even been looking my way. I sighed in fustration. She had been beneding over to pick another benanna from the branch below her. This time making sure she could see me I quicly tried to swing back to the branch I had swung from but, would you belive that I grabed the wrong vine and it snaped into causing me to fall on my butt! I was so embaressed. I just knew she was going to make fun of me but to my surprise she came to my aide and we have been friends for a long time. That was the first day I met her 3months ago now we are starting a family of our own. So how did you meet the love of your life? I bet it was not as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-4079595857117230078?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/4079595857117230078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=4079595857117230078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4079595857117230078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4079595857117230078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/02/eyes-of-monkie.html' title='The eyes of a monkie'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-5951039214564080932</id><published>2009-02-20T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:00:13.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute shocking story :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Title --&gt;                                                           &lt;div class="SectionTitleContent"&gt;                   &lt;h1 id="titleWrapper" class="heading"&gt;Jeffro1947 Blog&lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;h2 class="heading"&gt;             Timely Human Interest Story!! A must read!!             &lt;span class="CommonRateControlReadOnly" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_tr_tr_tr_ctl00_ctl00_WeblogPostRating1" title="Rated Excellent [5 out of 5]."&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-left-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-right-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-left-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-right-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-left-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-right-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-left-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-right-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-left-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mycolts.net/Themes/MyColts/images/common/star-right-on.png" style="border-width: 0px;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input value="5" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_tr_tr_tr_ctl00_ctl00_WeblogPostRating1_Value" type="hidden"&gt;         &lt;/h2&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                                                          &lt;div class="BlogPostDetails"&gt;                 &lt;div class="BlogPostDetailsRow"&gt;                     Posted                     &lt;a href="http://www.mycolts.net/blogs/jeffro1947_blog/archive/2009/01/24/timely-human-interest-story-a-must-read.aspx"&gt;01-24-2009&lt;/a&gt;                     by                     &lt;a href="http://www.mycolts.net/members/Jeffro1947/default.aspx"&gt;Jeffro1947&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div class="CommentPostedMessage"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;    Before reading all the way to the end of this wonderful story, about half way through the story, start guessing who this story is about!! You may or may not be surprised!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; THE STOCK BOY&lt;br /&gt;&gt; AND&lt;br /&gt;&gt; THE CHECKOUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In a supermarket, ? the stock boy, was busily working&lt;br /&gt;&gt; when a new voice&lt;br /&gt;&gt; came over the loud speaker asking for a carry out at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; register 4.  ?  was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; decided to answer the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile&lt;br /&gt;&gt; caught his eye, the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; new check-out girl was beautiful.  She was an older woman&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (maybe 26, and he was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; only 22) and he fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; punch clock to find&lt;br /&gt;&gt; out her name. She came into the break room, smiled  softly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at him, took her card&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and punched out, then left.  He looked at her card,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BRENDA.  He walked out only&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to see her start walking up the road.  Next day, he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; waited outside as she left&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the supermarket, and offered her a ride home. He looked&lt;br /&gt;&gt; harmless enough, and she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; accepted.  When he dropped her off, he asked if maybe he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; could see her again,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; outside of work.  She simply said it wasn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He pressed and she explained she had two children and she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; couldn't afford a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Reluctantly she accepted&lt;br /&gt;&gt; his offer for a date for the following Saturday.  That&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Saturday night he arrived&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at her door only to have her tell him that she was unable&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to go with him. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which ? simply&lt;br /&gt;&gt; said, "Well,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; let's take the kids with us."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She tried to explain that taking the children was not an&lt;br /&gt;&gt; option, but again not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; taking no for an answer, he pressed.  Finally Brenda,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; brought him inside to meet&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her children.  She had an older daughter who was just as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cute as a bug, Kurtis thought, then Brenda brought&lt;br /&gt;&gt; out her son, in a wheelchair.  He was born a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; paraplegic with Down Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ? asked Brenda, "I still don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the kids can't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; come with us?"  Brenda was amazed. Most men would run&lt;br /&gt;&gt; away from a woman&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with two kids, especially if one had disabilities - just&lt;br /&gt;&gt; like her first husband&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and father of her children had done.  ? was not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ordinary - - - he had a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; different mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; That evening ? and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dinner and the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; movies. When her son needed anything ? would take care&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of him.  When he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; needed to use the restroom, he picked him up out of his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheelchair, took him and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; brought him back.  The kids loved ?.  At the end of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the evening, Brenda&lt;br /&gt;&gt; knew this was the man she was going to marry and spend the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; rest of her life&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; A year later, they were married and ? adopted both of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her children. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Since then they have added two more kids.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So what happened to Kurtis the stock boy and Brenda the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; check-out girl?  Well,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1232803703_79" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Kurt Warner&lt;/span&gt; now live in &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1232803703_80" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Arizona&lt;/span&gt; , where he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is currently employed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as the quarterback of the &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1232803703_81" class="yshortcuts"&gt;National Football League&lt;/span&gt; Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cardinals and has his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cardinals in the hunt for a possible appearance in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1232803703_82" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Super Bowl&lt;/span&gt;.  Is this a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; surprise ending or could you have guessed that he was not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It should be noted that he also quarterbacked the Rams in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1232803703_83" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Super Bowl XXXVI&lt;/span&gt;. He has also been the NLF's Most&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Valuable Player twice and the Super Bowl's Most Valuable&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-5951039214564080932?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/5951039214564080932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=5951039214564080932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5951039214564080932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5951039214564080932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-shocking-story.html' title='cute shocking story :)'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-1196500898461283547</id><published>2008-12-12T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:25:57.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Molly sat on the couch wondering what she would write to Santa this year but, she had everything she could ever ask for so she thought and then she came to the conclustion that she would give this year rather then get. Walking to the store she noticed a little boy and his mom looking in the store the little boy was looking at a plastic horse with antlers the boy look so sad that Molly felt really bad for the little boy when the mother told him that they could not afford to buy it. So Molly followed the boy and mom home to there house then she ran back to her mother and told her what she saw so Molly's  Mother smiled at her and told her that they would help the family out so they went back to the store to get the plastic hourse but, they had all been sold out so Molly and her mother went home sad. That Night Molly wrote a note to Santa saying she did not want anything but for that small boy and mom to have a good Christmas. The days went by till it was Christmas day. Molly ran down the stars to the tree to find it empty she smiled she know Santa had to have gave her Chritsmas wish when she heard a noise form out side she looked out to see a hourse a reail hourse with antlers to she walked over to it to find a note that read Dear Molly,&lt;br /&gt;         I am very proud of you for what you have done I would like for you to give them the gift presonly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Love Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly took the hourse to the little boy and his mom but, they had no place for her to stay so Molly mom said that they would keep it at there house and the little boy whose name was Tommy could come over as much as he likes to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;img src="file:///Users/twillie/Desktop/NeumayerWilbur2007_119.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-1196500898461283547?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/1196500898461283547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=1196500898461283547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/1196500898461283547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/1196500898461283547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/12/molly-sat-on-couch-wondering-what-she.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-5806757943988668034</id><published>2008-12-12T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:59:54.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room 101</title><content type='html'>My room 101 would be a room full of spiders!!&lt;img alt="http://guides.gamepressure.com/piratesofthecaribbeanlegendofjacksparrow/gfx/word/434941453.jpg" src="http://guides.gamepressure.com/piratesofthecaribbeanlegendofjacksparrow/gfx/word/434941453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-5806757943988668034?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/5806757943988668034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=5806757943988668034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5806757943988668034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5806757943988668034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-room-101.html' title='My Room 101'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-8966742005613034867</id><published>2008-11-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:12:05.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>1.stuffing&lt;br /&gt;2.broccoli and cheese&lt;br /&gt;3.mac &amp;amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mash potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten reason I love thanksgiving is because 1. I see my family,2.I see my friends,3. I get to sleep in late,4. No school, 5.I get to go see Twlight for the 2nd time,6. I get to spend time with my grandmaw,7. I get to eat all my favorite food,8. spend more time with my aunt Pam,9.Go to my old school,and ,1o see my old teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-8966742005613034867?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/8966742005613034867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=8966742005613034867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/8966742005613034867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/8966742005613034867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-7981575258925196359</id><published>2008-11-21T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:14:45.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Packed your Parachute"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Six people who have "packed My parachute" at some point in my life are Ally,mom,Brtt,Memaw,Orlando,and Shaun. Out of those six,I choose  to dedicate today's post to My Memaw (RIP).They are so important to Me because they are always there when I need them and  they have "packed your parachute". In there own way My friends Ally,Britt,and Orlando help me to get up each morning to keep my head high and be myself. My family Mom,Shaun,and Memaw give me the courage I need to make the write choices and no who my friends are they give me all my morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-7981575258925196359?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/7981575258925196359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=7981575258925196359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7981575258925196359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7981575258925196359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/11/packed-your-parachute.html' title='&quot;Packed your Parachute&quot;'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-7238140683758343288</id><published>2008-11-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:09:38.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy</title><content type='html'>I got my dog yesterday and I am so happy but I think she is sick. Last night she slept with me and she got more sleep then I did. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-7238140683758343288?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/7238140683758343288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=7238140683758343288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7238140683758343288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7238140683758343288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/11/puppy.html' title='puppy'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-207999644646453112</id><published>2008-10-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:53:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oct 31</title><content type='html'>I think that it was silly to band that because today is to be scary and Hitller is one of the most scariest thing to ever live but, in personal thought I think it is a good idea.  I do not like anything about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-207999644646453112?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/207999644646453112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=207999644646453112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/207999644646453112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/207999644646453112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct-31.html' title='oct 31'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-2384808549576780543</id><published>2008-10-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:45:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-2384808549576780543?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/2384808549576780543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=2384808549576780543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2384808549576780543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/2384808549576780543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct.html' title='Oct'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-3906965097600541418</id><published>2008-10-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:35:36.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Rhodes</title><content type='html'>I do not know him but I hope he had a fun birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-3906965097600541418?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/3906965097600541418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=3906965097600541418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/3906965097600541418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/3906965097600541418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/10/coach-rhodes.html' title='Coach Rhodes'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-933892653485346099</id><published>2008-10-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:58:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>One day in this little town called Patty  a sad little boy by the name Orlando (the beaner) was walking home after the evil Johnnayy stole his laptop Orlando looked so sad that when he past the super hero Edger the hero stopped what he was doing to come to Orlando's aid after finding out why he was so sad Edger ran to the evil Johnnayy and forced him to give the computer back.&lt;br /&gt;                   THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-933892653485346099?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/933892653485346099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=933892653485346099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/933892653485346099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/933892653485346099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/10/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-1870065694328383731</id><published>2008-10-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:34:40.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>sigh... sigh</title><content type='html'>I have been really tired lately because I have been sick. I get paid today so I get more books:) but I have to order them it stinks. I have to wait till Monday to order them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-1870065694328383731?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/1870065694328383731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=1870065694328383731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/1870065694328383731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/1870065694328383731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh-sigh.html' title='sigh... sigh'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-4323183096302498494</id><published>2008-09-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:43:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons I love friday!</title><content type='html'>1: Last day of school before  weekend.&lt;br /&gt;2: They have football games every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;3: I can talk to my friends from La on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;4: I can stay the night at a friends house.&lt;br /&gt;5: I don't have to go to work when we have home games.&lt;br /&gt;6: I love going to rally's at school.&lt;br /&gt;7: Be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;8: Hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;9: Go to parties.&lt;br /&gt;10: Write in my Blog for English class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-4323183096302498494?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/4323183096302498494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=4323183096302498494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4323183096302498494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/4323183096302498494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-reasons-i-love-friday.html' title='10 reasons I love friday!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-7490004268798808230</id><published>2008-09-12T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:08:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.....</title><content type='html'>To day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;!! I can't wait for the game to night I hope it is not canceled because I am off to night :)!!! The last game I got there 6mins before the game was over because I had to work... I have so much home work :( !! I am reading a good book called "boys that bite" and I finished a book that was really good but I don't no the name of  the book I forgot it but it was so good!!! (booth books are vampire books from the school :) you should read them)(PS. YOU HAVE TO READ STEPHANY MYIERS (SP) BEST VAMP. EVER :)!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-7490004268798808230?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/7490004268798808230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=7490004268798808230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7490004268798808230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/7490004268798808230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='sigh.....'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-5321216885897454215</id><published>2008-09-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:50:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>To day I have to work but hopefully I can go to the movie thing :P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-5321216885897454215?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/5321216885897454215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=5321216885897454215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5321216885897454215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/5321216885897454215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826916540430487189.post-761744963075025039</id><published>2008-08-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:00:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of senior year</title><content type='html'>My first week of my senior year has been going good I have made good friends.  I was a little scared about coming here because i have never lived away from all my family before but, when I got here it was fine the teachers were nice and the friends I made was grate so it is all going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826916540430487189-761744963075025039?l=xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/feeds/761744963075025039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826916540430487189&amp;postID=761744963075025039' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/761744963075025039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826916540430487189/posts/default/761744963075025039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtaraxisxjustxtara.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-week-of-senior-year.html' title='1st week of senior year'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218089153908480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
