<?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-3618248125626000202</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:17:00.463-07:00</updated><category term='Journal'/><category term='Gangs.'/><category term='roots'/><category term='anger video'/><title type='text'>Kendra's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-4149479116964205292</id><published>2010-06-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:08:30.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Wife</title><content type='html'>The farm wife I read about, wanted to be a teacher and loved to read. Her husband who does not read, does not agree with her reading as well. She got a teaching certificate and planned to go from there to be a teacher but ended up marrying a farmer. He would tell her that when she reads it is taking time away from them visiting together. She decided to limit her reading and try to just read when hes not around. Being a farm wife is an ongoing task, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; always something to do. Her and her husband were married for a few years till they had children. As soon as the children came in that just meant there were more things to do. She would begin her day at 4:30 by making food for the family and making sure things were neat before she would go outside to the garden to pick a few flowers to place in her hair. From there she had a quite busy schedule that would last till 9:00 and when that time hit she was reading while the children and her husband were in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-4149479116964205292?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4149479116964205292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4149479116964205292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4149479116964205292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-wife.html' title='Farm Wife'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-2794766245830505107</id><published>2010-06-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:24:53.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War.</title><content type='html'>To be honest I have not the slightest idea on the revolutionary war. What was it about? I can tell you it was about fighting and probably winning. When was it? My best guess is a long time ago. I know I've heard of it during middle school but I didn't attend long enough to pay attention or remember anything. Revolutionary sounds intense to me so I'm guessing it was a big deal as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-2794766245830505107?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2794766245830505107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/06/war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2794766245830505107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2794766245830505107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/06/war.html' title='War.'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-1945729281877981561</id><published>2010-05-27T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:25:58.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Would Like To See In Group</title><content type='html'>To be honest... I'm not the kind of person that likes to plan or know whats ahead of me. I rather just go with the flow and expect the unexpected. If I know whats going on than it's not going to be interesting to me. So for class and group I'm just fine with the way it is. If I was to choose on what I would like to learn about in class/group, it would be anything that is not boring or sad like, when it comes to reading I much rather read about something exciting and would keep me interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-1945729281877981561?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1945729281877981561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-would-like-to-see-in-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1945729281877981561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1945729281877981561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-would-like-to-see-in-group.html' title='What I Would Like To See In Group'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-2029596196939027525</id><published>2010-05-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:41:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I believe</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe that love truly is something you can live without, but can't be honestly happy without it either. Love a is very strong and powerful feeling. The way I see it, you can't always live with it and you can't always live without it, so in my best words it's just confusing. I do believe everybody is different though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a couple who is a good example. The guy is almost forty years old and is married. He had one child with his wife, has four kids total, and is living as the homeless. They decided together they only wanted to focus on themselves and live how they want right now and are very happy with that. This man has risked everything he has ever had going for him for a young woman who could be my sister. All because he loves her and has definitely proven that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is almost forty years old with four kids as well and has never been married. She told me she doesn't ever see herself getting married and she is more than OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people do really crazy things for love. I've known an older woman who was married to her husband for over forty years. Her husband passed away and she got a boyfriend a year later. That is what made her happy until this day though. In my personal opinion some people out there should learn to not care and go with what makes them happy as long as it's healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be sad, incredible, confusing, hard, easy or just down right not important to some, but it's there and always will be. I believe love is the best way to happiness. It doesn't have to just be in a spouse, it can be with family, friends, or even a stranger in need of help. I believe love will always be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-2029596196939027525?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2029596196939027525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2029596196939027525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2029596196939027525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-i-believe.html' title='This I believe'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-4858454979044578132</id><published>2010-05-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:39:35.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer, in my opinion, is the best time of the year. Winter is depressing, fall is pretty and boring, spring is nice but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when all the allergies kick in. Summer is the time where you can bar-b-q while in a bathing suit, go to the beautiful beach and enjoy the ocean, go swimming twelve o'clock at night with friends, and don't forget the best of all... camping for more than one night! Haha, and it's the skirt, shorts, and dresses weather. Summer can get old pretty fast as soon as it gets to hot so good thing it's not year round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-4858454979044578132?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4858454979044578132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4858454979044578132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4858454979044578132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-1243018814638350538</id><published>2010-05-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:34:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe freedom is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;. You can go to any other country and find very harsh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beliefs and people who can do just about anything to you. I don't know a whole lot about other countries, but I do know that what we have, is by far a privilege. Yes, we have restrictions as children, young adults, and adults, but we can choose to go to school and work, choose who we want to marry, etc. In order to drive you either have to finish your education or wait till you are eighteen. So we have many good things but we do have to earn most of it, and it can take a little work. I would label all this as a privilege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-1243018814638350538?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1243018814638350538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1243018814638350538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1243018814638350538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-6573764973742523836</id><published>2010-05-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:33:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>I believe racism is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; still around. I see it pretty much everywhere, and with people I know. Racism must be the new cool thing cause I have quite a mix of f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; who pick on each other all the time about one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; skin color. They are all cool with it too, they talk about it and have fun with it all the time. If I was ever in a situation where somebody was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt; and another was being racist I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;most likely&lt;/span&gt; step up and say something. Most people come to America or just live here, to be free and have more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;, not deal with people like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-6573764973742523836?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6573764973742523836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/racism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6573764973742523836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6573764973742523836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-5501926839293428893</id><published>2010-05-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:36:31.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plan</title><content type='html'>This weekend I plan to go camping. My boyfriend, his friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;, and I are leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning. We are going to bring the fishing gear and bait. We might even bring some items to shoot at things. My boyfriend just recently bought a jeep, it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of power and is a very nifty vehicle, so I'm sure we might find a little area to tear up some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mud&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty excited and I'm sure the guys can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-5501926839293428893?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/5501926839293428893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/5501926839293428893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/5501926839293428893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-plan.html' title='Weekend Plan'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-4288356186537424431</id><published>2010-05-05T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:37:54.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>When it comes to me and people that need help or are just having a hard time, I intend to have a big heart about it. Family always comes first for me and if they need help I'm there. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pity,&lt;/span&gt; though. I believe there's only so much you can do for another till they just have to learn on their own. I think the most important thing you can do for one who is having a hard time, is just support them, help them as much as you can, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; them that it's going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-4288356186537424431?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4288356186537424431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4288356186537424431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4288356186537424431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-9022133654934724792</id><published>2009-03-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:09:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bedroom</title><content type='html'>My bedroom is pretty original. It has random paintings on the wall, like the year my grandpa was born and died along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt; from friends and family. There is drawings of monkeys and hearts, signatures from my sisters friends and mine, and a couple of favorite sayings from my sister and I. Clothes are usually everywhere, mainly on the floor. I have two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TVs&lt;/span&gt; in my room. One that sits on a cute little glass TV stand, and another that sits on a huge entertainment center. The one that sits on the glass stand doesn't work, therefore there are always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; around it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; that works stands in front of my queen size bed. My bed lays right by the window, and the dresser is right by the bed. By the dresser is a coffee table with a body mirror standing on it, and by the table is an old shelf that looks like it was handmade. There are pictures of all my friends and family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the walls along with drawings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-9022133654934724792?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/9022133654934724792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/9022133654934724792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/9022133654934724792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bedroom.html' title='My bedroom'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-5715427096180657874</id><published>2009-02-26T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:46:40.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2. The coach thanked the entire swim team.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best feature of that car?&lt;br /&gt;4. After years of dry weather, the farmers hoped for rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is the movie theater on this street?&lt;br /&gt;6. At the trial, the judge spoke.&lt;br /&gt;7. We thought we could save time by taking a shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;8. Some of the litter in the beach is made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;9. Shala invited her friends to her house for a party.&lt;br /&gt;10. Our town is building a skateboard park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-5715427096180657874?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/5715427096180657874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/5715427096180657874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/5715427096180657874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-7305265205201778348</id><published>2009-02-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:04:27.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gangs.'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>I live around gangs. They are everywhere.More than half of my friends are in gangs, and they're all different to. I honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get why gangs are even around. I saw an old friend I hadn't seen in awhile, I went to shake his hand but he didn't have any. He said they got chopped off...he had some "friends" that wanted him to join they're gang. He said no and they chopped off his fingers and jumped him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they thought he would rat them out or something. He was even a good student in school and from what I knew drug free. I think gangs are going to ruin this country. The more gangs, the more hate. My advice to anyone that is in a gang, get out of it while you can and just grow up and learn to live a real life. I manage just fine not being in a gang, and my friends are all equal when they step in my house. I think if gang members can manage that than they can manage not being in one. In order to be a true friend you shouldn't have to be in a gang...just be a true friend. If you like fighting so much than get into boxing or ufc fighting or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-7305265205201778348?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/7305265205201778348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/7305265205201778348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/7305265205201778348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal_25.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-4853333148251833856</id><published>2009-02-23T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:37:02.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear book report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Touching&lt;/span&gt; Spirit Bear is about a guy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt; who made a lot of mistakes in his past. Pretty soon he ended up smashing a boy named Peters face into the cement and nearly killing him. He had the option to rather go to prison or on an island of isolation for one year and he chose the island. First time going there he experienced a near death situation with a bear and for once he was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this book was pretty awesome. He goes from this head strong nobody can tell me what to do attitude, to almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; forcing himself to change his thinking, actions and feelings. As a fifteen year old kid with his kind of past its hard to just change like that.He did it though. Peter also eventually forgave him,as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forgave &lt;/span&gt;himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to any young and angry teenager who is lost and stupid. It helps open your eyes and realize things that need to be learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-4853333148251833856?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4853333148251833856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/touching-spirit-gear-book-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4853333148251833856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/4853333148251833856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/touching-spirit-gear-book-report.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear book report'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-2903930855330025525</id><published>2009-02-11T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:38:51.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>Well if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt; totally changed his attitude and anger problem, than i would want to see him.Only to forgive him and and ask if he learned his lesson.Something like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt; did to peter was to happen to me, I would just want to forgive him.It would be extremely hard but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all you can really do in situations like that.Forgive..but never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-2903930855330025525?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2903930855330025525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2903930855330025525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2903930855330025525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-6656228085469457660</id><published>2009-02-05T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:18:41.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My anger skit</title><content type='html'>call mom and ask for money she says no i freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mom can i borrow some money?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;really..dont expect me to come home or do chores and dont even call me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldve just said ok and handled it like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-6656228085469457660?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6656228085469457660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-anger-skit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6656228085469457660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6656228085469457660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-anger-skit.html' title='My anger skit'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-2814984549709432045</id><published>2009-02-04T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:57:50.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger video'/><title type='text'>Anger video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt; could have had a better attitude about the situation he was in.He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could have &lt;/span&gt;just been patient with them or ask to talk to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt; and ask the manager whats going on.If he got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impatient&lt;/span&gt; for that just hangup, rethink on what to say and call back.Let them know your tired of talking to them every month about it and you would like to just settle what needs to be settled...in a nice matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-2814984549709432045?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2814984549709432045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/anger-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2814984549709432045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2814984549709432045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/anger-video.html' title='Anger video'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-3752890962763776236</id><published>2009-02-03T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:59:42.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roots'/><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>dict-say&lt;br /&gt;dictater,dictionary,predict,dictate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrib,script-write&lt;br /&gt;scripture,describe,inscribe,scribble,prescription,manuscript&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud-hear&lt;br /&gt;audience,audio,auditorium,audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psych-mind&lt;br /&gt;psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ped-foot&lt;br /&gt;peddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man-hand&lt;br /&gt;manicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit at my desk going through the dictionary, and trying to describe the word auditorium I realize it's really not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scop-see&lt;br /&gt;microscope,telescope,scope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spec-see&lt;br /&gt;spectacular,spectater,inspect,spectacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vid-see&lt;br /&gt;video,evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terr-land&lt;br /&gt;territory,terrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar-sea&lt;br /&gt;marine,maritime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo-earth&lt;br /&gt;geography,geology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was studying my geography while sitting in the submarine, I realized that we hit a territory I did not recognize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-3752890962763776236?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3752890962763776236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/3752890962763776236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/3752890962763776236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-6751483981501735038</id><published>2009-01-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:06:24.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there were one thing that I would keep if I had to give away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I own, it would be my books. I would keep my books because they help me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; into another world.I l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt; to read and forget about all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awhile.&lt;/span&gt; I also like to curl up with a blanket, I like to turn on some music, and like to read for hours. If I cant have all the other stuff I atleast would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to have is some books to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-6751483981501735038?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/6751483981501735038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-were-one-thing-that-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6751483981501735038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/6751483981501735038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-were-one-thing-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-1842912641107365347</id><published>2009-01-28T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:44:55.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>If I had to get rid of all my stuff and keep one item, I would keep my camera. My uncle passed it on to me for my sixteenth birthday. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; an old fashioned one. It takes like ten minutes to put the whole thing together. The reason why I would keep it is because its been passed on from family member to family member. In my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; its the one thing I can do that will help me escape the world and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-1842912641107365347?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1842912641107365347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/journal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1842912641107365347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/1842912641107365347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-2952620219685716269</id><published>2009-01-27T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:58:56.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>Man-hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manicure, manual, manufacture, manuscript&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ped-foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal, pedestrian, pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psych-mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phsychologist, psychic, psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get a pedicure along with a manicure at the nail salon, while talking to a psychic on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-2952620219685716269?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2952620219685716269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2952620219685716269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/2952620219685716269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618248125626000202.post-976084518872627344</id><published>2009-01-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:42:57.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes to blogging I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; the time to do it, but I do know about it. I think it's a great way to voice your &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; and share ideas. Some people have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to say about many things but for some reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to voice it. I think blogging will help me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; with my typing, reading and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of course, &lt;/span&gt;voice my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618248125626000202-976084518872627344?l=kendrasblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/976084518872627344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-comes-to-blogging-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/976084518872627344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618248125626000202/posts/default/976084518872627344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendrasblog09.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-comes-to-blogging-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457405676401756915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vavg2s_p50/SYNoegGsaiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d51T7Kcw0vo/S220/Sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
