<?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-7236909918216736659</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:24:30.568-06:00</updated><category term='coming or going?'/><category term='Squirrels in the attic'/><category term='cows'/><title type='text'>In So Nota City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-2870871696786480597</id><published>2010-02-07T13:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:55:54.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just made a new blog. It is called small &amp;amp; simple. It is for my testimony, and things that I learn that I want to share.  I have one post up right now and I am hoping I will put up more soon. I don't get on here very much but maybe it will help me :D but go check it out its URL is http://sunshine-small-simple.blogspot.com .&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/7236909918216736659-2870871696786480597?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2870871696786480597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=2870871696786480597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2870871696786480597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2870871696786480597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-1029090422163868981</id><published>2010-01-24T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:31:08.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Junior Year so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So its a new semester at wonderful Logan High.  In which I went from an easyish semester to a hard one. Last semester, my delema was finding time to do the little I needed to do. This semester is getting everything done and understanding it. This semester it goes English, which I have friends in and I talk all the time(I am sure my teacher gets annoyed and feels bad for getting mad at this kid that I talked to a lot last semester. But he isn't in my class this semester) Seminary, I have a new seminary teacher that I think I like but the class is so quiet when he is in the room and everyone talks when he leaves. PFP 1050, it is a college class about personal financing. It's pretty boring but kind of interesting at the same time. It makes me realize how my financial status is and doesn't make me happy but hopefully I will just not worry about it. Pre calc, I have a new teacher that is the best math teacher in the school. I still have to stay after and get help but at least she helps me and I am not scared to stay after to get help. Crimson Colony, choir we are doing solo's and ensambles, kind of stressful but hopefully after that it will go back to normal. US History, is just a lot of busy work and I only have to worry about getting it done and studying a little for it. Its an easy class just a lot of  unnecessary work. Bio 1010, I love Biology, my teacher said that it is going to be a hard class to keep an A in. I love this science teacher he is my favorite. He yells at people all the time and some people dont like him for that fact. I accidentally went a little to far with being my sassy self and got him to swear at me. Not the funnest thing. It kind of killed my super hyper mood. But after an hour or so it came back. Ill just not talk to him as much and more to my neighbors :) I am trying out for musical next year and still need to find a monologue. I have a job at Cinefour and get paid 5.15 an hour. Which is not enough so I am on the look out for a job that pays at least minimum wage which is 7.25.   I am saving up for a car. it is  coming slowly but surely. At this rate it will take me till I am 30 to even get a cluncker car. So my hopes are toward getting a better job and learning to work more hours. My social life, I have a bunch of friends, but they are all busy with school activities or singing/dance things. So on weekends I am left to myself a lot. I play during the week with people but weekends kind of drag with homework and nothing to do but work.  Maybe I will pick up one of my hobbies again. I am also in the laurels presidency. Which sometimes has me doing a lot. This month I have conducted every Tuesday night, mutual. Given a talk on the 17th and just barely gave the lesson  today. When I am not doing all that stuff, I am talking to my family, on facebook, watching a movie by myself, or reading the scriptures. I just barley finished The Book of Mormon and gave it to my friend to read. I have gained a new testimony of the Gospel and have learned the mercy of our Heavenly Father.  I have tested out the seminary answers and have really found out that they work. Before I just said them, but now I know they work. Since I am done with reading the Book of Mormon I am reading Conference talks. The Gospel is amazing and makes me feel good. My mother is worried about my sleeping habits because I have been getting about 6-5 hours a night. She want me to start going to bed at 9:30 which might be a good idea. I am planning on going to Arizona in June for a month.  My friends are planning on playing with me and it will be a blast. I am also going to see my nieces and my sister. We will have fun. I am so ready for summer its not even funny :) Anywho that is whats been going on with my life.&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/7236909918216736659-1029090422163868981?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1029090422163868981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=1029090422163868981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1029090422163868981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1029090422163868981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-junior-year-so-far.html' title='My Junior Year so far'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-3444849296879205461</id><published>2010-01-24T13:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:44:07.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So a little bit ago I was reading my journal from when I was 12-13. Boy I was a character, I wrote down every detail and said things like "whats worse than walking home in the hot sun beating down on you, with a heavy backpack on your back and pieces of paper flying over your head". I never really knew why I kept a journal, but now I am super glad that I did because its way fun to read. When I was younger I always wanted to be 16, so I could drive, and date and have fun. But now that I am 16, all I want it to have fun, date, and have a car. I had it in my head that once your 16 its just a party all the time. It hasn't really changed all that much. My new goal is to learn how to work, and party later.  I need to learn discipline :) but when am I going to have the discipline to sit down and write a schedule... that is the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-3444849296879205461?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3444849296879205461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=3444849296879205461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3444849296879205461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3444849296879205461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-little-bit-ago-i-was-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-3581115322149691544</id><published>2009-02-27T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:40:37.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The ones highlighted are the ones I have done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii- Well I will have in exactly 32 days. I will have gone by April 1st my 16th birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;27. Ran a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in p&lt;/span&gt;erson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (pretty close)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible-I am working on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;89. Saved someone's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&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/7236909918216736659-3581115322149691544?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3581115322149691544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=3581115322149691544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3581115322149691544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3581115322149691544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things.html' title='Random things'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-4246751087568786790</id><published>2009-02-27T18:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:31:10.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groups reacting To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend Helaman, we talk about like everything. We can talk for like hours and hours at a time, over the phone or when it is just us. But I have realized that when we are in the car and his family is there I have the hardest time starting a conversation. At first I thought that I was losing my ability to talk to him, like maybe I was getting bored, but then I realized that I talked to him for forever just last night. So I thought about it for a little longer and realized that I don't know what to talk about with him when I know that his family will for sure comment on it. I talked to my cousin about it and she told me she does the same thing sometimes. But what I am getting at is that even if we act the same to each person we know we act differently when we are in groups, worrying about how people will react when they are with the other people in the group. Because sometimes when one person reacts a certain way other people tend to follow that persons reaction. Hmm I wonder who in his family I am worried about their reaction. I should figure it out.&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/7236909918216736659-4246751087568786790?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4246751087568786790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=4246751087568786790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4246751087568786790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4246751087568786790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2009/02/groups-reacting-to-you.html' title='Groups reacting To You'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-4146355008672972071</id><published>2009-02-27T18:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:31:52.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap Happy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The past few days I have been laughing at the most stupid, random things. I truly think my mind is getting bored, or I am getting sleep deprived, but I wake up happy and I look around me and see something that only I think is funny and start cracking up and people say "what is so funny?" I tell them and they look at me and tell me to calm down, that its not that funny and then they give me the look saying you are funny for laughing like that over something so stupid. I could be all by myself doing nothing and I could be laughing like someone did something that was funny(rolling on the ground, laughing). I really don't know what is going on with me. I am leaning more toward that I am sleep deprived, because I went to Salt Lake had a blast and then half way on the way back I fell asleep, on a loud bus, I slept like a rock didn't wake up till someone woke me up and then when they woke me up it was like wow there are things going on around me, weird. So if I catch up on my sleep I wonder if I will still be happy like I am now.  I am sure I wouldn't get as many headaches, maybe I should catch up on my sleep.&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/7236909918216736659-4146355008672972071?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4146355008672972071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=4146355008672972071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4146355008672972071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4146355008672972071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2009/02/slap-happy.html' title='Slap Happy??'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-2973959345887870552</id><published>2009-02-23T11:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:25:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation (that I don't have)</title><content type='html'>Finding a job so I can get my license right when I turn 16... Ok, so my life right now is very layed back and I am having a hard time motivating myself to even do my homework. Bad me. What I need to do is give myself a prize when I get everything done then I can have that prize. And I need a long weekend, once I am caught up then I have to motivate myself not to fall behind again. I need to get in the habit of using my time wisely. Right now I could be reading and catching up but no I am on here wasting my time... Oh but if you guys have any good job ideas for me that would be great :D I really want to drive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-2973959345887870552?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2973959345887870552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=2973959345887870552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2973959345887870552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2973959345887870552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-job-so-i-can-get-my-license.html' title='Motivation (that I don&apos;t have)'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-3242274829495810656</id><published>2009-01-12T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:37:43.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SWv-Nb_8YJI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Az6DQbNWwA/s1600-h/April+kissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SWv-Nb_8YJI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Az6DQbNWwA/s320/April+kissed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290601694084489362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Allen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Allen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;this is a picture of... well me in the middle. Andrew on my left and Helaman on my right. I just thought you might want to see this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-3242274829495810656?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3242274829495810656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=3242274829495810656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3242274829495810656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3242274829495810656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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/_sa8sooxRwIE/SWv-Nb_8YJI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Az6DQbNWwA/s72-c/April+kissed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-3517512793025041756</id><published>2008-11-26T07:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:50:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Test</title><content type='html'>I passed my drivers test. The one that you get your license with. And yes I have taken the written test you take it when you get your permit. So basically I just have to wait to get my license til April which is when I turn 16. I missed 11 points. I don't know if that is good or bad. But I could have missed 9 more and still passed. So today was just a little mile stone that I passed. My driving instructor lets us drive a little bit before the test and I went to practice parallel parking and about gave him a heart attack because I hit the wrong pedal. It was funny his arms went flialing(sp?). I laughed. I got to the brake before he did. :) Don't you just love driving stories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-3517512793025041756?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3517512793025041756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=3517512793025041756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3517512793025041756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/3517512793025041756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/11/driving-test.html' title='Driving Test'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-5643875212166519523</id><published>2008-11-25T16:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:39:26.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving break</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving break... Is kind of busy but when you really think about it its not. I am going driving tomorrow morning for my drivers test. (It scares me) At 6 to 7:30 in the morning. And then I go home and then I go back to observe at 10 to 11:30. And then I go home and then at 3 I go to swimming. And then the rest of my day is free. And then friday at 2:30 I go to the school practice and then I go to the Kent Concert Hall for forgotten Carols and then I stay there for a while. And then on saturday I go to the Kent Concert Hall for forgotten Carols. And then the rest of my break is free. So ya. Kind of busy but not. Hope you all have a happy thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-5643875212166519523?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5643875212166519523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=5643875212166519523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/5643875212166519523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/5643875212166519523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving break'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-4540630545323174418</id><published>2008-11-09T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:21:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcpp_4sEiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y1_ASSyNxaE/s1600-h/DSCI0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcpp_4sEiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y1_ASSyNxaE/s400/DSCI0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    I am a swimmer now. I just started this year. My favorite strokes are back and free style. At my last meet(this picture is not of my last meet) I did 50 free(Which means 50 meters freestyle) and my time was 30 seconds I took 3 seconds off from my normal and I got 2nd in my heat. For my back stroke I took 11 seconds off. For all those people who dont know anything about swimming that is a lot! I tied for 1st place in my heat. Which is also amazing because before I even went I was supposed to get 2nd to last. But tied for first :). I am very proud of myself. Except I disqualified because I accidentally did to many freestyle strokes to get into the wall to do my flip turn. Oh in the picture I am the one in the yellow cap. And I think I was doing 100 free. and for that i got 1:15. I love swimming.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-4540630545323174418?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4540630545323174418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=4540630545323174418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4540630545323174418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4540630545323174418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/11/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcpp_4sEiI/AAAAAAAAABI/Y1_ASSyNxaE/s72-c/DSCI0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-1044100271639068461</id><published>2008-11-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:04:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helaman as a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcmGIO9JLI/AAAAAAAAABA/8ANQR0z4zQA/s1600-h/DSCI0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcmGIO9JLI/AAAAAAAAABA/8ANQR0z4zQA/s400/DSCI0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   So this is the boy that looks like a a girl in the other picture. Ha ha so basically if he was a girl he would be goregous and he is goregous as a boy too. Ha ha my little brother thinks that Helaman looks funny in this picture but I think he looks goregous. I kind of hope Helaman never finds out that I have a blog. That could be bad. I posted these pictures just for Mindy, my sister. Mindy I hope you like it. :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-1044100271639068461?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1044100271639068461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=1044100271639068461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1044100271639068461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1044100271639068461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/11/helaman-as-boy.html' title='Helaman as a boy'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcmGIO9JLI/AAAAAAAAABA/8ANQR0z4zQA/s72-c/DSCI0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-6500745857822235039</id><published>2008-11-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:54:30.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helamina and Alan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcj1ESmi8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/3AZC-QL7204/s1600-h/DSCI0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcj1ESmi8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/3AZC-QL7204/s400/DSCI0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Helaman and April making faces on Halloween in their halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;          I am the boy on the right.  And Helaman is the girl on the left. I realized that a girl can have a lot of power over a guy. Yes I convinced him to be a girl for halloween. And he went through it all the high heels, the skirt, the hair and makeup. He now even knows what it is like to have hair go in your mouth and get stuck on your lips. Ha ha we had a way fun time.  If you cant even imagine what he looks like as a boy. I will put another picture of him as a  boy next. I am having a blast at Logan. I am pretty sure it was the best choice I ever made.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-6500745857822235039?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6500745857822235039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=6500745857822235039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6500745857822235039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6500745857822235039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/11/helamina-and-alan.html' title='Helamina and Alan'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/SRcj1ESmi8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/3AZC-QL7204/s72-c/DSCI0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-5455285857993781777</id><published>2008-08-25T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:17:11.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicproshop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.21freecounters.com/hit-110011-7.jpg" border="0" height="19" alt="magic tricks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.21freecounters.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.21freecounters.com/images/counter/7.jpg" height="15" width="48" alt="Free Hit Counters" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.21freecounters.com/stat.php?name=110011" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.21freecounters.com/images/stats/7.jpg" alt="stats" height="15" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicproshop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;magic tricks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-5455285857993781777?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5455285857993781777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=5455285857993781777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/5455285857993781777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/5455285857993781777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic-tricks.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-6203886615563249883</id><published>2008-08-25T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:11:20.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Attitude Changes Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I just barley started a new school. And on the first day I had about 8 good friends that I now hang out with like every day. And I started school on August 20, 2008. And today is the 25th. And I am loving my new school. Of course I chose to go to a different school. My first try was the most horrible day of my life. In 8th and 9th grade I didn't have very many friends. But that is because I chose to hate that school. Not only the school but everything about the state. And to my friends I was just the person who hated everything and if I had had the choice I wouldn't even be there. But when I went to this new school I went with a good attitude. I made the choice to like the school. To make friends and start my life over. I loved the first day and I loved the second day and the next day and the next. I have so many friends. And hope that I make friends with everyone at the school. I cant remember like anyones names but... that does not stop me from being able to interact with other people. I will be walking to any of my classes and just start talking to random people. And have a conversation. I have been getting very good at beginning conversations with people I dont know.  And I hope it wont just be with someone I dont know I kind of hope that I will be able to remember everyones names and be the kind of person that says hi to everyone and cant say hi to everyone becuase i know to many. When I was in 7th grade I used to just hi to everyone that I knew.  And could never get enough time to say everyones name. I have a big future in front of me and want to make friends with the world. &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/7236909918216736659-6203886615563249883?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6203886615563249883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=6203886615563249883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6203886615563249883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6203886615563249883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-attitude-changes-everything.html' title='How Attitude Changes Everything'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-4714100531651981014</id><published>2008-06-19T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:25:36.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My mom is doing this contest thing. You can get a free book from it. So if you go to this website&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="1fhj"&gt;&lt;a href="http://terryall5.blogspot.com/2008/06/far-world-book-review-and-contest.html"&gt;http://terryall&lt;wbr&gt;5.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;2008/06/far-wor&lt;wbr&gt;ld-book-review-&lt;wbr&gt;and-contest.htm&lt;wbr&gt;l  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;then you can get a free book sorry i dont know how to fix this so have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-4714100531651981014?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4714100531651981014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=4714100531651981014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4714100531651981014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4714100531651981014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mom-is-doing-this-contest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-8507923777789504229</id><published>2008-06-19T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:15:26.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry i never finished my story. Maybe i will but most likely i wont.  Sorry if you are very against me not finishing tell me and maybe i will consider finishing it. :)&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/7236909918216736659-8507923777789504229?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8507923777789504229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=8507923777789504229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/8507923777789504229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/8507923777789504229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-i-never-finished-my-story.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-6333896532343941495</id><published>2008-02-21T19:07:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:59:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story ( I dont know what the real name should be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Do you want to hangout sometime?" Brock asked with his "beautiful smile" he uses on all the girls  that he wants to make out with. In his mind, that girls cute lets talk and make out. That girls ugly try to stay away from her. He thinks that since I am new to this school that I don't know him. I have spent months studying every student in the school. It wasn't hard, there are only 2,000 students. You see I'm not just some freak who has that much time on her hands. No i have a mission. What it is yet I do not know, but my agency throws you somewhere and then gives you the mission after your there for a week or two so you don't seem suspicious. I have learned that during the 2 weeks your there don't get involved with boys.&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, I don't have time," I said, "I have to finish a huge project." He gave me a puzzled look because it was the first day of school and we haven't even started school yet. Little did he know that I had to prepare for anything. I am 18 years old. And my name is Lily Parks. I am a secret agent for the TSS agency which stands for "Teens Secret Service". I have been in this since I was born...or since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt; My last mission was. One of the teachers were hiding an ostrige(sp?) in her classroom. I had to make up a way for it to die. Because  it was giving off weird diseases to the students. My agency thinks its safer if we have fake names my fake name this time is Cassandra Emissary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I am Walter Vendellen. I work for BTSS which stands for Better Teens Secret Service. I am to bring Lily Parks onto our side she is their best agent and we need her. So we can be the best. I really think this is rather stupid but if I don't  do this I get tortured! They hang me by my toes and tickle me. I know its lame but I hate it when the blood rushes to my head. I am 19 years old. You would think that I would be able to get away but I have fun on these silly little missions and have many fun experiences. I think this school is weird. But the weirder it is the more fun you can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I  cant believe that they put me in a swing dance class. They know I cant dance. Here is one class that I know I am going to fail. They are so mean, next time I talk to them... I don't know but I am not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Yes! Swing dancing class. I love swing dance class I get to show off my muscles! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Alright, time for class to start!" yelled Mr. Little. This guy is weird. What kind of teacher hangs rubber chickens all over his class room. One is hanging on the screen handle that pulls the screen down by its neck. Despite his name this guy is not little, he's so big I wouldn't be able to wrap my arms around him, he is so tall he could simply raise his arm and hit his elbow on the top of the door. This is not what I call a science class. "This chicken hanging by his neck means that I am in a baad mood," he spat with an incomprehensible expression on his face. "It is a warning sign that..." he cut off because a guy in the middle of the room laughed. The teacher glared at him. "Do you think its funny?" Mr. Little said in a challenging voice. The guy was quiet not sure what to say. Then a big grin went on Mr. Littles face and he started to chuckle. Then suddenly he frowned "Don't touch that you chicken toucher! No touching my chickens!" The guy turned around with a confused look like someone hit him for no reason. Then as i focused more on his face I immediately knew who he was. Not from studying but from previous years. It was Walter Vendellen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Stupid Mr. Little why can't I touch the stupid chicken. He doesn't know how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-6333896532343941495?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6333896532343941495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=6333896532343941495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6333896532343941495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/6333896532343941495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2008/02/story-i-dont-know-what-real-name-should.html' title='A story ( I dont know what the real name should be)'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-2710763468050058448</id><published>2007-12-08T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:54:16.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer in the road!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;WE ALMOST HIT A DEER!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today while we were coming home from Wal-Mart we almost hit a deer. My mom didn't see it and I thought she did. We didn't hit it luckily but I said, "MOM!!!" and covered my face. Let me tell you I did not want that deer in my face NO WAY! Luck our brakes worked. I hate the winter time. Especially since its cold and the deer need food so they come down here and then we see lots of them and almost run them over with our car. I hate the Winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-2710763468050058448?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2710763468050058448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=2710763468050058448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2710763468050058448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/2710763468050058448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/deer-in-road.html' title='Deer in the road!!!'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-5325053161396100497</id><published>2007-12-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:02:35.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming or going?'/><title type='text'>Coming or Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just a line to say, I'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That I'm not among the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;though I'm getting more forgetful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and mixed up in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I can't remember when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;stand in front of the stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;if I'm going up them for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;or just came down from there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I stand before the fridge so often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my poor mind filled with doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;have I put food away or have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I come to take some out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There are times when it is dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;with my night cap on my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't kknow whether I'm retiring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;or just got out of bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If it is my time to write you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;there is no need in getting sore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I may think that I have written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and don't wish to be a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So remember that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and wish that you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now it's time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;the mailman is drawing near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so here I stand before the mailbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;with my face an awful red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I didn't mail your letter, , , ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I opened it instead!&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/7236909918216736659-5325053161396100497?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5325053161396100497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-7586284920109597686</id><published>2007-12-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:42:27.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrels in the attic'/><title type='text'>Percy the Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm going to tell you about a squirrel named Percy. His name is Percy because he was a very persistent little guy. He would sneak into my grandmothers house through her mailbox its one of those mailboxes that are attached to your house so you don't have to go outside to get your mail. Well Percy was a very hungry little guy and so he would go into my grandma's house and find grapes on the kitchen table and he would peel the grapes and eat them. Well you can only guess how my mom and brother reacted when they went into the house and  found this starving little critter on the table eating grapes and leaving a mess of grape peelings on the table. With my mother screaming, "It's a squirrel!!" The squirrel jumped off of the kitchen table ran out of the room and into my grandma's bedroom. It took my mom and brother forever to get the squirrel out of the house and had to find a way to make sure the squirrel didn't come back in. My grandpa tried everything that you could think of to keep that squirrel out of his house. But the squirrel kept on trying. Percy even got to the point where he was trying to chew his way through the bathroom window screen. They (my grandparents) think that Percy is a she and that she had been living in their attic and was trying to get back to a nest of babies . But finally she gave up after 3 days. Poor little critter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-7586284920109597686?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7586284920109597686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=7586284920109597686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/7586284920109597686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/7586284920109597686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/percy-squirrel.html' title='Percy the Squirrel'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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-7236909918216736659.post-1555822664656842634</id><published>2007-12-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:37:25.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/R1oz8042pOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/881md5HiERI/s1600-h/CIMG0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/R1oz8042pOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/881md5HiERI/s320/CIMG0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7236909918216736659-1555822664656842634?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1555822664656842634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=1555822664656842634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1555822664656842634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/1555822664656842634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa8sooxRwIE/R1oz8042pOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/881md5HiERI/s72-c/CIMG0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236909918216736659.post-4378048337672320464</id><published>2007-12-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:53:26.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cows'/><title type='text'>Fields of Alfalfa in Your Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every single day I see cows,hear cows, smell cows, eat cows(not everyday but close enough). My mother bought half of a cow and it is in my freezer at this very minute(we have eaten some of it and sold some to my uncle but thats not the point). Sometimes in the middle of the night the cows freak out and moo a lot. But out in the middle of dairy land there are skunks and they smell really bad when you run them over. There are many little critters that get into your garbage scare you and jump in front of your car so you run into them and have to pay big amounts of money to fix it. Poor little or big animals that have to dodge cars their whole life. You may think that I'm some weird person that rambles about cows because they take over her life. But I have a point to make City people are not men't to share the same area with cows. You may hear many wildlife stories in this blog but you will also hear weird things that I have to go through in this Hick town that they call a city.&lt;br /&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/7236909918216736659-4378048337672320464?l=sonatacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4378048337672320464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7236909918216736659&amp;postID=4378048337672320464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4378048337672320464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7236909918216736659/posts/default/4378048337672320464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonatacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/fields-of-alfa-in-your-backyard.html' title='Fields of Alfalfa in Your Backyard'/><author><name>everyone's friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699717559524680923</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></feed>
