<?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-27990425</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:08:39.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo I've Been to the Year 3000</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-5766466013274093182</id><published>2008-11-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:58:41.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosby Show vs. Full House.</title><content type='html'>OK I am doing another vs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I like the Cosby show more than Full House (I bet that is going to be a shock to dad).  The first reason is it is more funny than Full House.  Second, it has Raven which is so much funnier than Joey.  Bill Cosby is funnier than all of them. So you can comment now.  Which show do you like better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-5766466013274093182?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5766466013274093182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=5766466013274093182' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/5766466013274093182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/5766466013274093182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/11/cosby-show-vs-full-house.html' title='Cosby Show vs. Full House.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-7761100076486339706</id><published>2008-11-02T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:08:36.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could have any super power what would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-7761100076486339706?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7761100076486339706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=7761100076486339706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7761100076486339706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7761100076486339706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-another-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-7319530420742330532</id><published>2008-10-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:51:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>The zoo was really fun.  Frist we saw tiny bats. They mostly flew.  Then we saw scaly snakes. They were slithering a lot. We saw fury otters that swam for a long time.  Then we saw big lazy crocodiles. They just layed there all day.  Then we saw small frogs. They just hopped on the wall and got stuck on the wall. Last we saw a black bear that just slept all day.  The zoo trip was really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-7319530420742330532?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7319530420742330532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=7319530420742330532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7319530420742330532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7319530420742330532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-6287661836807857671</id><published>2008-10-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:58:36.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2</title><content type='html'>chapter 2.  Fishy man was flying through the air on a skate board  he made.  Then he heArd a voice in the air.  It was a little  girl crying because her little kitty  was  in a tree.   So he went down to pick up the tree  and shake it so the  little  kitty  would be on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-6287661836807857671?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6287661836807857671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=6287661836807857671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6287661836807857671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6287661836807857671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-2.html' title='chapter 2'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-3764816080126931501</id><published>2008-10-07T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:31:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and water.</title><content type='html'>Q. If you were stranded on a deserted island  what  would  be  your drink  and  food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-3764816080126931501?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3764816080126931501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=3764816080126931501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3764816080126931501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3764816080126931501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-and-water.html' title='Food and water.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-4321896295143598078</id><published>2008-09-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:41:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of fishey man</title><content type='html'>chapter 1.  It was a dark and stormy night .  A scientist was up late working on an experiment.  It was a top secret mission.  But meanwhile by the shore was a little blue fish swimming.  The scientist went to pour some super juice into the trash by the beach.  But then he tripped and it fell in to the water and the fish swam through it. Weird things were happening to the fish. It started to do weird thinges.  So it jumped out of the water and began its adventure to stop crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-4321896295143598078?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4321896295143598078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=4321896295143598078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4321896295143598078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4321896295143598078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-of-fishey-man.html' title='the adventures of fishey man'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-3736121293112561550</id><published>2008-09-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:37:12.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fat Man and the Moon</title><content type='html'>Once there  was a man that wanted to go to space so he could eat the moon(he was a fat man).  So he made a rocket. He brought lots of crackers.  So he shot himself in space.  When  he was about to eat a bite he noticed that it wasn't cheese, it was rock.  So he went back to earth.  He was very mad that he wasted his money. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-3736121293112561550?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3736121293112561550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=3736121293112561550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3736121293112561550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3736121293112561550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/fat-man-and-moon.html' title='The Fat Man and the Moon'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-6561682362335749542</id><published>2008-08-22T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:11:57.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9j0yZjLdI/AAAAAAAABw0/NPQcPTspkuk/s1600-h/Marker+-+Blk+-+Scented.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9j0yZjLdI/AAAAAAAABw0/NPQcPTspkuk/s320/Marker+-+Blk+-+Scented.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237514650188459474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really  hate the sound of this marker.  It is a squeaky  sound and my dad said to day.hay anson do you like this sound(or something like that).  so I am going to ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                PS.I know what my mom is going to say ROACHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-6561682362335749542?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6561682362335749542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=6561682362335749542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6561682362335749542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6561682362335749542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-hate.html' title='What do you hate.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9j0yZjLdI/AAAAAAAABw0/NPQcPTspkuk/s72-c/Marker+-+Blk+-+Scented.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-6867289390131560100</id><published>2008-08-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:08:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnMdSO8NRI/AAAAAAAABv0/ZQlv2QXSNXE/s1600-h/menu_catFountainFavorites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnMdSO8NRI/AAAAAAAABv0/ZQlv2QXSNXE/s320/menu_catFountainFavorites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231437245650318610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't written in a long time so here I go. I am going to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. what do you get from sonic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please rite comments or I will cry my head off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-6867289390131560100?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6867289390131560100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=6867289390131560100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6867289390131560100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6867289390131560100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-havent-written-in-long-time-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnMdSO8NRI/AAAAAAAABv0/ZQlv2QXSNXE/s72-c/menu_catFountainFavorites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-4143142608747687127</id><published>2007-09-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:55:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar  Hero win's and it won bad</title><content type='html'>Guitar Hero wins.  The score was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero     20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Karaoke Revolution        9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for playing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-4143142608747687127?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4143142608747687127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=4143142608747687127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4143142608747687127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4143142608747687127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/09/guitar-hero-wins-and-it-won-bad.html' title='Guitar  Hero win&apos;s and it won bad'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-1490715744498287106</id><published>2007-09-04T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:02:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero vs Karaoke Revolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rt7E4PpbS0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Tzgy2DmoPt4/s1600-h/guitar_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rt7E4PpbS0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Tzgy2DmoPt4/s320/guitar_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106735498036726594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. Matt brought a game called guitar hero and we like it a hole bunch. Now I am going to tell you what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you what the colors are.  They are green, red, yellow, blue, and orange.   O.K. if you do easy you are going to have to press green, red, and yellow and there is going to be five circles at the bottom. And on medium you press the button to the right of the yellow button and if you are on hard you press the button to the right of the blue and if you are on expert you have to press all of the buttons and you have to press like three buttons at one time so if you need more information come to us and we will bring you to Matt and Erin's house O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rt7EofpbSyI/AAAAAAAAA04/5Gwg5et78To/s1600-h/PS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rt7EofpbSyI/AAAAAAAAA04/5Gwg5et78To/s320/PS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106735227453786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me get on to Karaoke Revolution. O.K. Charlie Apel let us borrow karaoke revolution and Matt, Erin, Brock, Megan, Chad, Mom, and Dad played it. Now I am going to tell you what you have to do O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you do is you have to sing at the right note and if you are on story mode you can get booed off but if you are on quick play you can not get booed off. On quick play you can win stuff but you have to have a PS2 and you have to have a controller to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have played these games which one is your favorite?  If you have not played them which one would you want to play the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must comment and when people stop commenting on my blog i am going to write what game wins so start commenting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-1490715744498287106?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1490715744498287106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=1490715744498287106' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/1490715744498287106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/1490715744498287106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/09/guitar-hero-vs-karaoke-revolution.html' title='Guitar Hero vs Karaoke Revolution.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rt7E4PpbS0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Tzgy2DmoPt4/s72-c/guitar_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-3282381517579772511</id><published>2007-06-07T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:53:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Few More Times to Relish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjRu-caDOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uiXbhCnldzE/s1600-h/shrug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjRu-caDOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uiXbhCnldzE/s320/shrug.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073535585199197410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been warned that at one point, kids stop saying funny things...you know...mixing up their words and things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The time is dawning for Anson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not only does he love being correct, he's so stinking smart and articulate that we've had very few of these moments in general as he has been growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As of now, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE when he means to say, "He misunderstood me," he says, "He mis-mistaked me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't help but hug him and cherish these times that are slipping by far too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This may be the last word he gets mixed up and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wanted to remember it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Such a precious boy.&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/27990425-3282381517579772511?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3282381517579772511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=3282381517579772511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3282381517579772511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3282381517579772511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-few-more-times-to-relish.html' title='So Few More Times to Relish'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjRu-caDOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uiXbhCnldzE/s72-c/shrug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-6834537021238960810</id><published>2007-04-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:45:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 The Picture that Came to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik0ah3gl-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fqA-7-qMIfI/s1600-h/magic+paintbrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik0ah3gl-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fqA-7-qMIfI/s320/magic+paintbrush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055629687072528354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Little Bo Peep and Mothia were going home, but then they forgot that their principal was still Super Light Bulb with a Diaper.  The next they met a boy with a magic pen, but they just remembered that their principal was still Super Light Bulb with a Diaper.  They still wanted their principal to be Super Light Bulb with a Diaper, so they asked the kid if they could borrow his pen.  Mothia said, "Ok, but take good care of it."  "We will take good care of it," said Mothia.  "Ok, you can have it," said the boy.   "Thank you" said Little Bo Peep and Mothia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they drew their principal on the wall and he came to life, so now there's a principal and Super Light Bulb with a Diaper that actually isn't the principal anymore.  They were now, two separate people.  So their problems were solved.  At least you think they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-6834537021238960810?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6834537021238960810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=6834537021238960810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6834537021238960810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6834537021238960810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-picture-that-came-to-life.html' title='Chapter 2 The Picture that Came to Life'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik0ah3gl-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fqA-7-qMIfI/s72-c/magic+paintbrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-1922393718022002265</id><published>2007-04-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:49:53.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bad Little Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rh0DOTeQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUg/3Xjk441Bx9M/s1600-h/alexwolf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rh0DOTeQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUg/3Xjk441Bx9M/s400/alexwolf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052197901259823042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ok, you think Little Red Riding Hood is the sweetest little girl and the wolf is just a big blobbidy mouth, but here's my view of the story...the wolf's view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ok, Little Red Riding Hood was walking in the woods.  Then she stopped.  She didn't want to go to her granny's house.  She wanted to bungie jump.  She meets me, the wolf, and has the nerve to ask me...."Can you take this basket to my grandma?  I want to bungie jump.  I don't want to go to my grandma's house, cause she's ugly."  See, she is not nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, she's bungie jumping, bungie jumping, bungie jumping and then while she's jumping, she dies cause she falls down onto the ground.  So, I gobble her up because you can't just waste food.  That's pooey.  So, I had to eat her.  I'm a wolf!  What do you think?  Wolves are supposed to eat vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So now I have this basket and I need to bring it to granny.  I knock on her door, but then a hunter sees me and assumes I'm the big bad wolf, out of the three little pigs, but I'm a different wolf.  He tries to shoot me, but instead he shoots granny and now granny is dead.  So, then I had to eat her up, cause you can't just waste food.  The hunter gets to the house, knocks on the door, then the door is open, so then he comes in, gets his gun and hits me in the head.  And I'm like, "What did you do that for?"  Then I'm knocked out.  He cuts me open.  Granny and Little Red Riding Hood, got out, but they were dead already.  So I had to have a lots and lots and lots and lots of stitches.  I was in the hospital for like 2000 years all because of a ratty kid I met in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I hope this clears this story that I am innocent!  The problem in the story is that Little Red Riding Hood is bad, not me.&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/27990425-1922393718022002265?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1922393718022002265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=1922393718022002265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/1922393718022002265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/1922393718022002265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-bad-little-red-riding-hood.html' title='The Big Bad Little Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rh0DOTeQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUg/3Xjk441Bx9M/s72-c/alexwolf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-4851479200269202064</id><published>2007-04-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:26:33.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhklwdbNqCI/AAAAAAAAATY/elueTEdUgXc/s1600-h/crown-of-thorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhklwdbNqCI/AAAAAAAAATY/elueTEdUgXc/s400/crown-of-thorns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051109971535439906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Friday, I know that Jesus died on the cross for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was buried, that he was raised, on the third day according to the scriptures.  That's a verse in the Bible.  It's in the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called Good Friday anyway?  I don't have no idea why on Earth it's called Good Friday.   On that day Jesus got beaten up, whipped and died on the cross.  Then they started making fun of him, put a big crown on him with thorns on him...and then he was dead.  The only reason why it is good is because he died on the cross for our sins so that we could go to heaven and we'll know how to live right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose again three days later.  Right now He's in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-4851479200269202064?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4851479200269202064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=4851479200269202064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4851479200269202064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4851479200269202064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-easter.html' title='What is Easter'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhklwdbNqCI/AAAAAAAAATY/elueTEdUgXc/s72-c/crown-of-thorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-4167608459631577706</id><published>2007-03-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:02:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If We Lived In Ancient Greece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rg8StKWCfPI/AAAAAAAAASY/IsOOEfPvk0g/s1600-h/parthenon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rg8StKWCfPI/AAAAAAAAASY/IsOOEfPvk0g/s320/parthenon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048274274385820914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today my parents told me we were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could either move to Athens or Sparta.  I could decide.   I picked Athens.     The reasons why I want to live in Athens is because there is a democracy, which means that there is a government ruled by people.  A democracy is cool because a democracy is more fair.  In Athens I would get really, really smart.  And, people are kind to women.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would NOT want to live in Sparta because you have to train when you are 7.  So, you miss your parents.  You go away to train.  They make you swim in freezing cold water, give you a tiny bit of food and you have to wrestle a lot.  I would miss my parents a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-4167608459631577706?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4167608459631577706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=4167608459631577706' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4167608459631577706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4167608459631577706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-we-lived-in-ancient-greece.html' title='If We Lived In Ancient Greece'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rg8StKWCfPI/AAAAAAAAASY/IsOOEfPvk0g/s72-c/parthenon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-6755792014447320205</id><published>2007-03-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:09:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Super Lightbulb With A Diaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgqTHaWCfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jf2JO4a-8QM/s1600-h/pretzel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgqTHaWCfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jf2JO4a-8QM/s320/pretzel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047008087962188946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy who liked to play jokes, crack pranks, and make comic books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The comic books were called The Adventures of Super Light Bulb with a Diaper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, there was a school called Wake Up San Francisco and Go Poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal was really, really, really, really stinky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then there was a kid named Little Bo Peep who had a friend named Mothia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then, Little Bo Peep went to the school that was called Wake Up San Francisco and Go Poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do so much practical pranks, and then the biggest one is putting diapers on their principal!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their principal’s name was Captain Stinky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They get in trouble, so, so, so, so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their principal got one of them to read the newspaper to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They find in the newspaper a Hyptno Pretzel!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They buy the Hyptno Pretzel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, they hypnotize their principal into Captain Light Bulb with a Diaper!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they say, “You will obey every command we say.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The command was “Little Bo Peep and Mothia are the best students ever.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When their principal woke up, he gave Little Bo Peep and Mothia a snack during class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thought they were the best kids ever.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s what you call a comedy people.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boo-ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-6755792014447320205?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6755792014447320205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=6755792014447320205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6755792014447320205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/6755792014447320205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/03/adventures-of-super-lightbulb-with.html' title='Adventures of Super Lightbulb With A Diaper'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgqTHaWCfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jf2JO4a-8QM/s72-c/pretzel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-3802327126313340188</id><published>2007-03-09T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T15:29:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHr8uuZQWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-MDqwDYyA4/s1600-h/anson+and+patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHr8uuZQWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-MDqwDYyA4/s400/anson+and+patrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040068886571598178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to the zoo with the Henrys.  The zoo was in Waco.  This is me and Patrick being silly.  He's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHrvuuZQVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j1jAA5YrlzI/s1600-h/throwing+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHrvuuZQVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j1jAA5YrlzI/s400/throwing+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040068663233298770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you see me?  I'm throwing up...just my throw up is invisible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHrI-uZQUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xn4BryN9bOk/s1600-h/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHrI-uZQUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xn4BryN9bOk/s400/drink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040067997513367874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's me and Patrick drinking our Capri Sun.  We needed a break, so we got a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHqz-uZQTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lGBX3GKKsTs/s1600-h/giraffe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHqz-uZQTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lGBX3GKKsTs/s400/giraffe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040067636736114994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a giraffe eating.  They have really tall necks.  They have really long tongues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHqkuuZQSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mQS3URN93Hc/s1600-h/elephants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHqkuuZQSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mQS3URN93Hc/s400/elephants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040067374743109922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's some elephants.  That is the biggest land animal in the world.  The biggest animal is the blue whale.  Elephants have big ears to cool themselves off.  Elephants are called pachyderms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We got to see Cheetahs and Harry Potter's owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It took a long time to get there, and I drove Mrs. Melodi crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The monkey on the tight rope wasn't out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/27990425-3802327126313340188?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3802327126313340188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=3802327126313340188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3802327126313340188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/3802327126313340188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RfHr8uuZQWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-MDqwDYyA4/s72-c/anson+and+patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-151107691533993374</id><published>2007-02-21T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:21:33.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rdy3s7sjVGI/AAAAAAAAANA/kHLhmkAuvME/s1600-h/lincoln3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rdy3s7sjVGI/AAAAAAAAANA/kHLhmkAuvME/s400/lincoln3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034100466060055650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I was President of the United States...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could only be President two times, which is 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would live in the White House.  I would bowl in the White House.  I would practice every day for eight years.  And I would be really good.  And when I was all done being president, I would be a pro bowler even though I would only be 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend the money on great stuff, which the money would be 250,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say video games must be $20, $10 or $5.  People have to make their own hamburgers and eat them every day.  Patrick has to try rice.  And Patrick has to eat cheese, too!  Well, he has to eat almost everything that's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get me a plasma TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say everyone had to get a plasma TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that everyone had to go to church everyday and if they didn't they would be thrown to the sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be 35 years old to be president, but if I was 7, I would have to pay lots and lots and lots of extra tax to get to be president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-151107691533993374?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/151107691533993374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=151107691533993374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/151107691533993374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/151107691533993374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-was-president-of-united-states.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rdy3s7sjVGI/AAAAAAAAANA/kHLhmkAuvME/s72-c/lincoln3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-4072097404606126949</id><published>2007-01-24T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:31:37.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfORjFfdTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5YD0RDWS20M/s1600-h/madagascar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfORjFfdTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5YD0RDWS20M/s320/madagascar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023710710226449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is a book.  Or else, why would I be writing a book review about a movie?  Huh?   The animals live in the New York Zoo.  What happens is Marty wants to go to the wild.  They get boxed up in crates...dusty old, poopy crates.  Poopy I didn't really mean.  Then something strange happens, really strange.  They get to AFRICA!  PARTY!!  Sorry people.  The characters in this book are Marty, the zebra, Alex, the lion, Gloria, the hippo, and Melman, the giraffe.  He's weird and he's a hypochondriac which means, you think there is always something wrong with you.  Alex doesn't like that they are in Africa.  They get their problems worked out and learn how to live in the wild.  I get $4 today.  $3 for book reports and $1 for saying ALL of the Old Testament books!  That's crack-a-lackin!&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/27990425-4072097404606126949?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4072097404606126949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=4072097404606126949' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4072097404606126949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/4072097404606126949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/01/madagascar-book-review.html' title='Madagascar Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfORjFfdTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5YD0RDWS20M/s72-c/madagascar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-8054399532552898793</id><published>2007-01-24T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:31:16.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur Accused Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfNRjFfdSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mxICrHwFtv8/s1600-h/arthur+accused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfNRjFfdSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mxICrHwFtv8/s320/arthur+accused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023709610714821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In this book Arthur gets accused of losing quarters.  Buster is being a detective.  Arthur isn't going to get to go to the picnic unless he finds the quarters in time.  Buster figured out that the quarters were in Mrs. McGrady's brownies!  Those were some rich brownies.  Get it?  I liked this book.  I like that Mark Brown makes these books.  He writes all three of his kid's names in the chapter books.&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/27990425-8054399532552898793?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8054399532552898793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=8054399532552898793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/8054399532552898793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/8054399532552898793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/01/arthur-accused-book-review.html' title='Arthur Accused Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfNRjFfdSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mxICrHwFtv8/s72-c/arthur+accused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-9160477560739832454</id><published>2007-01-24T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:14:49.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Witch and the Wardrobe Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfKFTFfdRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/07Q8KFiFWRQ/s1600-h/lion+witch+wardrobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfKFTFfdRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/07Q8KFiFWRQ/s320/lion+witch+wardrobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023706101726541074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I like Narnia.  This book was about Narnia.  The main characters in the book are Peter, Susan, Edmond and Lucy.  They all go to a house and find a wardrobe.  It's got cool stuff.  They were playing hide and go seek.  Lucy hid in the wardrobe.  She walked through coats.  Then, she was in Narnia.  The others go through the wardrobe too.  In Narnia Edmond goes to the White Witch.  I don't really know about him.  He seems kind of obnoxious.  The kids are trying to get to Aslan.  The problem in Narnia is that the White Witch rules.  She's made it only winter.  The White Witch makes Edmond a slave.  The law says that she can kill a slave unless someone takes their place.  Aslan takes his place.  Some time later, Aslan came back to life, just like Jesus.  Then they go to the White Witch and she dies.  Aslan defeats her.  Lucy becomes  a princess.  Edmond becomes a Knight.  Susan becomes Queen.  And you know what Peter is...King.  That's the only thing.  I think this book is kind of weird, but I really like it.  My favorite part of the book was the party after the White Witch died.  I want to read the rest of these.  Yeah baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-9160477560739832454?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9160477560739832454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=9160477560739832454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/9160477560739832454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/9160477560739832454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/01/lion-witch-and-wardrobe-book-review.html' title='Lion Witch and the Wardrobe Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RbfKFTFfdRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/07Q8KFiFWRQ/s72-c/lion+witch+wardrobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-7243684354595854588</id><published>2007-01-05T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:22:50.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZ7OHl0qOvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qhRQDurnt0Q/s1600-h/lost+tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZ7OHl0qOvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qhRQDurnt0Q/s320/lost+tooth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016673664744700658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got my tooth knocked out in the country, in Brenham at my Aunt Lynsey and Aunt Debbie's house.  You can find me there.  Not really.  I was running and I ran into a barb wire fence and got my tooth knocked out.  There was blood all over me.  Everyone took me inside and looked at my mouth.  I was feeling horrible.  I was screaming so hard, I give it a million thumbs down.  I did get calmed down.  Took a bath.  Got naked.  Talked to my mom.  Then I went outside and watched the fire works...and I also did some!  Now my other tooth is loose and it's about to come out.  I've been working on it ever since school started.  It got really loose in bed last night.  Because my mouth has been all swollen, I've been SLOBBERING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZ7NWF0qOuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T7l1iG_p7wI/s1600-h/sushi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZ7NWF0qOuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T7l1iG_p7wI/s320/sushi2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016672814341176034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I ate sushi!  How exciting is that!  I was wanting to do it.  I didn't really have a reason why.  I tried it, and I think everybody should eat it in the whole world.  It sort of tasted like rice.  I dipped it in soy sauce.  It was good.  I give it two chopsticks up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-7243684354595854588?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7243684354595854588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=7243684354595854588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7243684354595854588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/7243684354595854588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-new-things.html' title='Two New Things'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZ7OHl0qOvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qhRQDurnt0Q/s72-c/lost+tooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116527905092514079</id><published>2006-12-04T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:37:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5407/2953/1600/102648/name%20tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5407/2953/320/479406/name%20tag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chelsea is evil!  She tagged me.  That means I have to tell five things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my five things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been to Mexico four times in my life ... and I'm only seven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I really like organizing things.  I organize my Pokemon cards.  And I want to organize all the movies in our house to put them in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My favorite school subject is math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I really HATE the noise that a chip bag makes when you open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My first word was "duck."  I said "duck" when I was only six months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this game is called tag, I'll tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;My five people are: &lt;a href="http://allthingshendrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hayden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.derrickoliver.blogspot.com/"&gt;D.O.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mattgraham.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt Graham&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.capturedbylyns.com/"&gt;Aunt Lynsey&lt;/a&gt; (but she'll have to comment on my blog since she doesn't have a blog of her own.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116527905092514079?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116527905092514079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116527905092514079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116527905092514079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116527905092514079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116501130975236165</id><published>2006-12-01T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:15:42.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Have to Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5407/2953/1600/869175/Mayflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5407/2953/320/779750/Mayflower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In 1620 the Pilgrims set sail on the Mayflower.   The trip took 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The longest trip I've ever taken was 24 hours on a bus to Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If I were sailing for two months on the Mayflower, I would pack all these things in my suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Socks, underwear, my dog, Hayden (I would put him in a suitcase!), a computer, a TV with a DVD and VCR, Monster House, Nacho Libre, Wizard of Oz, A Wrinkle in Time, Captain Underpants books, Hank the Cowdog books, Narnia books, CD player, KJ52 CD, Underoath CD, Lecrae, my MP3 player, my xbox, a blanket, pillow, chex mix, vanilla wafers, root beer, Sprite, Capri Suns, juice, sweet tea and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hayden would pack, costumes, stuffed animals, game boy, his blanket, his CD player, his whole drum set, Lego Star Wars game, pop tarts, BBQ chips, tacos, sandwiches, coloring book, and a map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ashton would pack cars, his blankie, his pacifier, his cards, Attacktics, cookies and cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Danny would pack his blankie, his shoes, his doggy, his baby and lots of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dad would pack cookies, milk, coke, books, satellite and DVR so he could watch, Mythbusters, Jimmy Neutron, Monk, Scrubs, his guitar, his electric guitar, lots of CD's and fishing poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mom would pack Gilmore Girls, us, books, her Bible, pizza, salad, water, blankets and clothes and the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So what would you pack?&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/27990425-116501130975236165?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116501130975236165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116501130975236165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116501130975236165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116501130975236165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-would-you-have-to-have.html' title='What Would You Have to Have?'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116380220278628745</id><published>2006-11-17T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:23:22.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/old%20boxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/old%20boxer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a 100 year old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He liked to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He fighted so much that he would go like, “Hey, wanna piece of me” then he would punch people in the stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His name was Tooter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He wears a muscle shirt and pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And he sleeps with nothing on him at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not even his underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Old people toot a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They drive so slow too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He even does pillow fights, and on the trampoline, he will go up to people and he will say, “Hey, look up” and then he will do a belly flop on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The old man gets arrested a lot because he does too many bad stuff to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To get him good, he gets hit by an asteroid that is as big as Jupiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Actually, it’s as big as Pluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So Tooter gets knocked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And he forgets all about that bad stuff, like fighting and all that stuff, and that’s how he turns good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He doesn’t get arrested so much because he doesn’t fight as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He worked at a museum and lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116380220278628745?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116380220278628745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116380220278628745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116380220278628745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116380220278628745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-upon-time-there-was-100-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116241945227159708</id><published>2006-11-01T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:21:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a dumb idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/dumb%20slipper.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/dumb%20slipper.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the problem with Cinderella:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it was so dumb that the prince would try the slipper on all the girls because what about if it could fit on one of them, (but we already know it’s Cinderella)?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if it would have fit on the wrong girl?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would think she was the beautiful girl but it really wasn’t!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he would marry the wrong one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be dumb if he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here’s what the prince should have done instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He should have gone to his dad to ask him what would be a good plan, so his dad could tell him a good idea because it says in the Bible listen to older people that loves Jesus and get advice from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I called my dad and asked him what he would have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad said maybe the carriage drove away, but it left its marks, so the prince could just follow the marks to the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he could have gone to the police so they could see if there were any fingerprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked my mom and she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The prince should be blindfolded…and then all the girls from the kingdom should be brought to the castle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he should dance with them and talk to them again to see if he could tell who the girl was by remembering how lovely she danced, and by recognizing her sweet voice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, after listening to their advice, I decided to call the police.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They could try and find some fingerprints of the beautiful girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finding the tracks wouldn’t work because it striked midnight and the carriage turned back into a pumpkin right outside the castle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that’s why I can’t do that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, let’s say that after the beautiful lady disappeared, instead of trying to find the girl whose foot fit in a shoe, he called the police.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The police came and seed if there were any fingerprints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was fingerprints!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So all the girls had to get their fingerprints taken, but the prince did not tell them why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The evil step mother thought there was like a thief, so she made Cinderella have her fingerprints taken because she thought maybe she would go to jail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cinderella is the one that has the same fingerprints so she gets married to the prince and they live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116241945227159708?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116241945227159708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116241945227159708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116241945227159708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116241945227159708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-dumb-idea.html' title='What a dumb idea!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116198455678999477</id><published>2006-10-27T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:29:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur and the Race to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/reading%20race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/reading%20race.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is about well, I’m not sure if it’s more about racing or reading. Arthur and his friends, Fern and Binkie, Francine, Buster, the Brain (his real name is Allen) are training to run a race for money for literacy.  So, they are racing, la, la, la, la, I'm running, I'm running...and Arthur doesn't really like running.  He doesn't really like exercising.  He likes sleeping in, like me.  My favorite part of the book was Arthur, cause he does stuff that I do.  He sleeps in and he likes to sleep in like me.  I would sleep in every day if my mom would let me, but she's always evil.  Good thing my mom works at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/27990425-116198455678999477?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116198455678999477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116198455678999477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198455678999477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198455678999477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/10/arthur-and-race-to-read.html' title='Arthur and the Race to Read'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116198394908601133</id><published>2006-10-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:19:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On Tuesday, we went to the Renaissance Festival.  What we did was, we were going to see Dead Bob, but we didn’t get to see it.  And, we a show where they ate mud, played in mud, and had a competition in mud.  I didn’t want it to get on me, but I didn’t think it was so gross that they ate it.  We went to see jugglers.  One of them, put a cup of milk on his forehead and he putted it on the floor, standed it up, got the drink, with out ever using his hands…and then, he got the drink, with his mouth and he drank it and the milk shot out of his NOSE!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to see my friends there like Jalie, Tyler, Kaycee, Patrick, Hannah, John Mark, and Mrs. Melodi.  It was also great that my family went together.  That was so great.  I was glad that dad took 2 days off.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My favorite part of the day was the dragon what-a-ma-jig.  You had to get a dragon egg, then put it in this thingy and then you say, “Roll ball roll” then it would hit the egg, smash it, then it would say something on the inside.  Whatever it said, you got to pick whatever it was!     My egg said dragon statue, so I got a dragon!  It is red.  Let’s all say red.  Red.  Red.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/anson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/anson3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think we should go to this every year, but if it was open every day, I would want us to go every day.&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/27990425-116198394908601133?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116198394908601133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116198394908601133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198394908601133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198394908601133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/10/renaissance-festival.html' title='Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116198272001076549</id><published>2006-10-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:59:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scout Camp Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cub5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cub5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to camp and it was only for cub scouts.  I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Matt and Luke came and got me and I had to get up at like 8 in the morning on a Saturday. That is my sleep in day. So, I was not very happy about that...but then, when I got there, I was glad I got up early to go. I got to do all kind of games, and I got to earn a badge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cub4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cub4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a picture of me doing archery.  I think it was pretty fun, that I may be buying a bow and arrow!  I earned my archery badge, just they haven't given it to me yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cub.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This game is where we sort of like played bowling, but, we kick the soccer ball to knock down the bowling pins, that were bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cub2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a three legged race.  It was so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cub3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cub3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this time, I was only eating a snack, but snacks are my favorite things in about the whole wide world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116198272001076549?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116198272001076549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116198272001076549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198272001076549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116198272001076549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/10/cub-scout-camp-out.html' title='Cub Scout Camp Out'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116104416870617101</id><published>2006-10-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:16:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/fish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a princess, named Isabella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, she really was a witch disguised as a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The witch princess had heard there was a magic prince fish in a nearby pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the princess witch goes to the pond because they say if a princess cries in the pond with the magic fish, they will be getting one wish every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the first time she went crying in the pond and the fish thought she was a princess, so she got one wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The wish was that she would be having a beautiful garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She got the wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next month she went into the garden the second time and cried in the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, the fish thought she was a princess because she was disguised as one, but she was really a witch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, he gave her a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This wished for a big house and owning land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A month later she came back to the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, she wished the fish would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the fish did not die because the witch did not know that the fish prince was having eternal life and that another witch had put an evil spell on him, making him a fish, but this spell could be broken if a witch wished on the fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once a witch wished on the fish, the fish could now have three wishes himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The prince fish now knew that the princess wasn’t a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a witch in a disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, after the prince fish found out that the princess was really a witch, he wished for her to be shriveled up, a mother bird get her and the mother bird feed the witch to her baby birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He wished and it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he wished he would be human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He turned into a human, but he couldn’t swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, he drowns in the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once he’s dead, he turns back into the fish and he still has one wish left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That wish was for him to jump out of the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He jumps out of the pond and gets dead on the ground because fish can’t live on the ground, they have to live in water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bad he didn’t pay attention in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Princess Emma comes along, sees the fish and cries because she loves animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her tears got on the fish and the fish turns back into a real prince and they lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116104416870617101?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116104416870617101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116104416870617101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116104416870617101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116104416870617101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/10/fish-prince.html' title='The Fish Prince'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-116059670234919710</id><published>2006-10-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:17:37.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enchanted Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Enchanted-Pig-coverwcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Enchanted-Pig-coverwcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time there were three princes.  One of the princes was enchanted.  A magic wolf put a spell on the prince.  The spell was that the prince had to stay a pig until he got married.  So the pig tried to look as handsome as he could by putting on a tuxedo, put his hair flat, he brushed his teeth, put cologne on him, and put some deodorant on.  Then he went out looking for a lady pig because he knew a fairy that could change the lady pig into a human princess.  Finally he found a pig that was a girl at the zoo.  The girl pig wants to marry him because she has the same spell as the boy pig has on him.  So the boy pig says, “Do you want to marry me?” Then the girl pig says, “Yes, I would love to.”  Then the boy pig gives the girl pig an engagement necklace because pigs can’t wear rings, silly.  Then they got married.  (I should have told you a little while back in the story, but the girl pig was really having a spell on her, but the boy pig didn’t really know that she had a spell on her.)  They get married and both of their spells get broken.  The boy pig turns into the prince and the girl pig turns into a princess.  The prince gets a wish and his wish is he wishes he has a huge tower that’s 1,000 feet big.  Because the magic wolf said whenever you have breakin the spell you get a wish.  And that’s what he wished for is a 1000 feet big castle.  And they lived happily ever after in their 1,000 feet big castle.  Oink.  Oink.  That means the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-116059670234919710?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/116059670234919710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=116059670234919710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116059670234919710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/116059670234919710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/10/enchanted-pig.html' title='The Enchanted Pig'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115945256085339347</id><published>2006-09-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:09:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/birthday%20bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/birthday%20bis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you.  Happy Birthday to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear Anson, Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had birthday biscuits with candles this morning to kick off Anson's 7th year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anson says, now that he's 7 he feels faster and smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now that he's seven, he wants to get a pocket knife (in the works).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And he wants to hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115945256085339347?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115945256085339347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115945256085339347' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115945256085339347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115945256085339347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-biscuits.html' title='Happy Birthday Biscuits'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115938749293159772</id><published>2006-09-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:13:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commander Toad and the Dis-asteroid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/disasteroid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/disasteroid.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This book is about a toad and a dove.  A dove is a bird.  Yee-haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught all kinds of sorts of beans...black beans, french beans, green beans, jelly beans, jumping beans, runner beans, string beans, yellow beans...well they just got a lot of weird beans.  So, my favorite part is when it said...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/413170.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The characters in this book are named, Mayor Dove, Commander Toad, Lieutenant Lily, Mr. Hop, Old Doc Peeper.  My favorite character is Commander Toad and my other favorite part was when it said, "An apple a day, keeps the doctor away!"  That means, if you eat an apple a day, you're healthy, so the doctor doesn't have to do any work that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think people should read this book because it is the funniest book in the whole world...not really, but you should read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Word to your Old Doc Peeper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115938749293159772?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115938749293159772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115938749293159772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115938749293159772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115938749293159772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/commander-toad-and-dis-asteroid.html' title='Commander Toad and the Dis-asteroid'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115922120457485196</id><published>2006-09-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:53:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anson's Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/commander%20toad%20spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/commander%20toad%20spy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This book is about toads, monsters, secret agents, disguises...and that was pretty much it.  They are looking for Mr. 0071/2 who is Commander's Toad's cousin.  He's in a disguise.  There are 5 monsters...or four.   They have to figure out which one is Mr. 0071/2.  They do a little contest.  They do a few contests, but the last contest, they know who it is.  It's this one with a horn.  They know it's him because there were flies in the grass, and the one that eated them would be the one!  My favorite character in this book is Commander Toad.  I like him because he is so funny.&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/27990425-115922120457485196?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115922120457485196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115922120457485196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115922120457485196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115922120457485196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/ansons-book-review.html' title='Anson&apos;s Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115898738688272618</id><published>2006-09-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:56:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anson is Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/elephant%20kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/elephant%20kiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I appreciate elephants because:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so big &lt;br /&gt;They are so nice &lt;br /&gt;I like that they eat peanuts &lt;br /&gt;I like that they shoot water at people &lt;br /&gt;I like that their trunk is a lot like a bazooka &lt;br /&gt;If I had a pet elephant I would only feed it peanuts and I would name him Elephanty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115898738688272618?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115898738688272618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115898738688272618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115898738688272618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115898738688272618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/anson-is-funny.html' title='Anson is Funny!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115884988463023742</id><published>2006-09-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:44:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Soupus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/boys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night we went to the circus, I mean soupus.  We took Patrick, Hannah and Joseph.  Me and Patrick were just talking about movies.  PG13 ones.  I want to watch PG13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we saw it was in a building!  There was no tent!  Now what do you call a circus with no tent?  It IS a soupus.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clown turned two ropes into Tide.  The same clown acted like he was the strongest person.  I got to go up on the stage.  We pulled the ropes and we couldn’t do it at first, but then two strong, strong, strong dads came along and pulled.  The clown could not take the pressure, so he had to let go.  That was my favorite part.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, Patrick and Joseph acted like they loved it.  Mom and dad were laughing.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soupus is different from a circus because they do not have any animals, pretty much, they don’t have any tight walkers, well, they don’t have pretty much anything a circus has.  But it still is super fun.  Bye bye all you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115884988463023742?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115884988463023742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115884988463023742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115884988463023742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115884988463023742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-at-soupus.html' title='A Night at the Soupus'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115876973950556016</id><published>2006-09-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:30:27.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Get a Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/boy%20scout.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/boy%20scout.8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hi Everyone,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I’m in Cub Scouts!  I’m so excited!  I got my book just yesterday.  We get to learn sign language, get patches, you get to collect stuff…well, you just get to do all sorts of neat stuff.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We are doing a fundraiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My goal is to fill up my sheet.  If I do, I get a patch!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, I know this popcorn is really expensive…like I don’t know why someone would pay 50 bucks for popcorn.  So, if you want to just buy the cheap popcorn, which is 8 bucks, that’s ok.     Here is what I’m selling:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmel Corn with Peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 11 oz. For $8    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 Pack of Microwave Popcorn  Light or Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;$12    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 Pack of Kettle Corn Microwave Popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;$16  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolatey Carmel Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;24 oz. For $16    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gourmet Carmel Corn with Almonds and Pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;26 oz. For $17    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheese Lover’s Delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(3) 7 oz. Bags for $30    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Way Tin of Cheddar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(7 oz), Caramel (24 oz) and Chocolate Popcorn (22 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;$40    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Way Chocolate Lover’s Tin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chocolatey Carmel Crunch  (20 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;White Chocolate Carmel Crunch (20 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chocolatey Pretzels (18 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;White Chocolatey Pretzels  (18 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chocolatey Peanut Clusters  (12 oz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;$50    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I need 25 people to order to fill up my form!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can email my mom if you want to order, or leave your order as a comment on my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115876973950556016?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115876973950556016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115876973950556016' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115876973950556016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115876973950556016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/operation-get-patch.html' title='Operation Get a Patch'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115863136705466621</id><published>2006-09-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:02:47.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Homey Could Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The little boy named Anson, had a dog named Homey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anson had three eyeballs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he went to feed his dog, Homey and that’s when he figured out he could talk!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes he would tell him, “Squawk, squawk, squawker, squawk” like a parrot!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Squawk, squawk, squawker, squawk means, “How are you doing today and give me some food!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Anson said, “Did you drink some mutant juice yesterday?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “I only drank some water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you think I drank yesterday?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, Anson found out that Homey ate a parrot and that’s why he is talking like a parrot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has to go to the vet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, they have to put him to sleep and put their hand all the way through to the stomach and get the parrot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parrot is really healthy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115863136705466621?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115863136705466621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115863136705466621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115863136705466621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115863136705466621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-homey-could-talk.html' title='If Homey Could Talk'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115807126998261644</id><published>2006-09-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:27:49.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Music</title><content type='html'>I really like &lt;a href="http://images.neopets.com/mp3/kreludan_mining_corp.mp3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  It's from neopets.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115807126998261644?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115807126998261644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115807126998261644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115807126998261644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115807126998261644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-music.html' title='Cool Music'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115802730160464142</id><published>2006-09-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:40:25.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/In1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/In1492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;This book is about Columbus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He set sail to India but when they got there, it wasn’t India!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really the Bahamas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I really like about this book is they sailed to India, but they got to the Bahamas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what part I think is funny. Every time you turned the page, there would be words on the top on one page…and the other page would have NO WORDS!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I liked that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think people should read this because it is really cool and funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it rhymes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get 3 dollars for my 3 book reports!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115802730160464142?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115802730160464142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115802730160464142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802730160464142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802730160464142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-report.html' title='Book Report'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115802691944477546</id><published>2006-09-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:08:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/200000cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/200000cards.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This book is about baseball cards under the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This kid is a collector.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He collects baseball cards, toys and comics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His friend, Kenneth is a collector too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kenneth builds a car submarine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They go under the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They see fish and merkids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kenneth has this cool place under the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They go to that place because Kenneth has all this cool stuff under the water in that place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The characters in this book were Kenneth and Roger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite part was when Roger found the 20,000 baseball cards under the sea, and when he got his Corvette.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think other people should read this book because it’s really cool.&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/27990425-115802691944477546?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115802691944477546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115802691944477546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802691944477546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802691944477546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-review_11.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115802664769176017</id><published>2006-09-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:04:07.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/when%20guinea%20pigs%20fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/when%20guinea%20pigs%20fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This story is about guinea pigs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They live in The Natural Pet Shop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needleman buys them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needleman lost them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were out in the wild with almost nothing to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They met a stinky, big fat rat and a squirrel with bucker teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea what the ending was because it said to be continued.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The characters in this book were Allen, Leon and Brooks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite part was…I didn’t really get a favorite part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think other people should read this book because it’s a lot like a comic, just a chapter comic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bye, bye all you people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, I’m doing 2 MORE BOOK REPORTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115802664769176017?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115802664769176017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115802664769176017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802664769176017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115802664769176017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115765829485027954</id><published>2006-09-07T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:46:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Babel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/eiffel-tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/eiffel-tower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named Anson.  He likes building stuff.  One day he built something so big, it was almost as big as the Eiffel Tower.  He would go to Mexico to find stuff and it was always something bad.  My head gets turned around.  It gets squeezed.  I have to sit with the bully in school.  He always will go to Turkey.  So, he built the Eiffel Tower, but he built it so high, he couldn’t get down.  His ladder fell down.  So, what’s he going to do?  Well, good question.  This airplane comes and just picks him up.  That’s how he gets down.  But, his other friend got stuck up.  His name was cook-a-lock-a.  Cook-a-lock-a-lock-a-poop-a-lock-a.  So, the airplane comes and picks up his friend again.  So they are both down, and they never went to build something that big ever that big again.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115765829485027954?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115765829485027954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115765829485027954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115765829485027954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115765829485027954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/09/tower-of-babel.html' title='Tower of Babel?'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115643225888683418</id><published>2006-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:10:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/new%20york.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/new%20york.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a monster and he was scary.  Everybody ran away.  He was so scary nobody wanted to see him, so they all moved to New York.  Everybody except Anson.  He was never ever ever scared.  He called all the people and telled them to come back.  He went to find the monster all over the world, but he was in New York.  So, finally, Anson got to New York.  He went and found the monster.  He was going to not be scared, but the monster shoots some things that make someone scared power…so that made him get scared.  But, it wore off in 10 days.  So, on the 11th day, he went and found the bad guy and he beated him up.  Then they all lived happy with no monsters ever again.  The End.&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/27990425-115643225888683418?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115643225888683418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115643225888683418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115643225888683418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115643225888683418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-upon-time-there-was-monster-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115626007400621781</id><published>2006-08-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:21:14.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/baptism%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/baptism%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I got baptized, I was showing people that I love Jesus.  You have to get baptized if you believe in Jesus, that he died on the cross and rose three days later.  He sacrificed himself for us.  I’m wanting Jesus to be the boss of my life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had to go to a meeting because if you want to get baptized, you have to go to the meeting.  In the class, Pastor Butch picked me up and put me in the chair, then leaned me down to show me how you get baptized.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When church started it was outside.  I liked it that day.  Pastor Butch picked me up and set me down and there was a little stair that I stepped on.  Then, Pastor Butch grabbed my arm and pulled me down.  I was glad I got baptized.  I was wanting to get baptized a really, really, long time, but dad wouldn’t let me cause I didn’t really know what it meant.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sarah Lynn had a seed fight…and I won.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115626007400621781?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115626007400621781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115626007400621781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115626007400621781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115626007400621781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-times.html' title='Happy Times'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115587021964358694</id><published>2006-08-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:04:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Marry EJ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/clean%20ej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/clean%20ej.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is EJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to have a wife.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should like EJ because:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays dodge ball.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves Jesus.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s funny.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s cool.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he takes showers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/dirty%20ej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/dirty%20ej.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think he will be a good husband because:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s cool and funny!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will work.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get groceries.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get gas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mow the yard.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed the weeds.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think EJ’s wife needs to be a girl who:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves Jesus and is a Christian.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a really good mom, like cook and get her kids drinks and get them snacks, change their diapers, give the babies milk, go to church whenever EJ needs her to   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what the Bible says.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells good   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will obey him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to put a vote, then write them on the chalk board.  Then, we’ll find three that we want, then the people will vote again on one of those girls…then whoever has the most votes wins to be EJ’s wife.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be looking around to see which one I would vote for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115587021964358694?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115587021964358694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115587021964358694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115587021964358694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115587021964358694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-will-marry-ej.html' title='Who Will Marry EJ?'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115584450109108395</id><published>2006-08-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:55:01.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Principal for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/school.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I was principal for the day I would let there be a pizza stand and an ice cream stand and a hamburger stand and a McDonalds…and Jack in the Box.  I would make all the teachers get a demeriment and no school for the rest of the day.  And, you could be naked at the school.  And, you could have a food fight, make inventions, like the patty 2000.  The Patty 2000 is just something that takes something that’s a toy and makes into real life.  And you can make robots.  My name if I was a principal would be kakkalakkalakkapoopoo head…and smelly bunny feet.  And, you could fill the school half way up with water and you can ride a motor boat, or anything that floats on the water, or at least swim.  So, does anyone want me to be their school principal?  Done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115584450109108395?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115584450109108395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115584450109108395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115584450109108395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115584450109108395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/principal-for-day.html' title='Principal for a Day'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115531139171414784</id><published>2006-08-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:49:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/pee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/pee.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been really, really, really, really, really, really, really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a blood test.  They put a needle in my arm.  It’s called a butterfly needle.  They had to stick me two times, and they promised ONE.  I didn’t look at my blood because it would make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to tee tee in a cup.  Some of it got all over dad’s hand!  He had to wash his hands.  It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go to the emergency room.  First it was 105.7.  Then, when we got there it was 104 point something.  We were scared.  Well, I wasn’t.  My mom was.  She was actually terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, my fever was 102.  Lots of people came.  Hayden prayed for me.  God taked care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Hayden and Ashton wanted to see me.  They gave me lots and lots and lots of love.  Dad got me movies and books.  The books he bought, and the movies he rented.  Hannah brought me a book too!  And mom gave me disgusting medicine.  Bye, bye people. &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/27990425-115531139171414784?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115531139171414784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115531139171414784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115531139171414784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115531139171414784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115472340324009767</id><published>2006-08-04T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:30:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/coffee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night my dad took me and Lukas to the coffee shop.  It was my second time to go.  The first time I went to see Matt Graham playing in his band, and Hayden was playing the drums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got two drinks.  They were Italian Soda, but different flavors.  One was cherry.  One was orange.  I liked them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Mr. Allen, Mrs. Michele, Pastor Butch, Mr. Andy, Mr. Tim and Crystal.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think about coffee shops…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a lot of things that are cool.     They have snacks, cookies, drinks, coffee, couches, upstairs, books, adult books, kid books, and money from all different countries.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people like going to coffee shops because they can get coffee, can study, do research and like hanging out.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get 18 (not 16, because they get into a lot of wrecks) I’m going to drive there and go there every day that’s my day off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115472340324009767?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115472340324009767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115472340324009767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115472340324009767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115472340324009767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/08/coffee-shops.html' title='Coffee Shops'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115438874770779118</id><published>2006-07-31T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:32:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Juan%20and%20Jose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Juan%20and%20Jose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Juan" and "Jose" teach you to count to ten in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115438874770779118?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115438874770779118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115438874770779118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115438874770779118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115438874770779118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115418973634417596</id><published>2006-07-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:15:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie For KK</title><content type='html'>The kids acted out "Opposites" by Sandra Boynton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/132650/20060728/191729.flv&amp;amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115418973634417596?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115418973634417596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115418973634417596' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115418973634417596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115418973634417596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-for-kk.html' title='A Movie For KK'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115412123809630472</id><published>2006-07-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:13:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain and Matey Set Sail Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/captain%20and%20matey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/captain%20and%20matey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This book is about two pirates and a parrot.  My favorite part was when they were fighting over the treasure, when they didn't get even anything!  They were still fighting over the thing that they wanted, then they just left it behind!  The short pirate is named Captain.  The big pirate is named Matey.  Captain is real mean.  He doesn't really like Matey very much.  Matey likes Captain a lot cause he's real nice.  The parrot doesn't really like both of them when they are real noisy.  People should read this book.  It's funny.  Bye people.&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/27990425-115412123809630472?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115412123809630472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115412123809630472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115412123809630472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115412123809630472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/captain-and-matey-set-sail-book-review.html' title='Captain and Matey Set Sail Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115394492815401135</id><published>2006-07-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:15:28.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Guys Making Good Guys Wear Panty Hose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time there was two boys and they were some weirdos.  They were Ashton and Hayden.  They were superheroes and bad guys.  They were villains.  The two villains named Ashton and Hayden weared panty hose.  And they were boys!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the good guys just laughed at the villains.  So then the villains got a chance to punch and kick the good guys.  Then the panty hose gave the villains super powers in their legs so they would kick really hard.  Then they put the good guys in jail and made them have to wear panty hoses.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115394492815401135?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115394492815401135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115394492815401135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115394492815401135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115394492815401135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-guys-making-good-guys-wear-panty.html' title='Bad Guys Making Good Guys Wear Panty Hose'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115386662051374795</id><published>2006-07-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:30:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How a fly becomes a walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I picked up a fly and took it's wings off.  Then I let it just walk.  And then I told Dad, "I took a fly's wings off and I told him now it was called a walk."&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/27990425-115386662051374795?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115386662051374795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115386662051374795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115386662051374795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115386662051374795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-fly-becomes-walk.html' title='How a fly becomes a walk'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115318515424563558</id><published>2006-07-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:11:39.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Farm</title><content type='html'>I'm going to write a story before I go to bed, but right now, I just want to eat. So, here are the pictures for Emma and Jax. Tomorrow, you can read my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/blog%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/blog%203.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/blog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/blog%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/blog%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/blog%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/blog%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/blog%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to not be Scared of a Medium Sized Spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;First, you have to find a lot of spiders and usually look at them.  Then, once you find a big one, you probably will be scared a little bit, but once it's a while, you won't be so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Like today, we went to Aunt Debbie's farm, and Uncle Jason found a spider.  We don't know what kind of spider it is, but we think it is a banana spider or a garden spider.  Those can hurt your arm.  It just feels like a little pinch.  They don't bite.  It's their legs.  Well, first I didn't want to hold it.  So, he was holding it.  Then I touched it.  Then it felt ok.  Then I letted it crawl onto my hand.  Then, I wasn't so scared.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I brought it home and putted it in the garden.  It's gonna make a nest and we don't know if it is a boy or a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's how.  That's all.  Bye.&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/27990425-115318515424563558?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115318515424563558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115318515424563558' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115318515424563558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115318515424563558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-to-farm.html' title='A Trip to the Farm'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115282631960434104</id><published>2006-07-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:06:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/popeye.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/popeye.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s all about Popeye.  He’s trying to find his dad.  He goes lookin after him.  He meets a lady named Olive Oil.  She is weird.  She talks weird.  Popeye is awesome.  He’s strong, strong, strong, strong, strong.  He punches people.  Somebody traded a basket for a baby.  They kept him.  The baby whistles.  Olive Oil gets stuck in this pipe dealy by Bluto.  She says, “Help, help, help” in a funny way.  Then Popeye comes to save her, but he doesn’t like spinach, but he had to eat it.  He gets strong and punches this guy in the face.  And, there was an octopus and he punched the octopus in the face.  Popeye was my favorite character because he’s real strong.  Other people should see this movie.  Bye-bye ya’ll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115282631960434104?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115282631960434104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115282631960434104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115282631960434104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115282631960434104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/popeye-movie-review.html' title='Popeye Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115282465146401314</id><published>2006-07-13T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:04:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Part of the Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Circus%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Circus%20075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"My favorite part of the circus was when I got that cotton candy and stuck it on my face like a moustache and a beard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mom's note:    Yes, Anson's favorite part of the circus was himself!&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/27990425-115282465146401314?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115282465146401314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115282465146401314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115282465146401314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115282465146401314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-favorite-part-of-circus.html' title='My Favorite Part of the Circus'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115238189533923697</id><published>2006-07-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:04:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Ricotta's Mighty Robot Book Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/115%7ERicky-Ricottas-maechtiger-Roboter-Ricky-Ricotta-s-Mighty-Robot-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/115%7ERicky-Ricottas-maechtiger-Roboter-Ricky-Ricotta-s-Mighty-Robot-Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn’t read this in order.  I forgot to.  This story was about a mouse and a huge robot.  They fight evil.  The bad guy was Dr. Stinky.  He tried to destroy the world, like almost every bad guy.  My favorite part was flip-o-rama.  I was reading the Dr. Stinky parts in an evil way.   Click below to hear my Dr. Stinky voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115238189533923697?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115238189533923697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115238189533923697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238189533923697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238189533923697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/ricky-ricottas-mighty-robot-book.html' title='Ricky Ricotta&apos;s Mighty Robot Book Report'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115238162719392848</id><published>2006-07-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:01:35.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dr. Stinky Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/381766.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" 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/27990425-115238162719392848?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115238162719392848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115238162719392848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238162719392848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238162719392848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dr-stinky-voice.html' title='My Dr. Stinky Voice'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115238134538673103</id><published>2006-07-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:55:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper by the Dozen Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night we watched Cheaper by the Dozen 2 and ate watermelon.  The movie is about a vacation.  The two dads want to have a race.  Lizzie does not like it there because it smells like murky lake water.  I thought it was pretty cool that they had a huge family and 12 kids!  My favorite part was when one of the kids runned in a Hotel, I think, then rolled onto the floor.  Ashton thought that was Hayden, so we rewind it and watched it again.  It did look like something Hayden would do!  I like where the two dads fell off the house and into the lake.  The doggy pushed the two dads over.  Max and Lizzie was my favorite.  They did funny stuff.  I think other people should watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115238134538673103?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115238134538673103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115238134538673103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238134538673103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115238134538673103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheaper-by-dozen-movie-review.html' title='Cheaper by the Dozen Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115215183618513605</id><published>2006-07-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:10:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antz Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/antz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/antz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was at Grandpa’s house when I watched Antz.  I didn’t like it so much.  It didn’t have any funny parts.  That’s why I didn’t like it.  If it had a lot of funny parts it would be better.  There were only ants in this movie.  Z was my favorite ant.  My favorite part was when they got on that island and Z wrote on a yellow jacket.  This movie should be rated PG.  I don’t think people should watch Antz.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115215183618513605?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115215183618513605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115215183618513605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115215183618513605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115215183618513605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/07/antz-movie-review.html' title='Antz Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115154431641864821</id><published>2006-06-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:25:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Mayans Disappeared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last summer me and my family went on vacation to Mexico.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My grandma showed me a secret contraption.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said it would make us be able to go back in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, the place I wanted to go was the jungle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to go back a long time ago to find out why the Mayans disappeared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Mayans looked a lot like cave mans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the Incas and the Aztecs came to kill them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place got too stinky because everybody killed animals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They only got their meat and left their skin out so it made it really stinky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So stinky that they went to Africa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They chopped down a lot of trees and made a boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They paddled there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115154431641864821?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115154431641864821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115154431641864821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115154431641864821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115154431641864821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-mayans-disappeared.html' title='Why the Mayans Disappeared'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115137227226070668</id><published>2006-06-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:37:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty Remix</title><content type='html'>Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty got struck by a thunder cloud&lt;br /&gt;He fell down&lt;br /&gt;All the men came to help&lt;br /&gt;But, all their horses just pooed on Humpty Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;So, the king’s men had to put their hands in their horse’s poo.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall into pieces&lt;br /&gt;That’s the story of Humpty Dumpty who got pooed on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115137227226070668?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115137227226070668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115137227226070668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115137227226070668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115137227226070668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/humpty-dumpty-remix.html' title='Humpty Dumpty Remix'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115116914738977881</id><published>2006-06-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:12:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doogal Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/doogal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/doogal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched Doogal.  We ate candy.  Mike and Like and Gummy Bears.  My favorite part was when Doogal said, "Stand back, I know Dog-Fu."  That's pretty much all that I can think of.  Other people should see this movie.  My favorite person was the rabbit.  This movie had no scary parts or sad parts.  It should be rated K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115116914738977881?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115116914738977881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115116914738977881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115116914738977881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115116914738977881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/doogal-movie-review.html' title='Doogal Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115092830900003497</id><published>2006-06-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:21:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anson's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374519.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a rap in pizza language.  It is going to be funny.  It's all about pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115092830900003497?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115092830900003497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115092830900003497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115092830900003497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115092830900003497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/ansons-song.html' title='Anson&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115092479679505213</id><published>2006-06-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:20:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Ricotta's Giant Robot vs. The Voodoo Vultures from Venus Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/ricky%20ricotta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/ricky%20ricotta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, if you're wondering, this book is number 3.  The Ricky Ricotta's Giant Robot vs. the Mutant Mosquitoes from Mercury was book 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ricky Ricotta is the mouse.  The robot is a robot and Ricky's friend.  They fight the Voodoo vultures from Venus.  Venus is the second planet in the solar system.  I like the flip-o-rama.  Other people should read this book, and the second book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some new words I learned in this book are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Justice.  It means when the right thing happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rodent.  It means pest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Prevails.  It means to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility.  Doing the right thing that needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115092479679505213?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115092479679505213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115092479679505213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115092479679505213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115092479679505213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/ricky-ricottas-giant-robot-vs-voodoo.html' title='Ricky Ricotta&apos;s Giant Robot vs. The Voodoo Vultures from Venus Book Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115085396454311522</id><published>2006-06-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:39:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anson, the only 6 year old who writes about a DVR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little, little, little baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then another baby came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Do-lop-a-lop-a-lop-a-lop-a.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then another baby came and this baby was Pa-la-la-la-la-la-la.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they broke a DVR.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then a big, big, big, big monster came out of the DVR.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The monster sucked up all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one knew what time it was ever, ever, ever, ever again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If no one had any time, it would be scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everybody would be shouting, “I want my mama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sucking my thumb!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They could never eat lunch, supper, breakfast, play outside, play the game boy for thirty minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The three babies, named Ashton, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do-lop-a-lop-a-lop-a-lop-a, and Pa-la-la-la-la-la-la fixed the DVR, made the monster suck up into the DVR and they lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they watched a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.  &lt;span style=""&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/27990425-115085396454311522?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115085396454311522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115085396454311522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115085396454311522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115085396454311522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/anson-only-6-year-old-who-writes-about.html' title='Anson, the only 6 year old who writes about a DVR'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115057254688241359</id><published>2006-06-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:29:48.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/zip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/zip2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like hanging out with Daddy. I love Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My favorite thing to do with Daddy is go to places with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We go to Target, Lowes, Wal-Mart and Hastings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to spend time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Father’s Day, I want to give him 100 hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h1 style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Story About My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a dad named Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, and this dad was a super dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He like kicked bad guys in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And, he kicked them in the belly and almost where their wee-wee was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then he went home, watched a thirty minute show, took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In his nap, he had a terrible dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The good guys were losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then dad went home, got a bazooka and then he came back and shoot all the bad guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then he woke up and his dream was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The good guys WERE losing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So then, well, he already was home, so he just got his bazooka that was in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then he shot all the bad guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The dad came home and all of his kids came and hugged him 100 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115057254688241359?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115057254688241359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115057254688241359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115057254688241359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115057254688241359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-you-daddy.html' title='I love you Daddy!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115039810640737823</id><published>2006-06-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:04:36.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Anson Eats Skittles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/skittles.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/skittles.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gets a plate.&lt;br /&gt;Dumps them out.&lt;br /&gt;Sorts them by color.&lt;br /&gt;Picks them up in a color pattern.&lt;br /&gt;The SAME pattern each time.&lt;br /&gt;Then eats the stack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He's got some Uncle Jason in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115039810640737823?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115039810640737823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115039810640737823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115039810640737823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115039810640737823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-anson-eats-skittles.html' title='How Anson Eats Skittles'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115024579777033139</id><published>2006-06-13T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:43:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny McPhee Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Nanny%20McPhee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Nanny%20McPhee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I finished watching Nanny McPhee.  I did not like it.  It only had some funny parts.  My favorite part was when they had the food fight.  My favorite person was the baby.  She said, "Poop, bum, poop, bum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody should watch this movie.  BORING.  I mean, come on, this is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115024579777033139?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115024579777033139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115024579777033139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115024579777033139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115024579777033139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/nanny-mcphee-movie-review.html' title='Nanny McPhee Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115021099593219215</id><published>2006-06-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:04:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Monster Makes a Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to a place called The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A monster came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He attacked him, took him away, got a ooba-lock-a-lock-a.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He shoots the monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went to Target.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a Batman mask for free.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, he didn’t know it would give him super powers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He weared it on and then Batman came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Robin came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they left but then the Joker came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He took the mask, but he didn’t know it wasn’t Batman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he saw the face, so he just let go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, Batman saw joker and he shot him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, came the monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, he was a nice monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He threw flowers he got from the Park Monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Park Monster helped the little boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to McDonalds. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He saw another monster, but it was evil. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was from the evil Batman. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then, the little boy went to home and he got his blah-lock-a-lock-a.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;McDonalds and shot the evil Batman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he ate lunch, went home, watched a 30 minute Arthur.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he took a nap for two hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115021099593219215?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115021099593219215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115021099593219215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115021099593219215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115021099593219215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/park-monster-makes-come-back.html' title='Park Monster Makes a Come Back'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-115020961577506482</id><published>2006-06-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:40:15.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/RR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/RR1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read a whole book and tell Mom and Dad if it's ok, then I have to put something I liked about that book on my story blog.  Then I get one whole dollar!  This is my first one.  And after this, I'm reading another one.  I want to get the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is called Ricky Ricotta's Mighty Robot vs. the Mutant Mosquitoes from Mercury.  My favorite part was Flip-O-Rama.  Oh, if you need to know, it's at the back.  They are fighting.  Flip-O-Rama is where you make the pages go back and forth.  It looks like they are actually fighting in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good one.  You should read it.  You should check it out from the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-115020961577506482?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/115020961577506482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=115020961577506482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115020961577506482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/115020961577506482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-to-read-whole-book-and-tell-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114921854931314405</id><published>2006-06-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:22:29.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Articulate</title><content type='html'>Tonight when I was tucking Anson into bed, he was talking about something and said, "Mom, a nerd of some people."  He is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114921854931314405?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114921854931314405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114921854931314405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114921854931314405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114921854931314405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-articulate.html' title='So Articulate'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114851830444568677</id><published>2006-05-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:51:44.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did his chores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He loved money so he started doing chores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did chores every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day his mom didn’t let him do any chores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to his room and never did anything ever again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just laid and laid and laid and took naps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sleeped a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He never watched any shows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things start to grow on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s flowers that’s growing on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has to go to someone to let them cut them off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, no one would cut the flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he didn’t know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stayed at a park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the flowers came off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, more of them came on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He never let them cut those off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stays at the park so people can see all of his flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t matter if a bee lands on his flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just takes the pollen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He misses his parents but he gets to see them every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes to their house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/27990425-114851830444568677?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114851830444568677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114851830444568677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114851830444568677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114851830444568677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/park-monster.html' title='Park Monster'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114832055546334236</id><published>2006-05-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:55:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realm of Hendrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy and his name was Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His dad and his mom was a king and queen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The little kid, Anson loved to play with his dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he had a lot of lizards and a bug barn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a pet iguana and a pet snake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then, all of his pets got away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone took them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kid figured out it was the pet stealer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then he went to the pet stealer’s place and got his pets back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, someone else…and it was not the pet stealer…someone took Anson’s snakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went to the place and he got them back and they lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114832055546334236?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114832055546334236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114832055546334236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114832055546334236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114832055546334236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/realm-of-hendrick.html' title='The Realm of Hendrick'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114817691709114382</id><published>2006-05-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:01:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/wallace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/wallace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about a were rabbit.  It got humongous.  My favorite character was the dog, Gromit.  He was funny by doing stuff, like running into a giant watermelon.  The things I think are funny about this movie are when the dog went into the watermelon and when Wallace did this funny thing where the rabbit would be him, and Wallace would be the rabbit.  You should see this movie.  This movie could be rated K.  There were no scary parts.  And we ate popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114817691709114382?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114817691709114382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114817691709114382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114817691709114382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114817691709114382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114791874267801365</id><published>2006-05-17T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:19:02.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapping in Evilville</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He liked to rap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His favorite game on Zoom was Mummy Rap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, a monster came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He took him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He took the little boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anson was sad and poor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he turned into the Green Goblin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gets this yo-yo that will come right back to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, he’s not really evil, even though he’s acting evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s just doing it for the yo-yo and for the Mummy Rap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got the yo-yo, but then he stopped working for his boss that was evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he moved to a new house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t know that everyone was evil in there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he moved out of that town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then, he tried Yo-Yo town and he liked it cause they played Mummy Rap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, they had store night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, one time, from Evilville, they came and took everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then, the kid got super angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he had to go to Evil Town and buy everything, then he went back to Yo-Yo town and put it all back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they came and stole it all again and he had to go back to Evil Town again and get it all back…and then one more time of all that but this time he put a laser shield up when he got home so whoever tried to get in would get hot and burn up and die that was from Evilville.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114791874267801365?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114791874267801365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114791874267801365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114791874267801365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114791874267801365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/rapping-in-evilville.html' title='Rapping in Evilville'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114782893117072546</id><published>2006-05-16T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:22:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated K for Kid</title><content type='html'>I think there should be a new movie rating.  It is K for kids.  These movies would not have that sad part that's in almost all the movies.  The sad part is the part where something is sad in the movie.  I don't like that part.  Other kids that are my age DON'T LIKE IT either.  So, if something was rated K, you would know it wouldn't have the sad parts.  There should be more movies like that.  I liked Hoodwinked because it didn't have the sad part.  Whoever made that movie, they should make more movies that are rated K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114782893117072546?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114782893117072546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114782893117072546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114782893117072546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114782893117072546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/rated-k-for-kid.html' title='Rated K for Kid'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114771703808393523</id><published>2006-05-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:17:18.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taddlepole</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little taddlepole who had a mommy and a daddy.  The next day the taddlepole did not know what a dad was.  Then he told his dad, "What's a dad?"  Then the dad said, "A dad is just a dad."  Then he found this ball in the water.  He didn't know what it was.  Even his dad and mom didn't knowed what it was.  Nobody who was a frog knowed what was it.  Then the little taddlepole just played with it.  Then something happened to it.  That something cutted it in half.  Oh, and I forgot to tell you that the new ball has a dinosaur in it.  Then the baby taddlepole found the ball but he saw that it was cut in half.  He found this tape.  Nobody knowed what it was, so he put it around it to see what it would do.  Then, he saw that it would stick.  So the taddlepole fixed the ball.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114771703808393523?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114771703808393523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114771703808393523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114771703808393523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114771703808393523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/taddlepole.html' title='Taddlepole'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114770805714758230</id><published>2006-05-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:47:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodwinked Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/hoodwinked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/hoodwinked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this movie Friday night, and we stayed up until 11:03!  We ate popcorn.  We sat on the couch and had covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this movie was funny.  My favorite person was Twitchy.  The big snow balls were funny that Granny made.  My favorite part of the movie was when Twitchy had the camera and he was winding it and the wolf's tail got caught.  Now that was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114770805714758230?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114770805714758230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114770805714758230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114770805714758230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114770805714758230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoodwinked-movie-review.html' title='Hoodwinked Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744662909059608</id><published>2006-05-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:10:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named Code Blue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Code Blue knowed this guy named Code Red.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Code Red knowed this guy who was named Code Yellow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In real life, I have no idea what this means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went to the park, and then there was a grass monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was unstoppable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I didn’t tell you that Code Red, Blue and Yellow were geniuses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, they had to go to their lab.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They made a gun that was unstoppable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took a whole year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, at least one week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, on the last day they came and counted to ten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the grass monster wasn’t there, because he had sawed the gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next time, he didn’t see the gun because they left it in their car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, then, they went and counted to ten, then the grass monster WAS there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They runned to the car and then gotted the gun, and then shooted him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had to shoot him 100 times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, do you want to count to 100?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll just count by tens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, they shoot him on the one hundred and oneth time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they saw another one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, we don’t have to count by tens to a hundred this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t even have to count.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, they shooted him 100 times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, they saw a whole family of grass monsters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, this time they went to the lab and made their gun even better where they would only have to shoot it one time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, they shot all the grass monsters one time, so they shot it five times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, all of them were dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744662909059608?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744662909059608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744662909059608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744662909059608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744662909059608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-10-2006.html' title='May 10, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744660172223759</id><published>2006-05-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:10:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 8, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always told his mom about eyeballs, like in Spongebob where his eye balls come out and swing on swings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then spiders came out of his eyeballs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, one time he got sicked out by eyeballs, but the eyeballs came alive and attacked him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they came and got on his mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, when they attacked him, it was ok, that’s not bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There will be a bad part later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he put some pants on his head and watched TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the next day, he got some underwear, put it on his head, told his dad he was off to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to school and everybody didn’t like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, they put a baby shirt on his head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only his mom typing on the computer could see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I never told you, but his mom was named Heather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he had a weird brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always got dangerous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One time he broke his collar bone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, here comes the bad part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, Hayden did this crazy trick and he broke all his bones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the next day Hayden came home and everybody got scared, because he looked like a living sea monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, Anson had to make him come to his lab, put him in this thing, where he couldn’t get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he made him different and he wasn’t a sea monster anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then, he hurt himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day when he came home, he turned into Allergy Men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he had to go to the lab and fix his own self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was easy for him since he was a boy genius.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He invented a pet named Gottard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He helped him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he was back normal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744660172223759?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744660172223759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744660172223759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744660172223759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744660172223759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-8-2006.html' title='May 8, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744656540221652</id><published>2006-05-12T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:09:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 26, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy and he went to the store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bought a gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Body liked it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t use it very much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only time he used it was when he saw bad guys and when it was time to pop balloons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, one day, somebody when he was asleep, took his gun. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That person was the stealer gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The stealer gun took everyone’s guns when they were asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No body liked him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not even one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His boss was named Slytherin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day he didn’t bring it anywhere, but they had a party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he found out that somebody took his gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the next day, he figured out that it was the stealer gun and his boss Slytherin had told him to steal his gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he goes to their secret lab where they make stealer guns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he broke the machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slytherin noticed, but he made another one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then that kid bought another gun and the stealer gun went and took his gun again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were balloons to pop and figured out that the stealer gun had taken his gun again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, the kid figured out that Slytherin had made another machine and made another stealer gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time, the machine was so hard he had to buy 100 guns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he shot the machine with all the guns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It explode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It said, “In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast-off.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made a big, big noise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slytherin was still alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he shotted him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he figured out that he was a robot that was unstoppable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he had to go to the store and buy 1 million guns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went and shot Slytherin, but it did not work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did not know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he had an idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never told yall that that kid was a genius.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he built a sword that could beat unstoppable robots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he hit Slytherin, the robot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made everyone feel happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744656540221652?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744656540221652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744656540221652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744656540221652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744656540221652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-26-2006.html' title='April 26, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744651105058260</id><published>2006-05-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:08:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to the zoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a monkey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It walked on a rope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he saw a turtle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It swam under water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he saw an alligator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a bear too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was asleep too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he saw a drink fountain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wanted some pink lemonade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, the drink fountain gave him it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, it didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It gave him the opposite thing, which is water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he broke it in half.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fixed it again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went to see all the other animals like Cheetahs, and elephants, and wolfs, and owls and skunks and armadillos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744651105058260?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744651105058260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744651105058260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744651105058260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744651105058260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-12-2006.html' title='April 12, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744647612681495</id><published>2006-05-12T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:07:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 27, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy, and he went to a circus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were dumb elephants, Tarzan, fans, dummies, coo-coo clocks, dots and many more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to the circus and he saw 7:42 on the coo-coo clock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he met a guy who was in a costume like a remote control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were tigers that almost eat everyone…except for the kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the kid made a gun that would shoot the Tigers and kill them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he made another invention that would make everyone come back to alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He used it on them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The circus was over, but they lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744647612681495?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744647612681495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744647612681495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744647612681495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744647612681495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-27-2006.html' title='March 27, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744635973651200</id><published>2006-05-12T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:05:59.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a sith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a book, the Sith’s Light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one knows why they would read it because people are good, but siths are evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, Darth Vader was actually Annikan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody knew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then something bad happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the trees got cut down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they banished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, somebody found them and put them back in their little slots with glue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they all lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744635973651200?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744635973651200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744635973651200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744635973651200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744635973651200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-23-2006.html' title='March 23, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744633735063642</id><published>2006-05-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:05:37.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was an old man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Sponge Bob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His pet was named Gary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a snail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sponge Bob was a, well, a sponge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sponge Bob’s choice was to go to a theater, go to a race, or go and buy a ruler.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He decided to go in a race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always tried his hardest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he saw some fruit on the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a pot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it came from Nicaragua.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, army men came and they got Sponge Bob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went to jail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he escaped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he watched a thirty minute show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he took a nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744633735063642?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744633735063642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744633735063642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744633735063642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744633735063642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-20-2006.html' title='March 20, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744631681227345</id><published>2006-05-12T08:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:05:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away there lived a princess in a far away castle, but she was locked up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The handsomest prince, named Prince Charming came through a scorching desert for many days and nights to reach the castle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went up to the highest tower of the bloody room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a dragon in the castle, but not in the room where the princess was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They climbed out the window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they got married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744631681227345?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744631681227345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744631681227345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744631681227345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744631681227345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-15-2006.html' title='March 15, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744629188992102</id><published>2006-05-12T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:04:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy named Anson who had a dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His parents were Heather and Aaron and his brothers were Hayden, Ashton and Danny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day he went to the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was 16 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a lot of sand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a sand monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The monster was trying to get Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he looked behind him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He found the car and went straight home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he came back and beat the sand monster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went back home again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made just him happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744629188992102?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744629188992102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744629188992102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744629188992102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744629188992102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-1-2006.html' title='March 1, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744626883707758</id><published>2006-05-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:04:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 27, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was0 a boy named Anson and he was a king.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made everyone jealous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was king of t;7he world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people were geniuses and they made a potion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they put the potion on the King.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The potion made the king forget everything that he was doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He forgot he was King.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He opened a restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He worked at Raven’s dad’s restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744626883707758?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744626883707758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744626883707758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744626883707758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744626883707758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-27-2006.html' title='February 27, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744625059663314</id><published>2006-05-12T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:04:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 22, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time in the town of Freeland there was a boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He liked to go to the store to get all different kinds of things, but since it was Freeland, he didn’t have to buy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he got like tv’s, gameboy games and every kind of game boy and even the xbox 360.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then this evil genius built these robots that zapped people to make them not free anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anson was a genius too, so he built a gun and shooted the robots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t matter what kind of gun he used, because any kind of gun can kill a robot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744625059663314?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744625059663314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744625059663314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744625059663314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744625059663314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-22-2006.html' title='February 22, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744622827979876</id><published>2006-05-12T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:03:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who was a genius.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He growed some fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the fruit grewed and they turned alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fruit died because no one wanted to water them anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made everyone happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744622827979876?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744622827979876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744622827979876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744622827979876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744622827979876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-20-2006.html' title='February 20, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744620438368157</id><published>2006-05-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:03:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 17, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy named Anson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mother was a good mother and his father was a good father too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once day something happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a volcano.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It exploded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They got a special shovel and they got the lava and putted it in the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made everyone happy and they lived happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744620438368157?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744620438368157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744620438368157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744620438368157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744620438368157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-17-2006.html' title='February 17, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744618431119834</id><published>2006-05-12T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:03:04.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 16, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a princess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there was a prince.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went to the castle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a wicked witch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had a magic broom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She made spells.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the prince and the princess figured out what made the spells.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the witch’s magic broom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, when she setted it down, they broke it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744618431119834?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744618431119834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744618431119834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744618431119834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744618431119834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-16-2006.html' title='February 16, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744615938979041</id><published>2006-05-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:02:39.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 8, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there were two boys and their names was Ashton and Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went to the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They lived in Colorado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, they weared a scarf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went skiing and they saw snow bunnies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw them on Stanley.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They can walk on the deep snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, the rabbit falled into the snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His whole body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hayden and Ashton found the rabbit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were too much holes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They put some duct tape over some of the holes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rabbit got out of the snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hayden and Ashton were happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744615938979041?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744615938979041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744615938979041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744615938979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744615938979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-8-2006.html' title='February 8, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744613542372209</id><published>2006-05-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:02:15.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 3, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time Hayden went to the poop place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People didn’t like the pooping place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They hated it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the worst place in their entire life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All they get to do there is just poop, poop, poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Hayden’s town flooded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you know he’s the President of Poopville?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hayden told everybody to drink the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone got an amoeba.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Rusty comed and saved the day by getting all the amoeba’s out of the place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744613542372209?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744613542372209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744613542372209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744613542372209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744613542372209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-3-2006.html' title='February 3, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27990425.post-114744593315865580</id><published>2006-05-12T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:58:53.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time our family went to a circus.  There were clowns, elephants, giraffes, tigers, silly monkeys, and cotton candy.  The monkeys were riding on horses' backs.  There were cool wart hogs.  Then a giraffe kissed a girl.  The girl puked.  She decided she wanted to go home since she puked.  All of a sudden the lights went out.  The people screamed for their mommy and pooped in their pants.  The electricity came right back on.  A guy in the cannon shoots himself to something.  He lands on a trampoline with a big hole that has big squares.  The people went home, took off their underwear and washed them.  Then put them back on.  The End.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27990425-114744593315865580?l=allthingsanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/feeds/114744593315865580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27990425&amp;postID=114744593315865580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744593315865580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27990425/posts/default/114744593315865580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingsanson.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-2-2006.html' title='February 2, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469855870811660403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
