tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22669088905060775862024-03-13T10:12:00.297-07:00Katie's BlogJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-37539079402545387972014-09-24T11:56:00.000-07:002014-09-24T12:05:25.525-07:00RecapHey, everybody! I haven't posted in forever, and I'm sorry about that. : (<br />
But from now on, I'll be posting regularly and most of my posts (I hope.) won't be about school or anything embarrassing from when I was 8.<br />
Let me see what's been going on... Oh, yeah, that's right:<br />
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Dad got a new job at a place called Penakem. And now he comes home at about 5:00 instead of at 6:30. Yaaaay!<br />
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Now for the biggest suprise of all....<br />
BABY ELIJAH!!!!!!!!!<br />
Our new baby brother was born on December 31st, New Year's Eve.<br />
He is now eight months old and wearing eighteen month clothing!<br />
It's so nice to have a baby in the house for two reasons:<br />
1: For practice when I have my own baby.<br />
2: So I can have someone warm and cuddly to love on!!<br />
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Okay, last thing to mention.<br />
I recently had my 12th birthday and had a lot of fun that day.<br />
I got to see Uncle Jeff and Aunt Adriane at Grandma's house because my birthday was on Labor Day.<br />
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So that's all for now from Katie Hinton. Hope to post more soon!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-64410302556530206192013-05-15T09:55:00.002-07:002013-05-15T09:56:26.407-07:00Create a Moral Dilemma<i>Create and solve a moral dilemma. Day one will be a list of setting, characters, and a brief outline. Day two will be changing the outline into paragraphs. Final day will be edits.</i><br />
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One day, Randy's friend, Tom, came over to play. Tom and Randy played war in Randy's backyard. Tom saw Randy's cat, Joseph, enter the backyard, and Tom had an idea. He said, "Hey, let's get the cat and make him jump the fence. It'll be fun!" Randy knew that the only way to make Joseph jump the fence is to scare him. Randy didn't want to scare the cat. But he didn't want to upset Tom, either. Randy finally said, "I don't want to scare Joseph. It really hurts his feelings." Tom said, "Oh, OK. Let's find something else to do. I actually didn't want to scare Joseph either. I just wanted to play something besides war." So Randy and Tom played a different game and left the cat alone.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-59067943920646032672013-05-02T11:38:00.002-07:002013-05-02T11:38:34.497-07:00Describe A "First"<i>Describe a "first." This assignment will be several days long. Day one should be an outline. Days two and three should be two to three body paragraphs. Day four should be a short introduction and conclusion paragraph. Day five should be editing and adding a photo.</i><br />
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When I was four years old, I got trampled by a horse. I nearly died and had to go to the hospital to get stitches in my head. It was very painful. After that I never wanted to get near or ride a horse again.<br />
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One day I went to my friend's house. Her name is Hannah. She has two ponies named Grey and Loretta, and I wanted to ride one. I decided to try Grey, so Hannah's mom put on his saddle and got him ready to ride.<br />
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Grey was fun to ride! It was bumpy but I didn't care; I was having a good time. We rode around the yard two times, and then I got off and let my brother and sister have a turn. Afterwards, we went inside and had dinner.<br />
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I got a bunch of "congrats," and "good jobs," after dinner, which made me feel happy. Now, every time I go to Hannah's house, I ask if I can ride their pony. Who knows? Maybe next time I will ride a horse!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-26139383773068992912013-04-24T11:16:00.001-07:002013-04-24T11:29:06.459-07:00Family Traditions<i>Write about Hinton Family Traditions. You may write about one, or more than one. Please remember to use paragraphs if needed.</i><br />
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On December 24th our family goes Christmas caroling after dinner. We go to our friend's houses (if they are there) at night and sing one Christmas song. After that we give them a treat that we made earlier<i> </i>in the day and sing one more carol that they pick. After we sing to everyone we go home, and if there are some treats left we get to eat them. When we kids go to bed our mom and dad wraps our Christmas presents and places them under the tree for the next day.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-13877730323448654912013-04-16T10:08:00.005-07:002013-04-24T11:16:55.180-07:00Cause and Effect<i>Write a cause and effect paragraph (or two or three...long enough to develop your idea). Start with an improbable statement of cause and effect, and use your paragraph to connect the dots. This should be humorous.</i><br />
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Did you know that beautiful springtime flowers can relate to an embarrassing water spewing episode? It happens because of cause and effect. Let me explain...<br />
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Flowers in the spring that just bloomed can spread a lot of pollen. Some people have allergies to pollen, making their eyes itchy and their noses stuffy. It happens with kids too. Let's say one girl has allergies and she wants to take pills instead of syrup because she is ten years old. She buys some pills at the drug store and takes them home. That night, before bedtime, she tries to swallow her first pill with some water. She gets too much water in her mouth, then drops the pill into her mouth. She tries to swallow but she spews water on the kitchen floor instead.<br />
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And that is how a flower can cause a mess on your floor.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-78140628484970648182013-04-16T10:03:00.005-07:002013-04-16T10:04:12.422-07:00Picture Prompt<i>Assignment: Find a picture in a book. Write a story about the picture.</i><br />
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<i> </i>A dragon was soaring over the ocean, looking for fish to eat. The dragon soon found a school of tuna and dived into the water, feasting on it like a king. But the dragon wasn't the only one who wanted fish. A giant shark appeared and tried to eat all the tuna before the dragon did. The dragon was infuriated and attacked the shark, trying to kill it! The shark struck back with his tail but missed the agile dragon. The two beasts clawed and bit and wrestled in the water until the shark pushed the dragon down to the ocean floor. The dragon wrestled and fought but it was no use and the dragon drowned. The shark swam away and left the dragon there to rot. But suddenly, the dragon opened his eyes! He was only pretending to drown. The dragon had gills that he turned on in the water; he could turn them off in the air and on land. The dragon swam after the shark, sneaked up on it, and killed it! The dragon flew out of the water, victorious. He roared and breathed fire into the cloudy sky, as a sign of victory.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-70237041073358590192012-11-30T10:58:00.001-08:002013-04-24T11:31:08.768-07:00HugoHugo the tangerine cat<br />
He hated the Santa hat<br />
He came from Mexico<br />
Ate a lot of burritos<br />
And now he's anoyingly fat<br />
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-8099673523845518862012-11-30T10:54:00.001-08:002013-04-24T11:17:29.650-07:00What Is A Dragon?Short tempered intelligence<br />
Fiery destruction <br />
A cold-blooded devil<br />
An active volcano<br />
A shadow in the night<br />
A growing red stain on a white clothJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-84060698573684872092012-10-05T11:51:00.003-07:002012-10-05T11:52:36.908-07:00Ms. Arabella Tries to Get a HusbandThere once was a lady named Ms. Arabella<br />
A kindly young auntie with money to spare<br />
Lonely and sad, she wanted a fella<br />
(Her husband had died when he fell down the stair.)<br />
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With hair like the sunshine and eyes like the sea<br />
It shouldn't be tricky to find a new man<br />
But she had some trouble with singing in key<br />
In fact, she quite sounded like banging of pans<br />
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In came a man who was rich and of fame<br />
He was handsome all over, from head to his shoes<br />
Henry McRoberts, he said, was his name<br />
But when she started singing he blew up like a fuse<br />
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Poor Arabella! Will she ever wed?<br />
Or will she live in a house all alone?<br />
She married her butler in a dress colored red<br />
And in California they made a new homeJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-17367973051092506612012-09-28T11:35:00.000-07:002012-10-05T11:53:58.852-07:00Birth of a DragonEver wonder how a dragon is born? Well, luckily for you I made a biography about just that!<br />
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First the mother dragon lays an egg and deserts it to live on its own. The egg is very thick and you can't see the dragon inside of it. The dragon makes it's own body heat and it is curled up inside of the egg like a snake. After one day the egg has changed to look like a thick fog but you can only see the outline of the dragon. It remains still.<br />
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On the second day the dragon has woken up, is making low rumbling sounds, and you can see more of the dragon. The next day the dragon is angry for being in the egg so long. Not only is it making more rumbling sounds, but it is thumping around in the egg and also scraping the shell.<br />
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On the fourth day the dragon breaks the egg with its horns and uncurls from the egg. When the dragon hatches from the egg it is very hungry. So the dragon's instincts lead it back to its family so the father dragon can feed the baby. If there are any other siblings in the family the baby might eat them while the father dragon is out hunting! Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-53402219749106232902012-09-19T11:56:00.000-07:002012-09-19T11:57:22.054-07:00A Dragon Ear Cuff's StoryMy name is Amy and this is the story of me. I was a gold nugget that lived in California in 1849 under-ground in fresh soil. The soil smelled great and I didn't need anything else to make me happy.<br />
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One day a hairy farmer dug me up from the soil along with dead vegetable plants. His hair felt like dirty wool and his breath smelled like garlic. He put me in a car and drove me to a queer looking building that had a diamond on it. He gave me to another man with a bunch of tools and he gave the farmer money. After the farmer left the other man took some tools and crafted me into a golden dragon ear cuff.<br />
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A woman came in the store and gave the man some money and took off with me. Ever since then I have been around her ear. I am glad that I have been turned into an elegant dragon.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-87661545430610786522012-02-22T15:28:00.000-08:002012-02-22T16:01:23.279-08:00The Mighty Warrior, Book 1 - The Beginning<span style="font-weight: bold;">The story of a small dragon who turned into a mighty warrior...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmd1xzL-3rv1fbMoXKgaZxEV2P-YSvHcn4qdh_8asGqTDSU00tLi6zeaI9p-IhGK1NdNq_NwrP8h7QEwTVGBnynz-KiJmZQjizXUunEKsL7uPyqc9xVDLvpNwZZh4_Z3qTRnS_3OdD2Dtu/s1600/100_5296.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmd1xzL-3rv1fbMoXKgaZxEV2P-YSvHcn4qdh_8asGqTDSU00tLi6zeaI9p-IhGK1NdNq_NwrP8h7QEwTVGBnynz-KiJmZQjizXUunEKsL7uPyqc9xVDLvpNwZZh4_Z3qTRnS_3OdD2Dtu/s320/100_5296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712105957219741730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The Egg</span><br />Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a big lightening storm, the biggest one of all! Then a stroke of lightening hit right in the middle of dragon land.* There, an egg was made. A dragon egg. Meanwhile, a male and female dragon found the egg and adopted it. The dragons were both Nightmares so they expected the dragon to be a Nightmare, too. But they were wrong. The dragon hatched from its egg and it turned out to be the legendary Poisondart dragon. These were said to be the most powerful of all dragons. That night when they put him to bed he got into a position that no other dragon could get into. The parents saw this and named him Zoku. Zoku, in dragonese, means "Mighty Warrior."<br /><br />*Dragon land was an island that nobody could map. All the dragons lived there.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C9Hp7s6XBCa1Plt-14DYWSEve2xqncAbzL_64VVGcxwO3oeXSXN6YUGDU3cKIA6mznMVrEa9Vxo0r9VMNIBF-RbSHME_xlLDSnEIxekEDcnzZq1LXXlJcG8hFMRLMn3Wf5c8ob9VKizo/s1600/100_5297.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C9Hp7s6XBCa1Plt-14DYWSEve2xqncAbzL_64VVGcxwO3oeXSXN6YUGDU3cKIA6mznMVrEa9Vxo0r9VMNIBF-RbSHME_xlLDSnEIxekEDcnzZq1LXXlJcG8hFMRLMn3Wf5c8ob9VKizo/s320/100_5297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712107321777108930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Growing Up</span><br />The next day, Zoku was nine years old. The mother and father Nightmares said, "Today we're going to teach you..."<br /><br />"How to fly?" said Zoku.<br /><br />"Um, yes," the parents said. They took him to the top of a mountain. Then they said, "The first thing you need to do is..."<br /><br />But Zoku was already flying without any instruction. Then when he landed he said, "Can we practice fire now?" When they got to the fire place, the father dragon said, "Let me guess. You already know how to breathe fire."<br /><br />"Yes, sir!" answered a very excited Zoku. After those two words were said, robotic laser dragons sprung up and started firing. Zoku dodged the shots and burned them to smithereens. The two Nightmares just stood there, their jaws dropping to the ground.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUHvdmXBJsMUGNzqN7GaVOwXnVKgDxV1xc6ZUQhK0RTRqLiphlGPDKJlXV3tFQXc5zYN8ZixRxLTl_yMWmtOpI3AwaKnv1_uzid3KyMP9BpEtz5pcNup8c5iHnM0vvd3bhVU1SC9LOnlQ/s1600/100_5298.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUHvdmXBJsMUGNzqN7GaVOwXnVKgDxV1xc6ZUQhK0RTRqLiphlGPDKJlXV3tFQXc5zYN8ZixRxLTl_yMWmtOpI3AwaKnv1_uzid3KyMP9BpEtz5pcNup8c5iHnM0vvd3bhVU1SC9LOnlQ/s320/100_5298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712108941718817106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. How Poison Killed His Loved Ones</span><br />The next day, Zoku was a teen. His parents automatically took him to poison class without telling him. They didn't need to tell him because he already knew he was going there. He had live bait to poison. Rodents. There were merely one million of them and Zoku poisoned all of them from head to toe. Because the parents were so impressed, they showed Zoku the different species of dragons in person. That very night, Zoku killed both his father and mother with his tail poison while rolling over.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcheWxnhc3mH_INevFu7U65G3ZsMeJDPCFEYFDK3NDvoM2l7TR2sd7Hf5aqMdYl89BNW6dpwDlzcG09TIwadeAyuXjFkIQRGePBoEJil7qF9YNCan72OZcpJ1XGEhuQJODmAwU_jD6jX8/s1600/100_5299.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcheWxnhc3mH_INevFu7U65G3ZsMeJDPCFEYFDK3NDvoM2l7TR2sd7Hf5aqMdYl89BNW6dpwDlzcG09TIwadeAyuXjFkIQRGePBoEJil7qF9YNCan72OZcpJ1XGEhuQJODmAwU_jD6jX8/s320/100_5299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712109914585884178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. The War</span><br />The next day after Zoku found out that his parents were dead, there was a war. The eastern tribe of dragon's king declared war on the island so he could rule. Zoku fought and was captured. He did all the servant's work. He was lashed, too, by the king himself. He got no food to eat there so he almost starved.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzjxUhuHdi97PhIqwWRKE6Z3-Gm0UowukLxkM8qLK7nav8C-J197z-Kblvj_FVCgDAXQFrEheZYC4Dq8Qa23fMb4zN9DVHOzwv9ozYZeGl2pMty55fTTDJz3RRitt9_tmD4ODVdGtpw5A/s1600/100_5308.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzjxUhuHdi97PhIqwWRKE6Z3-Gm0UowukLxkM8qLK7nav8C-J197z-Kblvj_FVCgDAXQFrEheZYC4Dq8Qa23fMb4zN9DVHOzwv9ozYZeGl2pMty55fTTDJz3RRitt9_tmD4ODVdGtpw5A/s320/100_5308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712112323233469346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. The Escape</span><br />That night the moon was a full moon that shone brightly. And somehow Zoku absorbed it through his skin. He absorbed so much light that the moon disappeared. Then the whole jail was filled with light as Zoku rose from his cell. He flew away and cursed the eastern dragons.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKUQDivebheH1YQVTRbA9dN8_PWujzvDT_NLzDkoeX9J7X0LajrWrSHxcxGSqlWsLF8WGuc_hDa5t93XRV1P6Iv_lSersyjvjN7xhfZvYVyiuDGCWew7hrG17MTaaxhgaI6EqUzdMp-DK/s1600/100_5300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKUQDivebheH1YQVTRbA9dN8_PWujzvDT_NLzDkoeX9J7X0LajrWrSHxcxGSqlWsLF8WGuc_hDa5t93XRV1P6Iv_lSersyjvjN7xhfZvYVyiuDGCWew7hrG17MTaaxhgaI6EqUzdMp-DK/s400/100_5300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712113443351002146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Don't miss Book 2 - The Orb</span></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-52286753132806165372012-02-22T15:13:00.000-08:002012-02-22T16:02:55.263-08:00Dragon Sketches<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWqEC1GBnVdH4sKuKEzLlWM-6Zmo7dqGfoXPWvDvfWq3ybK88naY6g9pqNVNMo0Vka5BrfX3qisQGBazGtdjh6u7WchuljnBg_vNJ7eqoovhxypyzbK8-RMj3t6An-ZnrJFnSQnviomJE/s1600/100_5290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWqEC1GBnVdH4sKuKEzLlWM-6Zmo7dqGfoXPWvDvfWq3ybK88naY6g9pqNVNMo0Vka5BrfX3qisQGBazGtdjh6u7WchuljnBg_vNJ7eqoovhxypyzbK8-RMj3t6An-ZnrJFnSQnviomJE/s320/100_5290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712103868194588770" border="0" /></a>Ice Dragon<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflthd50hJg4ZboBm_5ZGu7Yzob1qdhSxQWdYe35MVzvZEIe4-rJRcD8Ue_2UQDLAZU_FNRIqXsyNsg5_oSGJpZzLAsF2f7JMH6l2H_Vq3VF2VXd5b0X2-e2xNAah1uFydhklQxE4GWnbs/s1600/100_5288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflthd50hJg4ZboBm_5ZGu7Yzob1qdhSxQWdYe35MVzvZEIe4-rJRcD8Ue_2UQDLAZU_FNRIqXsyNsg5_oSGJpZzLAsF2f7JMH6l2H_Vq3VF2VXd5b0X2-e2xNAah1uFydhklQxE4GWnbs/s320/100_5288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712103859871068050" border="0" /></a>Fire Dragon<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Dxc1Uiz7oAxhA7GfcQFEJXG08Bzbxbh5q-XXwG8TQgCc1NEHG3mef3215dM3hws4IBVkWEq9OHnxumiXlZQ2yQ_CfA9zBNXMV412lrHgnkKKUdEWzKo0vW2NtYip4t9jndmiTnkdkspo/s1600/100_5287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Dxc1Uiz7oAxhA7GfcQFEJXG08Bzbxbh5q-XXwG8TQgCc1NEHG3mef3215dM3hws4IBVkWEq9OHnxumiXlZQ2yQ_CfA9zBNXMV412lrHgnkKKUdEWzKo0vW2NtYip4t9jndmiTnkdkspo/s320/100_5287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712103858141881154" border="0" /></a>The Phoenix and the Dragon<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQFyGj8dbJs40vIYa1k1KbaTUHNZax2n22Tdgz77t_6zfVkM6CWG5ytZalsblCyqG0HP0Tx3W6U5A_dAFrWFzl-5oAGHzpSx0VmbMKbRN4V2JFBIEoCOdvm9tVn7i6oBU6lVzQ4wUJ2Nu/s1600/100_5303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQFyGj8dbJs40vIYa1k1KbaTUHNZax2n22Tdgz77t_6zfVkM6CWG5ytZalsblCyqG0HP0Tx3W6U5A_dAFrWFzl-5oAGHzpSx0VmbMKbRN4V2JFBIEoCOdvm9tVn7i6oBU6lVzQ4wUJ2Nu/s320/100_5303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712103879750951586" border="0" /></a>Birthday Cake Plans<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm60snYjphEInAsDH8gkCZer0N9Pl16a9R2pxHWsQdE41j6aLS-s98J15ps714-ydr0HZzzDsMIKJ-s4WwE8Vx8Zy3g5Vlq3-HAOcn5a0vv1AfqYg3W3FdbUmcv6MH444Yn9Fp4zUJ3xG7/s1600/100_5282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm60snYjphEInAsDH8gkCZer0N9Pl16a9R2pxHWsQdE41j6aLS-s98J15ps714-ydr0HZzzDsMIKJ-s4WwE8Vx8Zy3g5Vlq3-HAOcn5a0vv1AfqYg3W3FdbUmcv6MH444Yn9Fp4zUJ3xG7/s320/100_5282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712102269228062994" border="0" /></a>Gronkle, Nightmare, Nadder-Head, Scouldron, Zipple Back, Snap Dragon, Whispering Death, Terrible Terror<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GVDbCaLFQZv5tRqDPRBWpH5w11W2js06XzUmlEy8w6yeKWxXXHmcapK6Bk401pkcwj3Asr9kC0eEtvxkMCEOqJ6IOl7gqJbatwGqfJ4SVC3_cHtyz99HLvz-a1kRkKX-1wCfz79IsMaL/s1600/100_5283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GVDbCaLFQZv5tRqDPRBWpH5w11W2js06XzUmlEy8w6yeKWxXXHmcapK6Bk401pkcwj3Asr9kC0eEtvxkMCEOqJ6IOl7gqJbatwGqfJ4SVC3_cHtyz99HLvz-a1kRkKX-1wCfz79IsMaL/s320/100_5283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712102269503566386" border="0" /></a>Thunder Drum, Change Wing, Timber Jack, Skrill, Night Fury, Bone-NapperJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-56644926324178778282012-02-22T14:58:00.000-08:002012-02-22T15:12:19.047-08:00The Thunderbolt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwTjO9Ku0PT9iuO8NMk7bqIeb5KJYxMnVEeOyMJ7pUJHjs6mulfLzFhD1GWZH8zK-PXDQPXmbyumOA45WzUOu-fg_WFTiH7rVsBZ-_rbN0Fv5Le7y1IjF_u0ZxliCeny-i_AvQqCBcuME/s1600/100_5302.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwTjO9Ku0PT9iuO8NMk7bqIeb5KJYxMnVEeOyMJ7pUJHjs6mulfLzFhD1GWZH8zK-PXDQPXmbyumOA45WzUOu-fg_WFTiH7rVsBZ-_rbN0Fv5Le7y1IjF_u0ZxliCeny-i_AvQqCBcuME/s320/100_5302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712101333234468754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This dragon is highly dangerous. It can go way faster than a night fury. It is known to fly up into the sky, then shoot down and burst into flames. This dragon can only be drawn like the picture above because if you look at it you will die because it is so scary.</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-24937568365702537222012-02-22T14:57:00.000-08:002013-04-24T11:20:54.442-07:00Mama's Valentine's Day Gift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-mW3NtEVLoTuUVXreYq3ENIM7uGn3296rOuf0czF7UHx2Zbthe5aLQqcEA7hcFX_Q7sceT_9xBW7_qo2b9AVjD3aqMrsIMI_4cUJO4odnGHCNgAFP5MOSo7iIkfsQ2pLqBeCUYUN-jdy/s1600/100_5280.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712098027371811490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-mW3NtEVLoTuUVXreYq3ENIM7uGn3296rOuf0czF7UHx2Zbthe5aLQqcEA7hcFX_Q7sceT_9xBW7_qo2b9AVjD3aqMrsIMI_4cUJO4odnGHCNgAFP5MOSo7iIkfsQ2pLqBeCUYUN-jdy/s320/100_5280.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-49220037382624419362011-11-29T15:16:00.000-08:002011-11-29T15:57:13.232-08:00Dr. Seuss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5cIvTWFmvHCEugPegS8j01kzT2bKug1wT0UFicZvLv2eOS5-Hnr50GtWuivBh2BckeLthMko_HIJ5WpS7U4LQPaluc1v9FoMeSteFlRyYpwSm80W7LKcKxkPV_fwtHFfxlZxv4lAuECH/s1600/cat-in-the-hat2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5cIvTWFmvHCEugPegS8j01kzT2bKug1wT0UFicZvLv2eOS5-Hnr50GtWuivBh2BckeLthMko_HIJ5WpS7U4LQPaluc1v9FoMeSteFlRyYpwSm80W7LKcKxkPV_fwtHFfxlZxv4lAuECH/s200/cat-in-the-hat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680570158946616930" border="0" /></a><br />Theodore Geisel was born in 1904. Because his father was a superintendent at the zoo, he sketched the animals there. Theo graduated from Dartmouth College but later dropped out of Oxford. At some point he joined the army. When he started writing books he made bizarre animals like a camel with a feather duster on its head. He wrote lots of childrens books but he didn't have any kids of his own. He wrote 47 books like The Cat in the Hat, which have been translated into 20 languages. Most kids know him as Dr. Seuss, but when Theo illustrated his own books, he used the name Theo LeSieg. (LeSieg is Geisel spelled backwards!). This wonderful man died in 1991 but will always be remembered as a great writer.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Note from Jenny: This is Katie's first real report. She chose a subject, gathered information, planned her paper, wrote two rough drafts and two final drafts, and typed it all herself.)</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-41161657800130886802011-11-11T10:38:00.000-08:002011-11-11T10:47:47.792-08:00Zoranove (ZOR-u-NO-vay)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehi0XIIOqnwmKonxnb-4MEwhy07wF_HH6edc9kZ3xQxr2hLGTBDSeomzD0AHjMfp-Tagpp8oHe_-idsL-SZHNkMo9vy8mnMKYIF674f7YKhl0WnB-rpoKKGhVIeZzVnA-lRQ26TJ1oqh2/s1600/100_4509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehi0XIIOqnwmKonxnb-4MEwhy07wF_HH6edc9kZ3xQxr2hLGTBDSeomzD0AHjMfp-Tagpp8oHe_-idsL-SZHNkMo9vy8mnMKYIF674f7YKhl0WnB-rpoKKGhVIeZzVnA-lRQ26TJ1oqh2/s320/100_4509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673811710501438066" border="0" /></a><br />Believe it or not, this creature is a dragon. This is the story of Zoranove.<br /><br />Once, Zoranove was a soldier in the Dragon Army. Then he found a cave, home to the "Three Creatures of Doom." He went inside. He saw something move.<br /><br />It turned out that it was a lion. While battling the lion he lost a leg so what he did was chop off the lion's leg and put it on him. Then a Phoenix came out of the background and tried to attack him. He lost another leg in this battle. He took the Phoenix's claw and wings this time. Then out of nowhere a Nightmare attacked him, too. He lost his tail during the battle. He got the Nightmare's tail and he stuck it on his body.<br /><br />He had a lion paw, the Phoenix wings and claw, and the Nightmare tail.<br /><br />The parts of the animals' bodies had evil in them. The evil flowed into the Zoranove's heart and it turned him evil, too. He flew to the nearest volcano and dove into the lava. He only comes out once a year because he makes a lot of destruction. And here's the date: June 15th. The volcano was named Mt. Zoranova. If you live near Mt. Zoranova you should protect you and your ramily from destruction on June 15th. You can recognize him with his lion paw, Phoenix claw and wings, and his Nighmare tail.<br /><br />Be careful.<br /><br />The EndJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-81964891144498624642011-11-07T11:23:00.000-08:002011-11-29T15:54:41.819-08:00Practice Makes PerfectWhen I do school I sometimes mess up but that's okay. If I keep practicing I'll get better at it and I won't mess up that badly the next time I do it. I was six the first time I started piano and I wasn't that good. But now that I'm nine I'm better at piano because I practiced three years and got really good at it. I was also six when I first started art lessons and all I could draw were shapes. I'm still taking art lessons now that I'm nine and I can draw all sorts of things like animals, now that I had a little practice. So if you're having a lot of trouble at something keep practicing and you will get better at it.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-65934086111291927922011-10-27T09:39:00.000-07:002011-11-29T15:55:22.793-08:00My Cat Hugo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IDOEgW3Z5p6etHEnAS2inUeY-7vo11AilPRE09KseUr6FO0zR9UQ5KkfR6xq88tP8bEQXj5GaGihV_T5ijOrWPWp20V_Htru3ATi8V5BVmG6HAJKzpRa0NNfFRG26AR-dx_vWoVBS7Sv/s1600/100_2819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IDOEgW3Z5p6etHEnAS2inUeY-7vo11AilPRE09KseUr6FO0zR9UQ5KkfR6xq88tP8bEQXj5GaGihV_T5ijOrWPWp20V_Htru3ATi8V5BVmG6HAJKzpRa0NNfFRG26AR-dx_vWoVBS7Sv/s200/100_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668225917177447938" border="0" /></a><br />If you ever met Hugo I think you would like him. He's very fluffy and he's a Mane Coon (a Mane Coon is a kind of cat). Hugo is orange and white (not to mention his feet are black from walking in the flower bed) and is very cute...but he's not a girl. He's very big, very heavy, and also very fat. Hugo wants to go in the attic even though he doesn't know that there's rat poison in there. He purrs very loudly and when he's really happy he gets in weird positions on the bed.<br /><br />Hugo is crazy about birds, but he's too chicken to get a bug. His most favorite things to eat are tuna, chicken, and cat food. Every time my mom goes up the stairs Hugo races her. He was born in Mexico and we got him for an early Christmas present. Now, since he's gotten used to us, he runs away from my little sister Audrey, who is four years old. Hugo knows why to run away from her: because she clipped off his whiskers and she shut the door on his tail. Don't worry, he's a nice cat. But beware if you are like my sister.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-6258982853576216552011-10-11T09:16:00.000-07:002011-11-29T15:57:50.415-08:00Mary's Birthday PartyMary's birthday party was really fun !!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I hid in the curtains when Mary's friend Caroline went down the hallway, and when she got near the curtains I jumped out of the curtains and said "BOO!" It was soooooo funny! Then when Mr. Chris came home, Mrs. Laura brought out the cake and everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to Mary. The cake was carrot cake but I don't remember what the frosting flavor was. Some of the presents were funny and cute. Mary got a sleep mask that had big eyes on it and she looked like a monkey when she put it on.<br /><br />Then when it got dark we played an American Girl game. Right when I was about to go to bed, we played Killer in the Dark. The next morning, we went to the store right across the train tracks and Mary spent her birthday money on us so we could get a snack. When we got back, Mary's friend Carly was there. Then Mary's mom and dad drove us to Trivia Night and we watched <span style="font-style: italic;">The Secret of Nimh. </span><span>I can't wait 'till the next birthday party!</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-21372098773713836602011-02-07T10:19:00.000-08:002013-04-24T11:21:19.866-07:00When I Grow UpWhen I grow up I want to be a stay at home mom, 'cause if I work I won't get to see them much and they go to school for eight hours. And when they get home, they have to do lots of homework. When I grow up I want to be a stay at home mom so I can see my kids a lot.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266908890506077586.post-15752797170399993082010-12-06T13:11:00.000-08:002010-12-06T13:25:26.415-08:00First PostHi, my name is Katie! First time I've had my own blog. Tomorrow is home school craft day! I'm soooooo excited! I love crafts...but it might get a little messy! Soo...that's all I can think of to post. Bye!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15167334869167452715noreply@blogger.com2