<?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-1929652669703561536</id><updated>2011-10-02T22:09:04.345-04:00</updated><category term='volunteer'/><category term='movie'/><category term='racism'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='children'/><category term='recess'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='GPB'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='family'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='sage'/><category term='community'/><category term='donate'/><category term='garden'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='review'/><category term='book'/><category term='Event'/><category term='help'/><title type='text'>You hear that, World?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-5527113604481016041</id><published>2010-08-27T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:30:58.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkerbell &amp; The Great Fairy Rescue! YES!</title><content type='html'>Finally, some tips on how to really fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrEA9XApvIc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrEA9XApvIc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Years before meeting Wendy and the Lost Boys, Tinker Bell met Lizzy, a little girl with a steadfast belief in the power of pixie dust and the magic land of fairies. &amp;nbsp;During the fairies’ summer visit to the flowering meadows of England, two very different worlds unite for the first time and Tink develops a special bond with a curious child in need of a friend. &amp;nbsp;As her fellow fairies launch a daring rescue, Tinker Bell takes a huge risk, putting her own safety and the future of all fairykind in jeopardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.totaleclips.com/player/Splash.aspx?custid=907&amp;amp;clipid=e68646&amp;amp;playerid=69&amp;amp;affiliateid=-1&amp;amp;bitrateid=378&amp;amp;formatid=10" width="352"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Experience Disney’s astonishing all-new movie about the true power of faith and friendship.&amp;nbsp;Bursting with excitement and imagination, Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue is magical entertainment for the whole family. &amp;nbsp;You might even learn to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/THg8pxF6MDI/AAAAAAAABbE/KneDmgUfwps/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="65" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/THg8pxF6MDI/AAAAAAAABbE/KneDmgUfwps/s400/-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;releases as a Blu-ray Combo Pack, DVD and Movie Download on Tuesday, September 21. The film features the voices of Mae Whitman as Tinker Bell, Pamela Adlon as Vidia, Kristin Chenoweth as Rosetta, Lucy Liu as Silvermist, Raven Symone as Iridessa, Lauren Mote as Lizzy and Michael Sheen as Dr. Griffith (Lizzy’s Father).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-5527113604481016041?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/5527113604481016041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/08/years-before-meeting-wendy-and-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5527113604481016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5527113604481016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/08/years-before-meeting-wendy-and-lost.html' title='Tinkerbell &amp; The Great Fairy Rescue! YES!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/THg8pxF6MDI/AAAAAAAABbE/KneDmgUfwps/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-8171056954384879468</id><published>2010-04-21T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:35:18.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution Petition - I AGREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA5WFTqMqUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA5WFTqMqUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I asked my mom if I could sign the Food Revolution petition because it's not true that if something is yummy, you should eat it.  Do you think so too?&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/1929652669703561536-8171056954384879468?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/8171056954384879468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/04/jamie-olivers-food-revolution-petition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/8171056954384879468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/8171056954384879468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/04/jamie-olivers-food-revolution-petition.html' title='Jamie Oliver&apos;s Food Revolution Petition - I AGREE!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-6767375264783016432</id><published>2010-01-20T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:03:18.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recess'/><title type='text'>I don't think I'm scary at all! Do you?</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch my video because maybe you can learn something.&amp;nbsp; I'm calling this my &lt;b&gt;TALES FROM RECESS&lt;/b&gt; series, which is very cool, right?&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I'll put more stories on my blog in case your children aren't telling you what happened to them at recess or in class, because maybe you're not nice to them all the time and they don't want to share. I don't know, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orYoqNRX2vY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orYoqNRX2vY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell my mom what you think by making a comment&lt;a href="http://execumama.blogspot.com/2010/01/scary-little-black-girl.html"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Okay, thanks, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-6767375264783016432?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/6767375264783016432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-think-im-scary-at-all-do-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/6767375264783016432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/6767375264783016432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-think-im-scary-at-all-do-you.html' title='I don&apos;t think I&apos;m scary at all! Do you?'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-4177941694602223102</id><published>2009-12-28T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:50:10.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Madi</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hi! I haven't been blogging for a long time, have I?  Christmas was good, by the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Szk1q5S-eDI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SL8w-dtvJqM/s1600-h/1012-018-57-1068.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Szk1q5S-eDI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SL8w-dtvJqM/s400/1012-018-57-1068.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so I want to tell you about my best, best friend, Madi, who lives in Tennessee now. &amp;nbsp;Madi was in my class, and we were best friends. &amp;nbsp;We both knew about Michael Jackson songs, and we used to take walks together during recess and sing Michael Jackson songs all the time. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I would ask Madi to do a turtle neck, which she was very good at doing. &amp;nbsp;Now, Madi's grandpa is sick, so her mom and dad decided to go see him, and take care of him, and of course they took Madi with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I first heard that Madi was moving to Tennessee, I wasn't very sad, because I didn't know that she was going to stay there. &amp;nbsp;I was okay with just a vacation, but when I knew she was going to stay in Tennessee, I got sad, and every time I saw or heard her name, it made me think of her more and more. &amp;nbsp;Last night, I started to cry because I missed Madi. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to write her a letter, but Mommy says we don't have their address, so I got even more sad, because I wanted to do at least something, so we can stay friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, Madi and I always used to talk funny together like this: "Peace up, A-town down!", or "Peace out, suckaaaas!"&amp;nbsp;but then Mommy said if I don't know what something means, then don't say it. So then we said other funny things that we knew what they meant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy said I should do a blog post about it, so I can get the thoughts out of my head, so that's what I'm doing, and &amp;nbsp;Mommy's typing for me. &amp;nbsp;It makes me feel better, because if I have it out of my head, I won't think about it as much, and then it will be hard to think about again, because I'll have to find it somewhere out of my head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to say bye, so Goodbye!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/gen_missyou/1012-018-57-1068.gif"&gt;**Image credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-4177941694602223102?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/4177941694602223102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-madi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4177941694602223102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4177941694602223102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-madi.html' title='Missing Madi'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Szk1q5S-eDI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SL8w-dtvJqM/s72-c/1012-018-57-1068.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-6258620906987437106</id><published>2009-12-05T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:44:51.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Update on the mini-footballers *SOCCER* project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxmQ90UPXeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Fs9_vejsUvs/s1600-h/Picture+7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxmQ90UPXeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Fs9_vejsUvs/s400/Picture+7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE: &lt;/b&gt;This is not Marley! It's her mom, posting with her permission and supervision (lol!) about the progress on the soccer cleats ad gear collection project for the Waterhouse Football Club, members of the Jamaica Football Federation, in St. Andrew, Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further delay...drummmmroooollll....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxmO0a6jeQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ystAmjCMGuI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxmO0a6jeQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ystAmjCMGuI/s320/Picture+6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;We officially have a &lt;b&gt;shipping source&lt;/b&gt;! This is wonderful news, because we were getting ready to send out letters to FL and GA-based shipping companies requesting free shipping. &amp;nbsp;Special thanks to Waterhouse Football Club's Chairman, Bruce Bicknell of &lt;a href="http://www.tankweld.com/index1.htm"&gt;Tank-weld Metals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a firm deadline for packaging of all donated cleats, socks, shin guards, or jerseys. &amp;nbsp;The deadline is &lt;b&gt;JANUARY 10, 201&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We would like to have everything packaged and in Florida, ready for shipping by that date. &lt;br /&gt;- If you're in metro Atlanta, you can mail your package to us, or we'll come pick 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;- If you are not in metro Atlanta and want to send your donations to use, please email me at arichards (at) execumama.com and I'll get you squared away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Forgot the details of the project? Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwChRmow0DM"&gt;the video&lt;/a&gt; all over again for information, and a few giggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pass it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-6258620906987437106?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/6258620906987437106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-mini-footballers-soccer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/6258620906987437106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/6258620906987437106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-mini-footballers-soccer.html' title='Update on the mini-footballers *SOCCER* project'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxmQ90UPXeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Fs9_vejsUvs/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-7423674708951945466</id><published>2009-11-27T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:00:49.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxCDzM1cTRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8VxU1VTwqto/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxCDzM1cTRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8VxU1VTwqto/s400/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.hostessblog.com/wp-content/uploads/uploaded_images/kids_thanksgiving_crafts.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.hostessblog.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fun-for-kids/&amp;amp;usg=__-gjZiM94s26ieAMKF5Kbsr8uKP4=&amp;amp;h=576&amp;amp;w=475&amp;amp;sz=174&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=14&amp;amp;sig2=6mbni_Yg9E646o6Gr-H6Sw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Yxkd2ud9G6mDFM:&amp;amp;tbnh=134&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthanksgiving%2Bfun%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=UoIQS7qzG4a0tgfHg-msCQ"&gt;Photo Credit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mommy to type a blog post for me while I have the time to do it.&amp;nbsp; I have five whole days off from school -- isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school, Kindergarten did a play, and it was called Hooray for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I was dressed as a Pilgrim woman, but I wanted to be dressed as an Indian woman instead, because the Pilgrim woman looked funny.&amp;nbsp; Not the type of funny where you laugh, but the funny where it looks weird.&amp;nbsp; The costume didn't have any details, just black and white, which aren't my colors.&amp;nbsp; The Indian woman's costume had many details, and I like details. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKSGIVING DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to talk about some stuff that I ate.&amp;nbsp; Coconut cake, veggie lasagna, rice and beans, corn bread, cranberry sauce, and fruit juice that my Daddy made, which was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll tell you about what I didn't eat.&amp;nbsp; Did I tell you my sister and I are vegetarians? I didn't eat turkey, I didn't eat chicken, and I didn't eat ham.&amp;nbsp; I don't eat meat because it's not one of the things that vegetarians are supposed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, we had a party, which was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; We played Michael Jackson's music, and I really got on that dance floor! Some of my cousins performed, and Sage and I said a poem called Beauty Gaze, which made everyone so surprised because they didn't think we could remember a whole poem, but we did.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous, but I did it anyway, and it turned out to be not so scary, and it felt like I did so quickly in a flash!&amp;nbsp; Our little cousin Amayah, who's two, watched Dora for a long time all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night with Grandma Valerie and Grandpa Frederick, and Amayah, and A'zhae, whose 9, and Rhyan, who is now ten years old, and we got to watch a Michael Jackson countdown! A'zhae and I danced together when the countdown started, and that was fun! Thriller was a bit frightening, but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving was one of the best I've ever had! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-7423674708951945466?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/7423674708951945466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-thanksgiving-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/7423674708951945466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/7423674708951945466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-thanksgiving-holiday.html' title='My Thanksgiving Holiday'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SxCDzM1cTRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8VxU1VTwqto/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-1127054021149322583</id><published>2009-11-10T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:02:32.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><title type='text'>A Community Service Project &amp; My Very First Vlog!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get here from my &lt;a href="http://execumama.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcing-mini-footballers-project.html"&gt;Guest Post&lt;/a&gt; on mommy's blog? This is the video for the mini-Footballers project.&amp;nbsp; It is starring me, but not Sage because she just wanted to run around and do her thing, which that's okay.&amp;nbsp; If you want to donate soccer shoes for children, then shoot my mom an email at arichards(at)vozvisual.com, and then she'll help you out.&amp;nbsp; Happy to talk to you guys! I like this!&amp;nbsp; BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwChRmow0DM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwChRmow0DM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-1127054021149322583?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/1127054021149322583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/11/community-service-project-my-very-first.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/1127054021149322583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/1127054021149322583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/11/community-service-project-my-very-first.html' title='A Community Service Project &amp; My Very First Vlog!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-459218664862695486</id><published>2009-10-09T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:44:10.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><title type='text'>Nightmares are NOT fun!</title><content type='html'>Hello! How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell you about my nightmare, so here's the scoop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream took place at my Grandma Paulette's and Grandpa Ken's house. &amp;nbsp;I was playing with my sister, Sage, in their backyard, when Sage fell on a rock. &amp;nbsp;Then she actually turned into a giant brown body rock! It was in Sage's shape and everything, with little things on it that looked like salt, but it wasn't really salt, because salt can't be on a rock unless somebody shakes a little salt on it by accident, and it was my dream and I didn't see anyone shake salt on Sage's body rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa came over to me and asked me, "Can you take off the rock part of her face?", and I said "Nooo!", and then I started crying, and crying, and crying! *Hey, now that I'm telling you about it, it's pretty funny!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I really was crying! I was crying so much that I woke up Sage! Okay, now I'm calling Sage over so that Mommy can type Sage's remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Sage. &amp;nbsp;As told to Mommy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was sleeping, and I heard Marley crying. &amp;nbsp;My sister asked me to get into her bed, and then I did. Then I was trying to cheer my sister up. &amp;nbsp;I gave her hugs, and we listened to a recorded book from the library, and I told her to hold Sprinkles, and she said "No, you hold it," and then I said "No, you hold it because you are the one crying," so she held it. &amp;nbsp;Then we played tug of war with my sister's scarf, and then we read books in our room, and then I helped my sister find shapes in the Shapes &amp;amp; Colors book, and then we colored! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;(End of Sage's "remembering"! LOL)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ss9OQyoYj8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/zGOcrp3iDIo/s1600-h/IMG00027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ss9OQyoYj8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/zGOcrp3iDIo/s320/IMG00027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was standing at the door and we didn't even know! She took that picture of us coloring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the nightmare was very sad and scary! Some stuff that Sage and I did took it out of my mind for a little while, but not for took long. &amp;nbsp;I told Mommy about my dream and how Sage actually made me feel better, and she said she liked how we were being nice to each other, and that I wasn't being mean to Sage or Sage wasn't crying or anything. &amp;nbsp;Also, she said we're blessed to have each other together, which is true because God really did give us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun talking to you! See you next time. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-459218664862695486?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/459218664862695486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmares-are-not-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/459218664862695486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/459218664862695486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmares-are-not-fun.html' title='Nightmares are NOT fun!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ss9OQyoYj8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/zGOcrp3iDIo/s72-c/IMG00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-3573539245834372087</id><published>2009-10-05T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:44:22.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Marley's Review of Testing the Ice: A Children's Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello again, folks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ssqddx4gchI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kEvsaOE3_E8/s1600-h/100_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ssqddx4gchI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kEvsaOE3_E8/s400/100_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said a lady sent her a copy of a book called Testing the Ice, and that I could help her decide if the book was fun or not. Very cool, right?! I know! Well, I wondered if it would hurt someone's feelings if I didn't like the book, but Mommy said all I can do is tell the truth, which is very right, so I will.  I liked it very much, and here are my reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marley's Very Own Five Reasons Why Testing the Ice is a Keeper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The writing on the cover of the book is written in cursive! It's not the twirly cursive that I can't understand, either.  Nope, it's pretty and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The illustrator is one of our favorites! We have another book that he illustrated, and I always feel like the people he draws are almost real, but not really because I know they're in a book.  My point is that I feel like the people could be real if they weren't stuck in a book. Plus the pictures of their lake made me want to go swimming, but Mommy said it's too cold to go to the pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like that the book showed pictures of people with all different colors of skin.  If everybody was the same color, or looked the same, that would be verrrryyy boring, plus I would get very confused about who was who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I liked that their daddy said "Ya know what? I'm gonna do it!" even though it might have been scary for him to join the major leagues when people didn't want him there.  He was very brave, and I'm brave too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The book made my sister, Sage cry.  That's not something I liked, because I don't want Sage to cry. But I did like that Mommy made her feel better by telling her that some of those things that brown people had to go through back then, we don't have to go through now. And I know that's true because we go to any restaurant we want, and nobody ever calls us funny names, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ssqd3RfqkjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/nCBSMhbGTTk/s1600-h/100_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ssqd3RfqkjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/nCBSMhbGTTk/s320/100_0126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's it.  Oh wait, Mommy is giving away free copies of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Story-About-Jackie-Robinson-Testing/dp/0545052513/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254794345&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;the book&lt;/a&gt;—but not ours—on her blog, so you can enter the contest &lt;a href="http://execumama.blogspot.com/2009/10/sharon-robinsons-testing-ice-childrens.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you want a copy for your daughter, or even your son if he's doing a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thanks! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-3573539245834372087?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/3573539245834372087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/10/marleys-review-of-testing-ice-childrens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3573539245834372087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3573539245834372087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/10/marleys-review-of-testing-ice-childrens.html' title='Marley&apos;s Review of Testing the Ice: A Children&apos;s Book'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Ssqddx4gchI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kEvsaOE3_E8/s72-c/100_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-5809239972926217429</id><published>2009-09-21T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:10:36.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten Telling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon folks! Folks is such a proper word to say, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is letting me blog about being in kindergarten, and I typed that first part all by myself, right up to the word kindergarten, and I even spelled kindergarten right! When mommy saw that I spelled it right, she hit me on the arm happy saying "Ooh, you did spell kindergarten right!", which she kind of frightened me, but it's okay because I know she was just happy for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I LIKE ABOUT BEING IN KINDERGARTEN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with my best friend, Madison (Madi for short). Madi knows a lot more cool stuff than you could imagine a 5 year old knows! She know everything Michael Jackson did when he was a little boy! We used to sit together, but now we have assigned seats, which means we have to sit where Mrs. Bullard tells us to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My teacher, Mrs. Bullard, because she wears toe rings, and I'd never seen toe rings before. Also, I like her again because when she tells us to go move our frogs, she says it in a light voice, which is nice. Oh, by the way, moving our frogs means we had very good behavior, and when your frog gets to the rock, you get a sticker. Each time you get a sticker, you get to go to the treasure box and pick out a toy.  I like her again because she teaches us counting, and letters, and how to do things the kindergarten way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My 3rd grade friend, Jordan, gets to ride the school bus with me.  Jordan is 8 years old, and we're at the same bus stop. I like Jordan because she teaches me lots of cool things, like cool tricks to do with my hands, and she tells me about Michael Jackson stuff on Youtube.  Sometimes, I'm not sure if she's telling me the real truth, because I can't just say I trust her with everything.  Sometimes we don't get along very well, but she's always my best friend &lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My special work. Mrs. Bullard gives me special work because she says I'm ready for it. During center time, or the times we get classwork, and I finish before all my friends, I get special work, which is easy. I guess they think it would be too hard for the other children, which I don't actually know, that's just my opinion.  I wish that all my classmates—even Madi—could get a chance to do special work too, because maybe they could get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The media center, because I get to borrow any book that I want. &amp;nbsp;It's like being at the library, but instead it's at school, which is great, because the library is one of my favorite places ever. &amp;nbsp;Here's a very cool picture of me at the library. Aren't my green tights cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgxeQxgmjI/AAAAAAAAAww/JDsKwZmg2RA/s1600-h/MarLibrary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgxeQxgmjI/AAAAAAAAAww/JDsKwZmg2RA/s320/MarLibrary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT BEING IN KINDERGARTEN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waking up early, because that's just not my time to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgGsD86DEI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0RV2JHe0X_Q/s1600-h/SSPX0165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgGsD86DEI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0RV2JHe0X_Q/s320/SSPX0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being quiet on the bus, which is not fair, because I have a lot to talk about with my friends. If we talk, the bus driver says she'll write us up. In PE, there's a sign that says "Life has rules, play fair", so I guess that's one of the rules in life for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's cloudy when I go to the bus stop in the morning, and I only like going out when the sun is up, and there aren't so many bugs outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have to hurry up all the time, and I don't like that because I like to take my time and do things right. Everything is quick, even breakfast, and I eat really slooww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgFbb3PqoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xeNTIDmuD7M/s1600-h/SSPX0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgFbb3PqoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xeNTIDmuD7M/s320/SSPX0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says she might have to home school me because of my lesson plans at school, and I think that would be so much fun.  We would get to go on field trips and meet new friends, but I won't get to see Madi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. I enjoyed talking to you all! See you next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrguwzRj8RI/AAAAAAAAAwo/GxOMHQQZp3o/s1600-h/ByeMar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrguwzRj8RI/AAAAAAAAAwo/GxOMHQQZp3o/s320/ByeMar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1929652669703561536-5809239972926217429?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/5809239972926217429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindergarten-telling.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5809239972926217429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5809239972926217429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindergarten-telling.html' title='Kindergarten Telling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SrgxeQxgmjI/AAAAAAAAAww/JDsKwZmg2RA/s72-c/MarLibrary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-4097791042743292465</id><published>2009-08-25T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:07:06.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPB'/><title type='text'>Doughnuts &amp; Dinosaurs: My Super-Dinosaury Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyQHtLvv9lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyQHtLvv9lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went to the GPB Studios!! GPB stands for Georgia Public Broadcasting, and it was to celebrate Dinosaur Week, coming September 13 - 18th.  It was so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gpb.org/dinosaur-week"&gt;It was all about this! Cool, right?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the very first people in the studio, and we looked around at all the lights, and I saw a camera, but it was hiding, and I know that because I couldn't see it at first.  Sage said she could see the camera in the dark, but I wonder if she's just saying stuff?? Anyway, I was very interested in the cameras because I don't know how the cameras get to put stuff on TV or how they get the pictures to reach on the movie screen?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHvtWRq2bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cgU4MmceFvI/s1600-h/Photo_082209_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHvtWRq2bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cgU4MmceFvI/s320/Photo_082209_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373339392782555570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the studio got very full of grown-ups and children, but I didn't see any teenagers, and that's probably because they were all at a party or something.  Then, a man started speaking and we listened very carefully because he was telling us what we would be doing that day, and plus he told us about the premier of Dinosaur Train, AND he told us we'd meet one of the dinosaurs named Buddy after the movie was finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHss9SP2MI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JQXxYlAZwsU/s1600-h/Photo_082209_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHss9SP2MI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JQXxYlAZwsU/s320/Photo_082209_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336087539210434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so cool! They had a time tunnel they used to travel through time where they met friends who told them about different types of dinosaurs.  After each premier section, not the whole movie, they told us about the dinosaurs that the children and their mom met, which was fine.  The man who taught the children about dinosaurs is called a Paleontologist, which is too long, so I'm just going to call him a teacher of dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to meet Buddy AND take a picture with him.  Buddy was very happy to meet us, and while we were waiting our turn in line, we kept trying to say hello to Buddy, but he didn't answer because he didn't talk.  Maybe he just wanted to be quiet, or the people who told him to be dressed like a dinosaur told him not to speak because maybe they thought children might be scared if he talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpIJdPLRcOI/AAAAAAAAAts/CYxy3NYvV5M/s1600-h/SSPX0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpIJdPLRcOI/AAAAAAAAAts/CYxy3NYvV5M/s320/SSPX0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373367703301091554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and Sage rode on the train! I thought the train was just going to be inside like at the mall Grandma Valerie takes us to, but it was actually outside!!!  The train driver zig-zagged and he went all the way down to the actual road, so we had to ride it twice! The train driver even blew the whistle that goes "Toot! Toot!", but it was so loud that I had to cover my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHstMc93AI/AAAAAAAAAtU/iX7F9wKdFD8/s1600-h/Photo_082209_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHstMc93AI/AAAAAAAAAtU/iX7F9wKdFD8/s320/Photo_082209_017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336091610700802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Daddy took me to whatever activities I wanted to do, except the place where you watched TV, and Mommy took Sage to all the art activities, which were the only, and I mean only, activities she wanted to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my wrist painted instead of doing my actual face because I panic when mommy puts water on my face.  At first, I got a painting of a bracelet with a butterfly charm, but it got wet when I washed my hands, so I got another one.  The other one was a bracelet with a heart charm and that one didn't get messed up at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpIJcoLz74I/AAAAAAAAAtk/fZKg3uJxt7s/s1600-h/SSPX0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpIJcoLz74I/AAAAAAAAAtk/fZKg3uJxt7s/s320/SSPX0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373367692834369410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage painted a dinosaur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpRDaI9rmqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7h1Axm8NkIs/s1600-h/sagepaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpRDaI9rmqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7h1Axm8NkIs/s320/sagepaint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994371721697954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage did a screenprint picture of a big, giant dinosaur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHssCNFIBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ZNZ0BUovSJ8/s1600-h/Photo_082209_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHssCNFIBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ZNZ0BUovSJ8/s320/Photo_082209_014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336071679844370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she got her face painted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHsr91_7_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T3LfPtUFKdM/s1600-h/Photo_082209_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHsr91_7_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T3LfPtUFKdM/s320/Photo_082209_021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336070509293554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and mommy and daddy let Sage and me get our very own full doughnuts, but then my tummy started aching because they gave me too much sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk with you, and that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-4097791042743292465?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/4097791042743292465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/08/doughnuts-dinosaurs-my-super-dinosaury.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4097791042743292465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4097791042743292465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/08/doughnuts-dinosaurs-my-super-dinosaury.html' title='Doughnuts &amp; Dinosaurs: My Super-Dinosaury Saturday'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SpHvtWRq2bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cgU4MmceFvI/s72-c/Photo_082209_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-3435268328404703160</id><published>2009-08-11T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:35:09.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hello! You remember me, right? So I see you have known  me as execugirlm, and you like my blog story posts, and now I have more things to tell you! I had a famliy vacation which is good, and this one was really good!   So  3,2,1…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy  &amp; daddy were  planning  a trip to south Florida, and we finally went, and it was so awesome! We rented a car, and it was so cool!  It didn’t need a key to start, either!  On the way we saw lots of cool buildings and stores, and then when we got to Florida, we saw lots of big plam trees!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMs7gAV9I/AAAAAAAAArM/EGkI1SSJpNw/s1600-h/SSPX0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMs7gAV9I/AAAAAAAAArM/EGkI1SSJpNw/s320/SSPX0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368867671804762066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it took a really long time, and so me and Sage got a little cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMsHoMDII/AAAAAAAAAq8/V6dwGAav05Q/s1600-h/SSPX0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMsHoMDII/AAAAAAAAAq8/V6dwGAav05Q/s320/SSPX0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368867657880439938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we did so many fun stuffs! We got to see our cousins, Marjani and Amara, and they are so cute and fun, and they are good at sharing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMsUol0CI/AAAAAAAAArE/ia6QUJyWg8U/s1600-h/SSPX0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMsUol0CI/AAAAAAAAArE/ia6QUJyWg8U/s320/SSPX0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368867661371789346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fun part was when we had a slumber party and spent the whole night whith our cousin Moya while mommy &amp; daddy went  to  the Maxwell concert with auntie Denise and uncle Shaun. Moya is 17, and Moya is so nice she is 100% fun!  Moya really made our day, and mommy let her paint our toes for the very first time ever! Oh, and we went to a park and met a little girl named Jade and she was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see Diamond &amp; uncle TJ, mommy’s younger brother, oh and we went to the beach, and I liked it. Our great-grandma Mavis went to the beach with us too.  I was happy that a nice woman gave me her mini surf board, and I used it to swim on the waves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmrURvcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uhAFK0l26vw/s1600-h/Photo_073109_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmrURvcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uhAFK0l26vw/s320/Photo_073109_010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368831280497671618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmY-ohaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Y5BtzhtcyXM/s1600-h/Photo_073109_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmY-ohaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Y5BtzhtcyXM/s320/Photo_073109_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368831275575051682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we went to Benihana for dinner, and the man cooked in front of us, and I think it was really cool because he did a lot of cool tricks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmF_z6PI/AAAAAAAAAqk/FlZ76fuPM48/s1600-h/Photo_080209_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoHrmF_z6PI/AAAAAAAAAqk/FlZ76fuPM48/s320/Photo_080209_016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368831270479718642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are home aaaaaaah! Home  sweet home! I love when my family chooses to go on a trip! Oh, and I feel like a typing Queen today, because I typed this whole entire post, and I started on Last Saturday, the 8th, and then mommy edited, which means she fixed up my spelling and the spaces only, but not my words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from school, which I’ll tell you all about! But I will do a nother blog post about my first week of Kdg, which is short for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to talk to you, and goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-3435268328404703160?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/3435268328404703160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-vacation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3435268328404703160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3435268328404703160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-vacation.html' title='My Family Vacation'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SoIMs7gAV9I/AAAAAAAAArM/EGkI1SSJpNw/s72-c/SSPX0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-913951337532661097</id><published>2009-07-27T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:35:14.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending the night @ grandma and grandpa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sm5iCvQ2vVI/AAAAAAAAAos/VbDlPq7zYxc/s1600-h/n1300665926_247923_5627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sm5iCvQ2vVI/AAAAAAAAAos/VbDlPq7zYxc/s400/n1300665926_247923_5627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363332005431262546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sm5jLaF30dI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HtrQ18Yuv_A/s1600-h/s1081311464_30272824_8652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sm5jLaF30dI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HtrQ18Yuv_A/s400/s1081311464_30272824_8652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363333253878501842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon!  You remember me, right?  Remember all the other blog posts I made? Well now I'm making one about spending the night at my grandma and grandpa's house.  Well, I mean, OUR grandma and grandpa's house. You know, me and my sister Sage.  You know me as Execugirl M and my sister is Execugirl S, pretty cool right.  Anyway, we are two, one of a kind, beautiful brown-skinned big and little sisters and we got to spend the night with our grandparents. 3, 2, 1...Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have to pack any clothes or toothbrushes because they have clothes for us in our very own room at grandma and grandpa's, which has our very own toys and our beautiful princess bed and a princess closet, oh, and a dazzling mirror where me and Sage can see our whole entire selves!  We packed our toys - I packed my brand new tiger bag from Florida (grandma and grandpa went on a trip to Florida to see our auntie Kimmie and they brought me the tiger bag and bought Sage an alligator bubble stick from the zoo), and Sage packed her doll, Rainbow- and daddy drove us over to grandma and grandpa's to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we did a few things before bedtime.  Grandma was in the room watching TV as usual, and grandpa was watching Satanta Sports, which daddy likes to watch too.  Satanta Sports is about soccer players, and one of them is a team called Chelsea.  Anyway, grandma bought us some new DVDs, and let me tell you what they were: Kronk's New Groove, Berenstein Bears Catch the Bus, Dragon Tales, and another classic DVD with shows that I used to watch when I was a toddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, we got dressed in our night clothes and Sage and I watched Kronk's New Groove.  Then Sage got so sleepy, and I was the only one watching it, which was okay.  Then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when grandma had to go to work, Sage and I made dumplings and salmon with grandpa.  It was fun because we got to knead the dough, and I put the dumplings in the pot of boiling oil to fry the dumplings.  I didn't even burn myself, because grandpa helped me, but Sage didn't do it by herself because grandpa didn't want her to burn herself. Grandpa is kinda lessony, which is a little too much learning for me, because I can't follow all the things I'm supposed to learn when I want to do a thing I want to do.  But we still had a great time with grandpa making the dumplings, because it wasn't too lessony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when daddy came to pick us up, he said that the next time we go to Florida, they can allow us to swim with the dolphins at the Seaquarium if you have your swim suit!  Oh, and then we gave the dumplings and salmon to mommy when she was doing her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I was happy to speak to you, and that's the end of my post.  See ya soon when I do my next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-913951337532661097?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/913951337532661097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/spending-nhigt-grandma-and-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/913951337532661097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/913951337532661097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/spending-nhigt-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Spending the night @ grandma and grandpa&apos;s'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sm5iCvQ2vVI/AAAAAAAAAos/VbDlPq7zYxc/s72-c/n1300665926_247923_5627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-4747378231320397291</id><published>2009-07-17T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:05:13.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, My 2nd movie review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SmEbZAPDuyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eymDqE_k9Ag/s1600-h/ice_age_dawn_of_the_dinosaurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SmEbZAPDuyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eymDqE_k9Ag/s400/ice_age_dawn_of_the_dinosaurs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359595147921439522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember me, right? So, I'm here to do my second movie review.  My mom is typing for me, because she said I can't practice on her time, because it would be wasting her time, which I don't know why she said that, but anyway, it's time to move on to the important part -- 3...2...1...Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy thought it would be a good treat for us to go to a movie, and Sage and I decided on a movie.  At first, we had a problem deciding what we would watch.  Sage wanted to watch "Up" and I wanted to watch "Ice Age".  Anyway, we decided on my movie, and next time we'll watch Up.  We got popcorn, and a little sip of daddy's cherry slush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now about the movie...well, it started off with a silly squirrel who was always trying to get the perfect acorn.  But he met a girl squirrel, and then he fell in love with her.  I know that because even though I don't understand what he says because he talks squirrel, not human, he fell down to the icy floor when he saw her.  The floor was icy, which is why it's called Ice Age.  Plus it had dinosaurs, which is why it's called Dawn of the Dinosaurs.  Oh, someday I'm going to be a creator of a movie. Maybe a movie about a dog who does nothing, but it will still be a very funny movie.  Maybe it will be called "Isn't This the Best Movie Ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were two things that looked really weird, one was Ellie and the other was Manny.  They were in the same herd and they were having a baby together.  They had to save their green friend named Sid the Sloth.  There was a lot of icky stuff happening in the movie, like when Sid the Sloth went into a dinosaur's nose and the dinosaur blowed him out and there was icky grease all over his face! Gross, right?  Also, there was a new animal they met, and his name was Buck, and he led Ellie and Manny (before the baby was born) and their friend who looked like a tiger, and two little rats to find Sid.  Buck lived in a dinosaur world, which was different from the other place the weird herd lived because it didn't snow all the time.  In the end, the baby was born, and mommy thought it was so cute.  Also, the squirrels got married and they used a rock as a chair.  Oh, and the girl squirrel bought flowers from the squirrel store, possibly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have to tell you about it.  I enjoyed the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-4747378231320397291?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/4747378231320397291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-age-dawn-of-dinosaurs-my-2nd-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4747378231320397291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4747378231320397291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-age-dawn-of-dinosaurs-my-2nd-movie.html' title='Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, My 2nd movie review'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SmEbZAPDuyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eymDqE_k9Ag/s72-c/ice_age_dawn_of_the_dinosaurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-3306826924455678481</id><published>2009-07-07T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:29:05.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Our Vegetable Garden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU1wmqSRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gVgbKIKTRWE/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU1wmqSRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gVgbKIKTRWE/s320/garden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858401918863634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am blogging about our garden of vegetables today! Mommy is typing for me again, but I've been doing my typing lessons, and I think that I am going to get better, even though the lessons are not as much fun as regular games.  For our garden, our grandma Valerie brought us lots of vegetables and our very own shovels and watering cans, and we even went with her to get them! Then, daddy set up a place for us to dig. In our garden, we have tomatoes, scallion, peppers, carrots, eggplant, and cucumbers.  We even have herbs: peppermint, rosemary, thyme, and sage, which is the same name as my sister, but it's not her, it's a type of plant. I think that's very very funny because I never even knew there was a plant with a sister name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU2iaL-rI/AAAAAAAAAko/mRTTUoocKDg/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU2iaL-rI/AAAAAAAAAko/mRTTUoocKDg/s320/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858415288318642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that picture, we were going outside to water our garden, because we have to do that every day, because it's our responsibility, because we are pretty much big girls.  Then mommy brought homes onions that were already onions, but we could still plant one even though they weren't seeds of onions. The onion was from the farmer's market. I like the farmer's market, except it's sometime too cold in there, which probably makes all the fruit and all the vegetables very sad. Okay, now in the picture I am digging a hole for the onion to live and grow with other plants.  My sister says the other plants can be their family, like their moms and dads and sisters and grandmas and grandpas. It was so much fun, and daddy smiled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU2fqiclI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QzITH2dw8hg/s1600-h/mail-8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU2fqiclI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QzITH2dw8hg/s320/mail-8.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858414551593554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that picture, I was explaining to Sage that I get to hold the shovel for a little bit, and then so does she.  Sage said she was explaining that each of us get to hold the onion for a little bit, and dig for a little bit too. She was not being a very good listener and we almost lost our chance to be gardeners, which was not okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU1p4PjII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ieBYpCjAZFA/s1600-h/mail-7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU1p4PjII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ieBYpCjAZFA/s320/mail-7.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858400113560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that picture, we were looking at our vegetables and being happy that we planted them and that we are helping the environment by planting green stuff, which is pretty good and important.  And plus, it's good for your system because it gives you good vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-3306826924455678481?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/3306826924455678481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-vegetable-garden.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3306826924455678481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3306826924455678481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-vegetable-garden.html' title='Our Vegetable Garden!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SlPU1wmqSRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gVgbKIKTRWE/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-4408291736566464625</id><published>2009-06-30T12:26:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:51:14.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Movie Review: Spy Kids 3-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SkpDxIcT8EI/AAAAAAAAAic/4bitzNm0pZg/s1600-h/418px-Spy_Kids_3-D_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SkpDxIcT8EI/AAAAAAAAAic/4bitzNm0pZg/s320/418px-Spy_Kids_3-D_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353165618442137666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do? I want to tell you all about Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over.  Mommy says it's my first movie review. Mommy and Daddy came up with a way for me to say how much I like the movie by counting soccer balls, which is pretty cool because we're not just going to say the words "soccer ball", but we're going to draw them into the blog, which I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 soccer balls&lt;/span&gt; because it was kind of weird because the super boy was in love with a super girl, which is very weird.  It's weird because it made me feel out of control, like "oh no, please don't" and cover my eyes because I thought they were going to hug or kiss, which is weird when little kids do it. But I liked the 3-D glasses because they make the numbers look like they're coming out of the screen; it's really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sk05coAjDEI/AAAAAAAAAis/8M8poIr2Kxo/s1600-h/soccer-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/Sk05coAjDEI/AAAAAAAAAis/8M8poIr2Kxo/s320/soccer-award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353998695952223298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the movie, the boy, Juni Cortez (which sounds like a name for a girl)  who was a detective, went into a video game because his sister was kidnapped by an evil toy maker.  Sounds scary, right?  The toy maker had 3 assistants, and he could control people's minds.  Before Juni was sent into the video game, a girl with blonde hair came into his house and told him to remember that "everybody is your family", which to me, she was just saying that so a whole bunch of people could help him, because actually not everybody is your family.  Like I have a friend named Ella, and she's not a part of my family, she's just my regular friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of the movie was about Juni being in the video game.  First he saw two boys, who looked to me like villains, and then he met another boy, and he told them that he had to get to level 2, so he couldn't waste time.  Then the older guy told him he had to hit a target to get to level 2, which he did.  He ran, and splatted and landed on the moon and saw his grandpa, who got into a big red and yellow suit of armor, which was cool because he was in a wheelchair before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, the girl he thought was pretty was actually behind all the stuff they faced, which was fighting with robots, and racing the most dangerous race ever.  Before they could turn off the switch to shut down the video game, which is what the grown ups who worked at the video game science lab told them to do, they had to fight another robot, and then a whole bunch of other robots. They even had to go over a hot lava volcano, which if they fell in, it would be Game Over, which is probably why they called the movie Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the movie yourself and tell me if you like it.  Okay, that's the end of my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley Amai (that's my signature)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-4408291736566464625?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/4408291736566464625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-very-first-movie-review-spy-kids-3-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4408291736566464625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/4408291736566464625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-very-first-movie-review-spy-kids-3-d.html' title='My Very First Movie Review: Spy Kids 3-D'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SkpDxIcT8EI/AAAAAAAAAic/4bitzNm0pZg/s72-c/418px-Spy_Kids_3-D_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-5465059490532511636</id><published>2009-06-20T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:33:43.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Non-electricity laptop!</title><content type='html'>I got really, really, reaaaaaally excited when my mom showed me that people responded to my blog! It made me feel very happy because I really love to make blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about what I made this week! I made a laptop for my dolls out of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SjwO7FwtelI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SVhQn8rNUcc/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SjwO7FwtelI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SVhQn8rNUcc/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349166865730861650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut out the paper, and folded it, then I wrote dots for the letter keys and the numbers and the volume buttons, and I wrote a line for the space bar.  What do you think? Isn't it cool? I did something good for Earth because my dolls' laptops don't use any electricity, which is just as good as recycling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SjwOwSI72UI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aBda__vr-pk/s1600-h/barbies+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SjwOwSI72UI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aBda__vr-pk/s320/barbies+laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349166680075131202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your daughter can make one too, and then you can use the thing with the three arrows that mean recycling.  Mommy said it's called a "logo", which is a super funny word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I want to say that mommy is letting me do typing lessons at daddy's computer, and it's going fine, but usually I'm typing some random word like ESTF dadada something. But, I want to learn how to type fast like my mom, so when she was logging me on to preschooltime online, that's the moment when I asked her how she learned to type so fast, and she said, "I'm glad you asked that", and then she logged me on to typing lessons and then I played typing games with space ships and meteors, which was fun, but not really. I learned my home keys, which match my fingers for ASDFJKL; and you use your thumb for the space bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to talk to you, and I hope you do a good respond on this blog.  My next post is about Spy Kids 3, Game Over. I didn't watch the movie, but I saw the preview on Disney Channel. Maybe we can get to watch it for family movie night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use my good manners, so I'll say Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-5465059490532511636?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/5465059490532511636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-non-electricity-laptop.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5465059490532511636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/5465059490532511636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-non-electricity-laptop.html' title='My Non-electricity laptop!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHmZ41HwDGU/SjwO7FwtelI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SVhQn8rNUcc/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929652669703561536.post-3716495670686307401</id><published>2009-06-19T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:00:25.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Mommy let me get a blog!</title><content type='html'>I kept on asking my mom for a blog because I've always wanted people to know that I am a great story-teller. &lt;br /&gt;I'm Marley, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very talented. &lt;br /&gt;I'm very beautiful with brown skin. &lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to type because my mom is tired of typing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing more things soon, and my stories will be very cool, and you'll never want to stop reading them, because they're not going to be dumb or anything, and I really mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929652669703561536-3716495670686307401?l=execugirlm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/feeds/3716495670686307401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-she-let-me-get-blog.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3716495670686307401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1929652669703561536/posts/default/3716495670686307401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://execugirlm.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-she-let-me-get-blog.html' title='Finally, Mommy let me get a blog!'/><author><name>Execumama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426315658624727915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drVusLlst3M/TkEmOBcUEZI/AAAAAAAABsA/-sMBcztJ2VE/s220/MyLight.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
