<?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-7172406115839075333</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:48:14.849-07:00</updated><category term='the night at the museum'/><category term='Tandy Hills'/><category term='Creative Writing'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Purple Puff of Smoke'/><category term='Wink'/><category term='Prairie Restoration'/><category term='The Grassman'/><category term='Arlington'/><title type='text'>Annie's Wild Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-7237295378463218210</id><published>2010-01-09T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:17:43.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen subjects!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well I have made at least 4 blogs and no one has posted a coment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o please subjects spred my word or eles...Now I well rite a nice story for your injoyment ONCE OPON A TIME a lone traveler on the enter net stumpeld on a blog called well nothing had no titel.The lone traveler read the blog and found it very  nice and left no coment.He noticed it was very late so he crald in to his small sad bed and fell a sleep he woke up to fiind the sound of thumping.He got up and looked around.BAM BAM he said very loud and bold LEAVE NOW OR FACE ME.A hard cold slimy hand grabed hard around his leg.He fell to the ground and nocked out cold.The next day he found him self with no legs and no arms.ernnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnt.A thing fell apoun him It reeked so bad it awoke a green thing.The man screamed he fellet a hard tug in his stumick and Now in the coment you finish the story!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-7237295378463218210?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7237295378463218210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=7237295378463218210&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7237295378463218210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7237295378463218210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen-subjects.html' title='listen subjects!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-7579969653598786861</id><published>2009-12-28T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:48:09.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello I am Annie Skylar Trujillo and I have a very important message. Me Annie Skylar Trujillo(at or as for short) have invented a new word or shorting for the word uh see well its kind-a like VIP but VIFP Very Important Facebook Person unlike Very Important Person and I need your help my fine fine people.YOU YES YOU the one sitting in front of the computer you need to spread this and say Annie Skylar Trujillo of Wink and Prairie Queen made this.Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-7579969653598786861?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7579969653598786861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=7579969653598786861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7579969653598786861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7579969653598786861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/vifp.html' title='VIFP'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-4788339297766586884</id><published>2009-10-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:09:24.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hobow&lt;/span&gt; some flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!Well mom thought it was a good idea.She told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doranego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloged&lt;/span&gt; about it that the flip over chair and&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt; charp&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hobows&lt;/span&gt; house well there was a beer can down the but that was all.So are way along the trial we started to pick flowers well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aculy&lt;/span&gt; I did no one ells. So when we got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;streem&lt;/span&gt; there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;botle&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;streem&lt;/span&gt;. It would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;purfit&lt;/span&gt; to put the flowers in for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hobow&lt;/span&gt;. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;clid&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;slipery&lt;/span&gt; mouse thank God that i dint fall.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;qiwly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;grabed&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;botel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;throow&lt;/span&gt; it  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tword&lt;/span&gt; my bother that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;spost&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cach&lt;/span&gt; it but you can never trust a tester. it floated back down the steam. so I had to go to the other side my mom said to take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shose&lt;/span&gt; of and go in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; so cold never again will I jump in to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;streem&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;grabed&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;botel&lt;/span&gt; and made my way up as fast as I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;finaly&lt;/span&gt; I got to mom and she took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;botel&lt;/span&gt; and put the flowers in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-4788339297766586884?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4788339297766586884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=4788339297766586884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4788339297766586884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4788339297766586884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gave-hobow-some-flowers-ok-well-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-8082622205097394046</id><published>2009-09-22T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:37:52.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Puff of Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Puff of Purple Smoke Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Srl74VW1wZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/cj7qxxVvsZI/s1600-h/Purple-Smoke-Bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Srl74VW1wZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/cj7qxxVvsZI/s200/Purple-Smoke-Bomb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384471037233971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I remembered to water my plants.  Forgetting the rose bush, I walked outside and grabbed my hose and turned on the water.  As I watered my plants and went to the area the rose bush was, it was gone!  I was so confused, why wasn't it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, I walked to the left side of my land watering my Orange tree.  I noticed that the rose bush was back!  I went to where the rose bush was and looked at it.  Confused and scared, I went and turned off my water and went back into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished packing my things and left.  When I arrived at the airport, I looked for a parking space and went inside.  Looking at the big chart, my plane was going to leave in five minutes, so I hustled to the plane and took my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in Florida I looked around and saw a hotel so I called a taxi and took off.  I got to the hotel and unpacked my things.  As I sat down and took my shoes off, I heard a big noise.  I looked out the window and saw a plane coming right at me!  I had no choice, but to jump out the window.  I looked down and saw the pool, "yes,"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "the pool will break my fall."  I jumped.  Air slapping my face, heart racing before I even had the chance to think, I slammed into the water.  "Ouch!"  I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car keys fell and bounced on my head and into the pool.  As I swam down to get my car keys, a man came floating down with a parachute on his back.  He said, "If you want to live, come with me."  I hesitated.  "Are you coming or not?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...I don't know," I said in a jittery voice.    I walked toward him and he gave me a towel.  "Who are you?" I asked.  "I was the rose bush."  "What?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hid in the rose bush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;!"  I exclaimed.  "Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to explain.  You're going back home."  "Why?" I asked.  "Knowing too much of your future could be dangerous.  See you in twenty years.  Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!  What?"  Poof!  I was back on my couch.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;,"  I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-8082622205097394046?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8082622205097394046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=8082622205097394046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8082622205097394046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8082622205097394046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/puff-of-purple-smoke-part-ii.html' title='Puff of Purple Smoke Part II'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Srl74VW1wZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/cj7qxxVvsZI/s72-c/Purple-Smoke-Bomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-8889504730454049046</id><published>2009-09-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:34:19.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Puff of Purple Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrLxiRZ5PJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wgrInFEOD9k/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrLxiRZ5PJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wgrInFEOD9k/s200/g2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382630075751021714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I awoke on a sunny day.  When I got enough energy to get up and change my clothes, I went outside to meet my dogs.  As they licked my face, I petted them with great pleasure.  We have three dogs, one is very short, she is a munchkin. Some people think we call her a munchkin because she's small, but it's actually a real type of dog.  Then, we have the pack leader, she's a rottweiler.  Finally, we get to the short, chubby one.  I'm not so sure what he is.  So, anyway, I went for a walk and saw a sign in big letter's "GARAGE SALE".  I went down to the garage sale.  There were so many things, then I saw a small, round box and for some reason it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it and went home with it in my hands.  When I got home I went and sat on the couch.  I looked at the box very closely and saw a latch.  I pulled it then a big, smokey, purple cloud appeared and I saw the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working at the CIA and received a letter for a cruise to Florida.  I told my boss and asked if I could leave early.  He said yes.  So, I went back to my desk and got all my things and went home.  As I arrived at my enormous house, I went inside and started to pack my things.  Then I noticed something in my yard, a rose bush that's never been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-8889504730454049046?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8889504730454049046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=8889504730454049046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8889504730454049046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8889504730454049046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/puff-of-purple-smoke.html' title='Puff of Purple Smoke'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrLxiRZ5PJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wgrInFEOD9k/s72-c/g2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-5974371543917105448</id><published>2009-09-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:14:34.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prairie Restoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tandy Hills'/><title type='text'>Annie Gets A Note From Don Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrF_XYXtRNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DW6NzJI8IpM/s1600-h/g6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrF_XYXtRNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DW6NzJI8IpM/s200/g6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382223069340058834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Annie got her inspiration for the prairie restoration project from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.durangotexas.com/eyesontexas/fortworth/donyoungprairienotes.htm"&gt;viewing photos and reading notes from Don Young on the Eyes On Texas website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  She added the Friends of Tandy Hills website as one of her things that makes her happy on her blog.  You can see it over there on the right.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, Annie had lots of home work, she completed it while in the car.  You're probably wondering why I didn't just take her home, well...yesterday she decided on the lots she wanted to work on.  The City of Wink called and said they needed to talk to us.  We went there right after school.  Annie found out that the two lots we've inquired about and put money up for doesn't have a clear title.  The owners are unknown.  The money she spent was for back taxes, but this still doesn't have us the land outright.  We have to go to the abstract office and get a title search so as to own the land without any problems.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This little setback had Annie feeling all kinds of blue, but then I got an email from Don Young:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Princess of Wink loves Tandy Hills-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The west Texas town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.durangotexas.com/eyesontexas/TexasRegions/BigBendCountry/wink.htm"&gt;Wink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; isn't known for much except as being one of the hottest places in the USA, the hometown of Roy Orbison and a pair of giant sinkholes caused by oil and gas drilling. But Wink is also home to a very special young lady named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (sometimes known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess of Wink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;). Even though she lives 350 miles from Fort Worth and has not yet been to Tandy Hills, nine year old Annie has become inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. She saved her money to buy some vacant lots on which to plant her own prairie. Read about Annie's prairie project at her mother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This short little note from Mr. Young,                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrF960WKYoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6FQPugz3lKI/s1600-h/wildflower.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrF960WKYoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6FQPugz3lKI/s200/wildflower.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382221479121937026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Annie feeling all better.  She really&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed all the photos he sent and picked&lt;br /&gt;this one as her favorite.  I tell Annie that&lt;br /&gt;things worth having and protecting aren't&lt;br /&gt;always easy to do.  We go through adversity,&lt;br /&gt;some times to prove our hardiness and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-5974371543917105448?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5974371543917105448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=5974371543917105448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/5974371543917105448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/5974371543917105448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/annie-gets-note-from-don-young.html' title='Annie Gets A Note From Don Young'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrF_XYXtRNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DW6NzJI8IpM/s72-c/g6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-4997588840580950190</id><published>2009-09-15T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:41:21.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arlington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prairie Restoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Grassman'/><title type='text'>Prairie Project Cleanup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAy7W_fXgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tl6jFMwMp88/s1600-h/pra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAy7W_fXgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tl6jFMwMp88/s200/pra3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857550073290242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Annie's very excited about her prairie restoration project and today she spent some time cleaning up one of the lots.  She's decided to concentrate her efforts on two this year and get them under way, and then add a couple more lots each year depending on the success of papa and mama prairie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAye2LEGWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0dDAMP9K0A8/s1600-h/pra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAye2LEGWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0dDAMP9K0A8/s200/pra2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857060227127650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of the lots is right next door to our house.  It's the empty lot that houses our water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; well and fruit trees.  We have a Pear tree and two Apple trees.    Today, Annie picked up old wood, metal scraps and trash.  She also picked up big rocks to get the land ready for tilling in a month or so depending on the first freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAyIlvdniI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cnzLZylF1e8/s1600-h/pra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAyIlvdniI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cnzLZylF1e8/s200/pra1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856677859270178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From what Annie has read, the process is to till the ground, exposing the existing roots of the things you don't want growing there.  During the winter, since the roots are exposed, this unwanted vegetation will die off, allowing for a clean barren plot to plant on in the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lot of choice wasn't a $10 lot.  This lot was a bit more, but well worth it.  It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrA0BJABnQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qLsSqsLqVBo/s1600-h/prairie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrA0BJABnQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qLsSqsLqVBo/s200/prairie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381858748908281090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; got some nice features, such as an existing little shed, which Annie is planning on painting some vibrant color.  A fence surrounds the back part of the lot.  The little plot also has two parts which Annie plans on making the smaller section a sitting area with a few stone benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie got a great comment today which I'll share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Snowden said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie: What a beautiful sentiment for such a young girl! I firmly believe God invented prairie grass so He could listen to His own voice playing on the wind, and reassure us that there are good things in the world. I suggest that you ask your mother to take you along the nearest railroad tracks, but safely, and look for grasses with real windmills on top. That would most likely be Hooded Windmillgrass, a really neat, native prairie grass for your area. Get some seeds, and maybe get some transplants in the winter and nurture them with some water next spring. They will grow nicely! &lt;a href="http://www.bluestemnursery.com/"&gt;The Grassman, Arlington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-4997588840580950190?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4997588840580950190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=4997588840580950190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4997588840580950190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4997588840580950190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/prairie-project-cleanup.html' title='Prairie Project Cleanup'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/SrAy7W_fXgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tl6jFMwMp88/s72-c/pra3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-810359533195611553</id><published>2009-06-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:23:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-810359533195611553?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/810359533195611553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=810359533195611553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/810359533195611553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/810359533195611553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-7130720122999692414</id><published>2009-05-14T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:42:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shellbel</title><content type='html'>Look on my blog everyone my dog can do tricks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; bed time story and sit and look into space&lt;br /&gt; like a idiot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8be42c42275d2ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08be42c42275d2ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330228616%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3ED4477A34B6A61574BDB05A4B7A48C066796487.4685AC2D6971DDD1FDF87FC367D16CA64B648CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8be42c42275d2ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DanwzACFbSQjotSM4zW-9xAZSeDA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08be42c42275d2ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330228616%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3ED4477A34B6A61574BDB05A4B7A48C066796487.4685AC2D6971DDD1FDF87FC367D16CA64B648CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8be42c42275d2ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DanwzACFbSQjotSM4zW-9xAZSeDA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-7130720122999692414?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8be42c42275d2ee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7130720122999692414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=7130720122999692414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7130720122999692414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7130720122999692414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/shellbel.html' title='Shellbel'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-6799948001611552948</id><published>2009-05-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:09:29.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wink held its yearly Pee Wee track meat.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the classes were sitting on the football field like every year, but this year there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canopys&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shooldnt&lt;/span&gt; be a big deal.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;becaus&lt;/span&gt; it was really really really really hot.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; that before) . &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I got lots of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; places and a 3rd place and a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;broter&lt;/span&gt; said he was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disone&lt;/span&gt; me because I didn't get a first.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So, I'm planning to be mean to him when he lest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;expecs&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite heat was the 300 m...Tristan's was the quarter relay.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I liked the 300 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;becaus&lt;/span&gt; I passed up two girls and came in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My other favorite part was eating the snacks that mom bought for me...mmm...limon chips.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Overall, it was a really fun day, but really hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-6799948001611552948?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6799948001611552948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=6799948001611552948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/6799948001611552948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/6799948001611552948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-in-heat.html' title='Running in the Heat'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-8025274529394203839</id><published>2009-05-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:04:02.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Friends in the Pasture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Sf-LzHTP1jI/AAAAAAAAACU/j3xxpyaRC54/s1600-h/204+cow+pasture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Sf-LzHTP1jI/AAAAAAAAACU/j3xxpyaRC54/s200/204+cow+pasture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332134194079323698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to my friend's Sara's house...she has a big cow pasture out back behind her house.  When you think of pastures, you might get an image in your head of rolling green hills, but not so in West Texas...it's quite a barren desert, cactus, and dirt...lots of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with icecream and then we went outside to Sara's old house.  We played around in there for a little bit, until Sara asked if we wanted to see something cool.  Gabi and I were all for it. She told us that we were going to rescue this baby bird, so we went to the shed and got a ladder, then Sara's dad saw us and told us to put the ladder back.  His exact words were "Uh..uh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting the ladder up, we decided we would mess around in the pasture.  While in the pasture, we saw coyote tracks.  Gabi got scared, but me and Sara kept on.  We walked way out into the pasture to see where Sara's pond was going to be...we walked very far and it was very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gabi suggested that we go to her pasture and we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Sf-O58FHaLI/AAAAAAAAACc/L_46mafq51U/s1600-h/callisaurus_draconoides_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Sf-O58FHaLI/AAAAAAAAACc/L_46mafq51U/s200/callisaurus_draconoides_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332137609861228722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Gabi was like, "I don't know if we should."  I was like, "That's because you ain't got one."  Then she said, "oh, yeah...you want to bet $10?"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gabi didn't want to cross Sara's fence because she was afraid of the cows!  Once we got to Gabi's pasture (which we had to wait, cause Gabi walked all around the fence) we found lots of bones.  Then Gabi said, "Give me $10."  I said, "No, I tongue crossed!"  Then we stumbled across three lizards.  Everytime we saw one we would scare them away with our loud voices.  So, I decided that instead of yelling, that we would pop our butts to let the others know we had seen a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;We almost got a lizard, but Sara stepped on it's tail, and it ran because it's tail fell off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Sara's and that's when my mom showed up.  I thought beer was Coca Cola!  Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-8025274529394203839?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8025274529394203839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=8025274529394203839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8025274529394203839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/8025274529394203839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-with-friends-in-pasture.html' title='A Day With Friends in the Pasture'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Sf-LzHTP1jI/AAAAAAAAACU/j3xxpyaRC54/s72-c/204+cow+pasture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-7983495612390905178</id><published>2009-05-02T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:15:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night off the Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ow we are back.While I was gone I had things to do...So we continue are story.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;were back and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in ally&lt;/span&gt; the old man opened the Dore . And so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; ran in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! Wait&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-7983495612390905178?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7983495612390905178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=7983495612390905178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7983495612390905178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/7983495612390905178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-off-museum.html' title='The night off the Museum'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-2430214741623844183</id><published>2009-04-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:21:23.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the night at the museum'/><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; now that story i told about well this is the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;THE NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ell the are the names of  are heroes  Annie:smart one    William:brain is melted because of cartoons. And other heroes are involve but not here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start at a museum the dinosaurs  lay dead and just dead they lay.And the saber lay stuffed they say well I like it that way!And so we come to a morning were we stay until the next  old man come to open the museum you see it took long time and i mean long for that tiny old man to open that door with that key to fit in that tiny old lock. And so we stay at this point until the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-2430214741623844183?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2430214741623844183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=2430214741623844183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/2430214741623844183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/2430214741623844183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172406115839075333.post-4261179464845782833</id><published>2009-04-27T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:44:02.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building A Dog Shelter---8yr old style</title><content type='html'>Hi!  My name is Annie and I'm 8 years old.  I love animals and want to rescue as many as I can.  My mom said that it was okay for me to build a shelter.  I invited my friend, Tristan, over to help me.  So far, we have the floor built.  You might not think building a floor is hard work, but it is!  Especially when it's really hot outside and when I keep missing the nail...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on the progress of my shelter.  My friends and I are also writing a funny book.  We have many chapters already written and I will put those on here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is no longer in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172406115839075333-4261179464845782833?l=annieswildadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4261179464845782833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172406115839075333&amp;postID=4261179464845782833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4261179464845782833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172406115839075333/posts/default/4261179464845782833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieswildadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/building-dog-shelter-8yr-old-style.html' title='Building A Dog Shelter---8yr old style'/><author><name>Cheap Tricks and Costly Truths</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKkuVxweDcc/Spmxy_NvrPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i5kTwMTymOU/S220/joelylounging.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
