<?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-1785097591719784987</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:03:38.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Being a Normal Little Kid</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow me on my journey to being a normal little kid.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3311043213561016383</id><published>2009-12-03T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:21:17.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time with Papa and Monya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sorry I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have been gone for a long while.  A lot has been happening.  It's been a hard adjustment having a little sister but it's been good.  I've had to work harder on my life because it's made my RAD brain bigger.  &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I like having a little sister.  Sometimes I don't.  Sharing mom is hard and sharing toys.  Most days I am almost a normal kid though.  I handled my anniversary date much better this year than the other years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anniversary dates stink and make me not like my behavior.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on my sister to have her reading class so I have time to type this.  Miss. Betsy is helping me read better.  She is fun and helps me a lot.  Sometimes I like the homework and sometimes I don't.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to spend  time with Papa and Monya.  They came and got me and took me to church.  I had an awesome time!  I acted like a normal kid.  I was nervous and scared before I went but I felt better when I went inside with Papa &amp;amp; Monya.  I was a pooped puppy when I got home but I felt really proud of myself.  I hope I get to go next week too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that when I grow up I want to be a therapist like Miss. Kristy.  I want to help kids and people feel better and be close to their moms.  It's a good feeling to be close to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Terrific Day!!!    ♥☻☻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3311043213561016383?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3311043213561016383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3311043213561016383&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3311043213561016383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3311043213561016383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/spending-time-with-papa-and-monya.html' title='Spending Time with Papa and Monya'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6336373306391671549</id><published>2009-06-13T19:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:28:13.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Name is "Sissy"</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell all of you about my new sister. Her name is K.  Before I met her I was really, really scared but I when I met her I wasn't scared anymore.  We started playing and I decided I liked her.  She called me Sissy and I told her that was ok.  I'm really excited about being a Big Sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's really cool.  We look a lot alike.  She is an ok kid.  K likes to play to games with me and she likes to swim just like me.  She's a good swimmer.  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her favorite colors are pink and purple.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played in the pool all day yesterday and today.  This afternoon we had a picnic by the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she gets on my nerves but I still want her to be my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to be my sister forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm grateful to have a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6336373306391671549?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6336373306391671549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6336373306391671549&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6336373306391671549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6336373306391671549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-name-is-sissy.html' title='My New Name is &quot;Sissy&quot;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-4026589031242011071</id><published>2009-03-26T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:32:33.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue Of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just love the Statue of Liberty!!!!!! Statue of Liberty is my favorite place in New York.  I love the Statue of Liberty!I LOVE THE STATUE OF LIBERTY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, I didn't see you there.  Nice to meet everyone.  I never saw everyone.   I'm just joking!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt mad whenI threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel glad that I am doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Smartest kid the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. STATUE OF LIBERTY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Essie The  Accidental Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Vicsens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Muppet Soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!♥ :-)  I put my words in green for the Statue of Liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-4026589031242011071?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4026589031242011071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=4026589031242011071&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4026589031242011071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4026589031242011071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/statue-of-liberty.html' title='Statue Of Liberty'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5011694989091985973</id><published>2009-03-24T19:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:42:15.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SclvuEnIn6I/AAAAAAAAABo/LyVdv3YUziE/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316903672390131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SclvuEnIn6I/AAAAAAAAABo/LyVdv3YUziE/s320/lemonadeaward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/ScluzqFcUYI/AAAAAAAAABg/y95JBjhk2mE/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316902668837081474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/ScluzqFcUYI/AAAAAAAAABg/y95JBjhk2mE/s320/lemonadeaward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got two awards!!!!! ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is from Accidental Mommy and one is from Miss. Linda B. Thank you Miss. Essie and Miss. Linda B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5011694989091985973?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5011694989091985973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5011694989091985973&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5011694989091985973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5011694989091985973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SclvuEnIn6I/AAAAAAAAABo/LyVdv3YUziE/s72-c/lemonadeaward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5528021550661686015</id><published>2009-03-24T15:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:34:17.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest Of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; New York.!!!!&lt;em&gt;♥ &lt;/em&gt;Here is some more of our NYC stuff. Chrysler Building, Battery Park, Nobu 57 - Sushi, Museum Of Natural History, 5th Auenue (American Girl Store), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tavern On The Green, and we had a view of Broadway from our room. That is alot isn't it???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a lot of fun at the Statue of Liberty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss. SocialWkr24/7: My favorite was the Statue of Liberty!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt happy in NYC!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Working hard in NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Working hard at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Trying to be a normal little kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Miss. Social Wkr 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Miss. Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Miss. Brie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Dancing on the Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5528021550661686015?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5528021550661686015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5528021550661686015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5528021550661686015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5528021550661686015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-of-new-york.html' title='The Rest Of New York'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-8479548926370609222</id><published>2009-03-16T16:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:52:09.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and the Merrill Lynch Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/Sb7IFi6ue3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/pxUC8zbw8gg/s1600-h/CIMG0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313904607941786482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/Sb7IFi6ue3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/pxUC8zbw8gg/s320/CIMG0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carriage Horse at Tavern on the Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/Sb7IlON03uI/AAAAAAAAABY/-xWD7Gbna8M/s1600-h/CIMG0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313905152140566242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/Sb7IlON03uI/AAAAAAAAABY/-xWD7Gbna8M/s320/CIMG0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had the best time in New York!!! We loved everything!! We went to Central Park, Grand Central, 42nd St. Love Statue, Greenwich Village, George Washington Park ( Huge Arch) , China Town, Little Italy, Rockefeller Center, Empire State Building, STATUE OF LIBERTY!!!!!!!!!!! We did a bunch of other stuff too. It was so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is all I want to tell you right now. That is why I haven't posted in so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel glad that I told you that we went to New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Being a normal kid for 5 whole days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Being nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. ANNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. BRIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. CAROL E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-8479548926370609222?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8479548926370609222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=8479548926370609222&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/8479548926370609222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/8479548926370609222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/Sb7IFi6ue3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/pxUC8zbw8gg/s72-c/CIMG0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-677155885637329523</id><published>2009-03-07T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:33:33.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s1600-h/smiley-faces14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310529555379016002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s320/smiley-faces14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s1600-h/smiley-faces14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310529555379016002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s320/smiley-faces14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s1600-h/smiley-faces14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310529555379016002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s320/smiley-faces14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mom just had a birthday. I gave her flowers. They were daisies. I also made a bracelet for my mom. Papa and Monya gave my Mom a book called A Very Small Farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did not feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel glad that I am doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Working hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. MY DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. GOOD ATTITUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt; :-) :-) :-) &lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-677155885637329523?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/677155885637329523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=677155885637329523&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/677155885637329523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/677155885637329523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SbLKfoWUUUI/AAAAAAAAABI/lu1gsZi-m3I/s72-c/smiley-faces14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3012482386509143367</id><published>2009-03-05T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:12:52.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More Monster Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miss. Little Bear:  Stephen Mooser is the author.  He's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is a little more of A shampoo and a Bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zack tilted the carton.  "Give us the coin.  Or you're taking a bath.   Leave her alone, said Melvin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut up, Melvin. You're next, said Zack. You'd better not hurt my friend, said Melvin.  Oh, yeah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;said Zack.  says who?  Says me, said Melvin.  Zack tilted the carton further.  A drop fell on Ginger's hair.  Last chance, said Zack.  I'm warning you, said Melvin.  Zack turned over the carton. But before Ginger could be soaked. Melvin leaped up and knocked it out of his hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel glad that I am doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Working hard on making good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. DADDY G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Muppet Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL LOVED THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ♥ :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3012482386509143367?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3012482386509143367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3012482386509143367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3012482386509143367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3012482386509143367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-monster-holiday.html' title='Some More Monster Holiday'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-1379555756018231681</id><published>2009-03-03T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:46:43.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Monster Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Miss. Little Bear: It's about a boo blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am going to tell you about a shampoo and a bath.   I am going to tell you all the words in a shampoo and a bath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Shampoo and a Bath.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angie Dobbs and Zack Morton came stomping across the cafeteria. Zack was the leader of the sharks.  Right behind him were six more sharks.  Zack walk up and flicked one of Ginger's red curls.  "Angie says you have her grandpa's coin. Give it back."  She stole it," said Angie. She poked Zack in the ribs.  Go on. Make her give it to me.  Ginger turned around in her chair.  "Angie just wants a present.  Why don't you give her a gift, Zack?  Zack looked embarrassed.  Sharks don't give out dumb presents.  "Maybe you ought to start, "suggested Melvin.  It's fun to give.  Ms. Hatfield told us so."  Zack sneered.  "I don't care what Ms. Hatfield says, Mustard Nose.  Mustard? said Melvin.  The Sharks laughed.  Suddenly Zack reached down and picked up Ginger's milk carton. Smiling, he held it over her head.  Your hair looks dirty, he said. He turned to the Sharks and winked.  I think she needs a milk shampoo.  Don't you dare, said Ginger.  Stop it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That is all I can type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel glad that I told you some of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The things I like about myself are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Working hard on typing a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. DADDY G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3.  Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Puddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-1379555756018231681?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1379555756018231681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=1379555756018231681&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1379555756018231681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1379555756018231681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-monster-holiday.html' title='The Book Monster Holiday'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7166558764266675465</id><published>2009-03-02T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:34:12.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss. Ruth Chowdhury:  Yes,  I am grateful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alyssa, where are you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you love books??????????  I love books.  I have a book that is called Monster Holiday.   It is an AWESOME book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I felt glad when I was reading the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Working hard on doing what my mom says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7166558764266675465?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7166558764266675465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7166558764266675465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7166558764266675465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7166558764266675465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/books_02.html' title='Books'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-9077549464749032236</id><published>2009-03-01T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:27:48.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timez Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss. Corey: When I get mad I make a bad choice and I can stop it if I want too.  Thank you for being brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that my mom told you about &lt;a href="http://bigbrainz.com/"&gt;Timez Attack&lt;/a&gt;.  It's the funniest thing I've ever seen. It helps me learn multiplication tables by playing games.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt mad when I almost threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel glad that I am doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. PUDDIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Miss. Corey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Miss. Little Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Miss. Ruth Chowdhury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Working hard on making good chioces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ♥  :-) ♥ :-) ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-9077549464749032236?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9077549464749032236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=9077549464749032236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9077549464749032236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9077549464749032236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/timez-attack.html' title='Timez Attack'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-644787243848755388</id><published>2009-02-25T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:51:58.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss.  Linda B. :  I haven't had contact with her in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss.  Jo:  When I do my blog my hands ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss.  Hannah_Rae: I haven't seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You know she tried to drown me.  Haley killed a kitten with a gun.  After she did that the SW wouldn't let us stay together anymore.  That is all I want to write about right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I felt glad when I saw Papa, Monya and Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Working hard on making good chioces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Normal kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. PAPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. MONYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. BELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.  ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-644787243848755388?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/644787243848755388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=644787243848755388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/644787243848755388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/644787243848755388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/past.html' title='PAST'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3798928308308912582</id><published>2009-02-24T15:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:18:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I was born it was hard for me because I didn't have an awesome mom like I do now. But I did have a sister, Haley. She tried to act like a mom but she didn't do well. She tried to drown me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I felt mad when I had to do my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel glad that I saw my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. Riding my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. Normal kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. BIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. Miss. Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4. Miss. Hannah_ Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. Miss. Jenniebee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-) &lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3798928308308912582?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3798928308308912582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3798928308308912582&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3798928308308912582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3798928308308912582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-was-born.html' title='When I was born'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5222893102666384156</id><published>2009-02-23T16:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:29:59.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know that my blog is boring lately.  I haven't wanted to write about the hard stuff and I get tired and frustrated with typing.  I am a whiney girl about doing my blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now some fun stuff,   I had a play date.  I played with Kara.  We had lots of fun.  Kara had a bike wreck but it was not the new bike, only my old bike.  I have a new bike.  It is so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OHHH, I need to tell you this.  When my mom and I went to DQ Saturday morning there in the middle of the road was a BIG bull. He walked towards the car and we backed up and he still walked towards the car and we still backed up. He walked across the bridge and down the bank. Then the funniest thing you could ever see was the bull jumping over the fence. After we went to DQ we went to see if he was still in the pasture. HE WASN'T IN THERE!!!!!  :-) ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt sad when I found out I lost some followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I did not feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel glad because I'm doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The things I like about myself are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Working hard on my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Working hard on being a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Being a normal kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Linda B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Torina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5222893102666384156?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5222893102666384156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5222893102666384156&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5222893102666384156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5222893102666384156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/bull.html' title='The Bull'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-931939882430228185</id><published>2009-02-20T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:26:12.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>I love wii!!!!! Do you know what wii is??? Well, I will tell you what wii is.  It is really fun.  There is yoga, fun games and I think that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will love my blog and my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;I felt glad when I was playing wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Working hard&lt;br /&gt;2. Trying to be a normal kid&lt;br /&gt;3. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;br /&gt;2. WII&lt;br /&gt;3. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby time&lt;br /&gt;5. Tapping&lt;br /&gt;6. Telling my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-931939882430228185?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/931939882430228185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=931939882430228185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/931939882430228185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/931939882430228185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/wii.html' title='Wii'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2750169041693128980</id><published>2009-02-17T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:53:44.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alyssa: Where are you???????? I hope your safe. Did you have a good Valentine's Day?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel glad because I have a good attitude. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-) :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥♥ :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2750169041693128980?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2750169041693128980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2750169041693128980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2750169041693128980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2750169041693128980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/having-bad-day.html' title='Having a Bad Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-4560302348127193457</id><published>2009-02-16T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:52:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapping And Rubbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miss. Jo: Thank you for saying that. I told my Mom that I couldn't wait any longer. I was so excited!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alyssa:  Where are you??????  How are you???  I've been missing you.  Do you do tapping????  It really helps to feel better.  When I have good days my Mom shows me how to do cool stuff.  I like your music!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt mad almost all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt sad some today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt glad when I ate with my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Changing it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. My arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. My eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Naps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Spending the night with Papa and Monya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Home school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-4560302348127193457?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4560302348127193457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=4560302348127193457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4560302348127193457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4560302348127193457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/tapping-and-rubbing.html' title='Tapping And Rubbing'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2993150549895521522</id><published>2009-02-13T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:28:07.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s1600-h/smiley-cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302406999010109314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s320/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s1600-h/smiley-cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302406999010109314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s320/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s1600-h/smiley-cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302406999010109314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s320/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s1600-h/smiley-cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302406999010109314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s320/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love friends. Do you?? Well, we are friends all of us! Isn't it true??? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alyssa: I am so glad you are my friend.  YRRRAL too!!!!!  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mrs. Walden: Baby time, even if he doesn't act like he wants to.  I used to act like I hated it but I really didn't.  Now I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!  He needs to do tapping.  My mom plays something all night on my player and it helps me be calm.  She tells me she loves me 3 times at the end!!!!!!  I get to hear her voice all night long!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel glad because I want to do my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The things I like about myself are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Normal kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. THINKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Alyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The things I didn't have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. No mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.. No dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. No puddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things I have now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Puddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. A family that loves me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. My own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Nobody hurts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. My Mom loves me even if I'm RAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2993150549895521522?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2993150549895521522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2993150549895521522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2993150549895521522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2993150549895521522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SZXvEn6K54I/AAAAAAAAABA/WKKrldKyAbk/s72-c/smiley-cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3537744064959508253</id><published>2009-02-12T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:49:31.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Alyssa:  Did you have a good day?????? Because I had a good day.  ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I  ♥ good days!  Do you????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I felt mad when I didn't want to take a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I did not feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I felt glad when I saw Alyssa's blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Alyssa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Alyssa's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. I have a toy pegasus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Reading in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Working hard on my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3537744064959508253?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3537744064959508253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3537744064959508253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3537744064959508253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3537744064959508253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6872322788688434704</id><published>2009-02-11T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:01:02.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss. Jo: Thank you for saying I am working hard and being amazed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ♥ Valentine's Day!!!!  How about you????  Valentine's Day is on the 14th!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to the store and I bought Daddy G a Valentine's present with my own money that I earned.  I bought him a huge balloon and a card.   I gave it to him today because he's going to be out of town.  My Mom's is still a surprise.  I can't wait to give it to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't feel sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt glad all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Valentine's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Miss. Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Miss. Kristina P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Taking  a bath without complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Being a normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6872322788688434704?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6872322788688434704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6872322788688434704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6872322788688434704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6872322788688434704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5374013306843306585</id><published>2009-02-10T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:40:20.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss. Sheri: My Mom told me that you are having a hard time right now.  I'm really sorry. &lt;strong&gt; I HOPE THINGS GET BETTER REALLY SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some times when I have mad feelings I act RAD.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt mad because I didn't want to dry my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't  feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't feel scared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt glad when I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;took a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. SNUGGLE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Playing outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Working really hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Working on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. My feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!  &lt;em&gt;♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5374013306843306585?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5374013306843306585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5374013306843306585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5374013306843306585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5374013306843306585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/rad-feelings.html' title='Rad Feelings'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-4541698981991158466</id><published>2009-02-08T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:19:49.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Bad Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sometimes have a bad attitude. When I have bad attitude my mom tries to help me have a better attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt sad when I had an attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel glad that I am doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. The Star Of Wonder book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Star is a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Elvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Trying to work hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Trying to be a normal kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. My energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-4541698981991158466?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4541698981991158466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=4541698981991158466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4541698981991158466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4541698981991158466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/haveing-bad-attitude.html' title='Having a Bad Attitude'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-460793064609477966</id><published>2009-02-07T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:43:45.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings That People Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alyssa: I like my MOM.  Thank you for doing the journal.  I can't wait to read your blog!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Howcloseis: &lt;strong&gt;Kids need families that won't give up.  Parents that know how to help them learn to recognize their feelings and how to be a normal kid and live in a family.  Don't let them live in bad foster homes and with bad parents.  They need therapy with an AWESOME therapist like Miss. Kristy.  I know 3 ideas, karate chop, tapping, rubbing, and that is all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All people have feelings. What are some feelings?? I will help you, &lt;strong&gt;OK&lt;/strong&gt; I know 1, how about glad. Can you figure it out???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt mad because I had to eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt glad almost all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. DVD on Native American History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Doing my journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. A NORMAL KID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. Working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-460793064609477966?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/460793064609477966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=460793064609477966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/460793064609477966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/460793064609477966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings-that-people-have.html' title='Feelings That People Have'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2360815206602202482</id><published>2009-02-05T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:43:40.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Gerri:  I am glad that Alyssa is going to read my blog!  I am going to talk to Alyssa now. ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alyssa:  I'm glad you're going to read my blog.  Could you just do 1 day of doing a journal just for me??  ♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is my journal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I felt mad when I didn't want to do the laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't feel  scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel glad when I got my nails done at the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  THINKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.  DREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.  I'm brave!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWESOME MOM!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.  PUDDIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.  DADDY G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.  MY FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.  STUD OUR CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2360815206602202482?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2360815206602202482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2360815206602202482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2360815206602202482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2360815206602202482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2620667490643690451</id><published>2009-02-04T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:04:50.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time With Mom And Daddy G</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel glad I had a good day&lt;/span&gt;.  ♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This &lt;span &gt;day was Family Day!!!!!!  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had fun today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martin:  You could do a journal just like me.  Maybe that would help you.  Have you talked to your therapist????   I have a really awesome therapist!  She was proud of me today because I am working hard on my life.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my journal:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't feel mad today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't feel sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt glad when I saw the horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  A good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  A normal kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Good choices&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.   AWESOME MOM!!!  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.   Daddy G &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.   My family day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.   Pink hippo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.   Books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2620667490643690451?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2620667490643690451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2620667490643690451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2620667490643690451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2620667490643690451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/spending-time-with-mom-and-daddy-g.html' title='Spending Time With Mom And Daddy G'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7514393504113373473</id><published>2009-02-03T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:06:09.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Get a Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miss. Sheri:  I am so glad I have a purse elephant and now I have a toy elephant.  &lt;strong&gt;O I love elephants,&lt;em&gt; BUT NOT REAL ONES!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you now what???   I might have a sister.  I'm really glad I might have a sister.  Are you??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt mad when I ate plain noodles for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt glad to do my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.   New day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.  Being quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.   I'm clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.  AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.  The parachute guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.  The chair in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.   My feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5.   Today I feel like I've been mad all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7514393504113373473?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7514393504113373473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7514393504113373473&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7514393504113373473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7514393504113373473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-might-get-sister.html' title='I Might Get a Sister'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-4303263638887081327</id><published>2009-02-02T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:33:28.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Miss. Sheri: Thank you for the elephant. He is really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I felt mad when I had to take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt glad when I saw the elephant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. I might get a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. And I won't be jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. The Cherokee book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. Calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. My crystals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY AND HAVE A NICE DAY IS A SONG!  &lt;em&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thank you for the 2 comments!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE AND LIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-4303263638887081327?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4303263638887081327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=4303263638887081327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4303263638887081327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/4303263638887081327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/elephant.html' title='The Elephant'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-9051364902687012494</id><published>2009-02-01T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:07:34.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Miss. Torina:  OOOOOH!!!! I love taking naps too, But I didn't take a nap yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I felt mad when I didn't want to go to my room.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I felt scared when my mom and I were walking with the really BIG dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I feel glad because I saw an Indian at the reservation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. The Cherokee Reservation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Sweet home sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6. Breakfast at the &lt;a href="http://www.dillardhouse.com/"&gt;Dillard House &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The best thing about my day was going to see the Cherokee.  The worst thing about my day was the dogs and they were just the sweetest thing we ever seen! &lt;em&gt; ♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you for the comment Miss Torina!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-9051364902687012494?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9051364902687012494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=9051364902687012494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9051364902687012494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9051364902687012494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-journal.html' title='My Journal'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3035095967815228531</id><published>2009-01-30T14:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:59:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Congratulations ON WORKING REALLY HARD!!!!!!!!!! I hope you have an awesome time doing all the fun stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I have a RAD fit I feel MAD. I fake cry and scream. WHEN MY MOM LEAVES THE ROOM I PLAY BUT I AM SCREAMING SO SHE THINKS I'M UPSET. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hurt my Mom's feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to STOP throwing fits. They are not fun anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't feel scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I felt glad when I had lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Listening to my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Changing it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Changing up my attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. AWESOME MOM!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. NAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puddin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Daddy G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The best thing about my day was going to Sam's Club with Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monya&lt;/span&gt;. The worst thing about my day was throwing a RAD fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥♥ &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3035095967815228531?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3035095967815228531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3035095967815228531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3035095967815228531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3035095967815228531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/fits.html' title='Fits'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-1617398691062282825</id><published>2009-01-29T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:22:31.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Having RAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss. Jo: I have dreams like horses,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PEGASUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I sometimes have &lt;strong&gt;RAD. I&lt;/strong&gt; feel really MAD inside myself. I feel like a fire is burning inside of my tummy.  Soooo, I've be disrespectful to my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my journal that helps me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't feel  scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt glad when I took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Being a normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Good choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. I just got a keychain pony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. The frog keychain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5. PLEO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-1617398691062282825?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1617398691062282825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=1617398691062282825&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1617398691062282825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1617398691062282825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-having-rad.html' title='About Having RAD'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2708632957223512652</id><published>2009-01-28T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:58:24.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegasus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miss. Faerie Mama:  I feel grumpy when I come home too.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;  Tapping and naps help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miss. motherissues:  My favorite wii game is my Mom boxing!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I read a book about a pegasus and then I said I want, not need, a pegasus.  So we could fly instead of paying and using gas, we could relax.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O I JUST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE PEGASUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O I JUST LOVE PEGASUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel glad because I am writing about PEGASUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things I like about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. I worked hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Being a normal kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Me smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Daddy G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. PEGASUS BOOK!!!!!!!! PEGASUS BOOK!!!!!!!! PEGASUS BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. moonhorse!!!!!!!!!!!! moonhorse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! moonhorse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt sad when I had to stay in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt glad when I saw Daddy G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things I like about myself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.  my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. AWESOME MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. 25  books from the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. PEGASUS COME DOWN WHERE EVER YOU ARE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!  ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. MOONHORSE COME DOWN WHERE  EVER YOU ARE PLEASE!!!!!!  ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for the comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2708632957223512652?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2708632957223512652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2708632957223512652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2708632957223512652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2708632957223512652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/pegasus.html' title='Pegasus'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5813812249937014640</id><published>2009-01-26T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:17:43.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Martin: I see what you are doing.  That is not good what you are doing.  Please try to work hard on your life and your heart.  It's important.  My life is so much better than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun on the ski trip.  I worked hard too.  I went sledding until my bottom was sore.  It was fun!!!!!!   I rode all the way home with Daddy G.  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt mad when I threw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad because I am doing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1.  AWESOME Mom&lt;br /&gt;2.  wii&lt;br /&gt;3.  BLACK BEAUTY is a HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Puddin and Stud&lt;br /&gt;5.  Daddy G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Me working hard.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Me being a normal kid.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Me  working hard on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5813812249937014640?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5813812249937014640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5813812249937014640&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5813812249937014640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5813812249937014640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2520354813731496251</id><published>2009-01-22T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:26:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad I am here. I made a snowman. I made a snowangel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt mad in the store because I had to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel sad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt scared all the way here. I'm still scared but pink hippo is helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AWESOME Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. snowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. snowangel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. playing in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2520354813731496251?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2520354813731496251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2520354813731496251&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2520354813731496251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2520354813731496251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here!!!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6231015116929688423</id><published>2009-01-21T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:48:00.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Good Choices</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I didn't change it up.   I had a RAD kid day.  I had to be in control&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day today.  I changed it up.  I looked in my Mom's eyes and used rubbing.  &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I felt mad when I had a bad attitude for a few minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't feel sad all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I felt scared and worried about the ski trip because new places are scary.  Miss. Kristy gave me the pink hippo to help me.  The pink hippo lives in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I felt glad I stayed with my Mom all day.  We went to the library and I got 20 books.  I've already read 4 of them!  We had lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  AWESOME Mom&lt;br /&gt;2.  library books&lt;br /&gt;3.  pink hippo&lt;br /&gt;4.  ME&lt;br /&gt;5.  picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like about myself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am working hard.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am trying to be a normal kid.&lt;br /&gt;3.  working on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE making good choices!!!  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;  It is fun.  I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6231015116929688423?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6231015116929688423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6231015116929688423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6231015116929688423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6231015116929688423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-good-choices.html' title='Making Good Choices'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-8807235177744422180</id><published>2009-01-20T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:07:30.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing up a RAD Day</title><content type='html'>Miss Hedgetoad: Puddin's favorite game is chasing our cat.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tracey: Yes, we have a cat and his name is Mr. Stud. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Miss. Faerie Mama: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for thinking of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jennibee: I'm practicing to be a normal kid.  It's hard work but I keep trying.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad start.  I'm trying to change it up.  I was being mean, rude, and disrespectful to my Mom.   My consequence was to stay 1 hour in my room.  I screamed because I felt mad.  I used karate chop, rubbing and looking in my Mom's eyes. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,  &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-8807235177744422180?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8807235177744422180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=8807235177744422180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/8807235177744422180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/8807235177744422180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-up-rad-day.html' title='Changing up a RAD Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5748582788611664220</id><published>2009-01-18T10:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:37:15.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About FN Alt l</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SXNMTO6Us-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/pgim38L9Kww/s1600-h/CIMG0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292657880394413026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SXNMTO6Us-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/pgim38L9Kww/s320/CIMG0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Sasha: That's how you make those cute little hearts. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Do all keys at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Puddin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad and I made up. He still doesn't understand. I feel safe now. But I didn't feel safe then. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I act like a RAD kid I really feel sad and scared. My brain freezes and I forget how to act like a normal kid. I'm doing much better at catching myself before the Big Brain Freeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I act RAD it's because I've had too much fun. Nobody taught me how to act normal before my Mom. She helps me practice being a normal kid and what a normal kid would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!! &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5748582788611664220?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5748582788611664220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5748582788611664220&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5748582788611664220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5748582788611664220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-fn-alt-l.html' title='About FN Alt l'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SXNMTO6Us-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/pgim38L9Kww/s72-c/CIMG0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7671916255155888153</id><published>2009-01-17T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:37:51.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marah&lt;/span&gt;: I am glad I talked to you&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  It was fun tapping with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puddin&lt;/span&gt; is a dog. I am glad next time you are going to talk about animals because I ♥ animals!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sasha: I think he does feel mad because he doesn't understand I have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Dad is scared too. It makes me feel sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big day. I went over to Papa's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monya's&lt;/span&gt; this morning. I made Valentine's Day crafts with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monya&lt;/span&gt; and I made cookies with Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monya&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun!!!! That made me tired. I am still tired.  I'm going to take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7671916255155888153?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7671916255155888153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7671916255155888153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7671916255155888153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7671916255155888153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-9068988994922065879</id><published>2009-01-15T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:42:31.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy G</title><content type='html'>Miss. Jo: I haven't got that book yet but I will eventually&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story: My Dad argued at my Mom yesterday.  I tried to get him to understand that I have&lt;strong&gt; RAD!!!!!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;But he doesn't want to understand.  I have lots of tools but he gets mad when my Mom tries to help me.   Is there anyway you could help&lt;strong&gt;?????????????????&lt;/strong&gt;  I felt scared and &lt;strong&gt;mad.  &lt;/strong&gt;My Mom helped me.  Then  we went to therapy and talked about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-9068988994922065879?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9068988994922065879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=9068988994922065879&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9068988994922065879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/9068988994922065879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddy-g.html' title='Daddy G'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2746453031372726407</id><published>2009-01-14T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:45:50.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had good day!!!!! I didn't have to go to my room. I didn't have to go to bed. I wasn't mean to my Mom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss. Motherissues: I love to read!!!!!! My favorite books are The American Girl books, and Don't Touch My Heart. Keep their room really, really, really plain. Don't give them too much stuff. They'll think they don't deserve it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss. Sasha: I don't know but maybe tomorrow I will come up with something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss. Rebecca: Yes it starts to go away eventually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie: I bet it is SAD to leave your old church. Is it??????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I was slow on dishes. I had a bad 5 minutes then I changed it up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2746453031372726407?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2746453031372726407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2746453031372726407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2746453031372726407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2746453031372726407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7655363896579524125</id><published>2009-01-13T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:44:28.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day yesterday. I was mean, whiny, disrespectful, and rude to my Mom. I had to go to bed early. I didn't use my tools all day. I was mad and I wanted to get my Mom mad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt mad when Mom caught me making &lt;strong&gt;RAD&lt;/strong&gt; choices. I didn't want to be a&lt;strong&gt; NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; kid because it was too hard. I didn't want to work hard. I needed lots of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I am trying to change it up!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I think I am going to be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;NOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAL little kid TODAY&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martin: I can see what you are doing and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is not good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you use some of my tools??? You are being mean to your Mom and your HEART. I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that yesterday too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you work on your heart today. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Rebecca:  I have more good days than bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE STICKERS AND FOLLOWERS AND COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7655363896579524125?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7655363896579524125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7655363896579524125&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7655363896579524125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7655363896579524125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-yesterday.html' title='About Yesterday'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-3328329905451770652</id><published>2009-01-12T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:43:06.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Normal Little Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie, I'm so glad to hear from you!!!! It sounds like you have a nice home!! It sounds like you have an awesome Mom and Dad!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where IS Martin??????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stopped being mean to my mom and changed it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm going to use my tools to be a normal kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some tools that I will use today, blow up my imaginary black balloon with all my grumpies, hit my angry pillow, Reiki, tapping, rubbing, karate chop and put on my imaginary pink suit.  Wearing the pink suit helps me make good choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for the 5 comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-3328329905451770652?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3328329905451770652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=3328329905451770652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3328329905451770652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/3328329905451770652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-normal-little-kid.html' title='Being a Normal Little Kid'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-5333248143588304379</id><published>2009-01-11T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:14:15.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Changing It Up</title><content type='html'>Where are you Martin and Stephanie?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; changed it up!!!  I'm so &lt;strong&gt;GLAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Are you glad &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TOO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;worked hard.  I didn't get my Dad mad at my Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.   I used to do that alot.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I played fair.  I made good choices. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iam so proud of myself&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the comments!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-5333248143588304379?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5333248143588304379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=5333248143588304379&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5333248143588304379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/5333248143588304379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-changing-it-up.html' title='I&apos;m Changing It Up'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-772933091755664793</id><published>2009-01-10T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:34:53.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About RAD</title><content type='html'>Miss. Hannah: She is afraid of your&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love&lt;em&gt;.  I can teach you to do rubbing and tapping on her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin: You have to trust your Mom.  You have to let your Mom be the BOSS!!!!!  You should NOT throw fits!!!!!!!!   You SHOULD NOT tell lies!!!!!!  I'm just trying to help you.  You should NOT argue or be DISRESPECTFUL to your Mom.  Your Mom is trying to help you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephanie: I can see what your brother is doing.  I am GLAD you are doing GOOD!!!!  I will love it if you would write your FRIEND!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I had a bad day yesterday and today.   I screamed at my Mom and I've been mean, disrespectful, and RUDE to my Mom.  I've been acting like a RAD kid.  It makes me feel MAD that I've been mean to my Mom.  I am trying to be a NORMAL kid now!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-772933091755664793?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/772933091755664793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=772933091755664793&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/772933091755664793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/772933091755664793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-rad.html' title='About RAD'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-617211054168561607</id><published>2009-01-08T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:22:55.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Social Workers</title><content type='html'>Stephanie: I used to do those things to but not&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My birthparents did all those things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOO!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRAVE!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and telling me your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW took away my therapists because they didn't believe in&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!! That hurt alot. They never told any of my homes that I had &lt;strong&gt;RAD!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;They never showed them how to help me. If my good FM hadn't told my Mom that I had&lt;strong&gt; RAD&lt;/strong&gt; she wouldn't have known. My Mom got me the &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; I needed. Bad SW need to go to &lt;strong&gt;JAIL &lt;/strong&gt;for hurting kids and not finding them good homes. They make me &lt;strong&gt;MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;I would let Puddin&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BITE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And other &lt;strong&gt;DOGS BITE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kids need one home!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY DO NOT WANT TO BE A FOSTER KID!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY WANT TO BE A REAL KID WITH REAL PARENTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Kristina is a nice, nice SW though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE NICE TO YOUR MOM TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  HI, Miss Chrissi!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am glad you're PROUD of me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-617211054168561607?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/617211054168561607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=617211054168561607&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/617211054168561607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/617211054168561607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/social-workers.html' title='The Social Workers'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6673632371637231627</id><published>2009-01-07T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:48:12.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>Meg: My main goal is be a &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; little kid! That's &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I do want to help other kids that have &lt;strong&gt;RAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in &lt;strong&gt;FOSTER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CARE &lt;/strong&gt;people touched my private parts, people let me hit my&lt;strong&gt; HEAD,&lt;/strong&gt; they beat me, the &lt;strong&gt;bad FM&lt;/strong&gt; beat my head, locked me in a closet, made me &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP &lt;/strong&gt;in a bathtub and on a rug by a door, and my sister tried to drown me when I was a baby. It wasn't &lt;strong&gt;OK!!!!!!&lt;em&gt; I had a bad life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was really, really hard to take care of myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mom tells me my past does not define me . I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think she's right!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is a new day. I have a safe home and a Mom that LOVES me no matter what I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6673632371637231627?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6673632371637231627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6673632371637231627&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6673632371637231627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6673632371637231627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7383197089301986839</id><published>2009-01-06T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:05:14.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers and other stuff</title><content type='html'>WOW 27 COMMENTS&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Thank you for being BRAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda B: I wish I could visit her. I did those things to my Mom alot.  It was because  I didn't want her love because I thought it was unsafe.  I was scared of LOVE.  Maybe have her do TAPPING on LOVE IS STRONGER THAN FEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She has to want to get better first you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bite, hit, kick, scratch, spit, scream, break my door, hurt Puddin, and break my Mom's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not who I am today!!!! I don't want to be a RAD kid!!!  There is HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: It feel safe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the words of my favorite song (I learned to copy and paste!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all different&lt;br /&gt;But we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;We all got the blood of Eden running through our veins&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes it's hard for you to see&lt;br /&gt;You're caught between just who you are and who you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel alone and lost and need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Remember every new beginning is some beginning's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life; you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you gotta believe&lt;br /&gt;That right here, right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's in and you're left out&lt;br /&gt;And you feel you're drowning in the shadow of a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a miracle in their own way&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to yourself, not what other people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems you're lost, alone and feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everybody's different; just take a look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life; you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you gotta believe&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Be who you want to be, be who you are&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a hero, everyone's a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna give up and your heart's about to break&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you're perfect; God makes no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you gotta believe&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now you're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(I say welcome) Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(welcome) you gotta believe&lt;br /&gt;Right here right now, Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7383197089301986839?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7383197089301986839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7383197089301986839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7383197089301986839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7383197089301986839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/answers-and-other-stuff.html' title='Answers and other stuff'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-7705270988451134837</id><published>2009-01-05T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:12:30.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Before My Mom Got Me</title><content type='html'>BAD people hurt me.  My birthmom, birthdad and birthsister hurt me too.  A fostermom hurt me many times.  A social worker kept sending me back there and to too many homes.  When I was a baby nobody took good care of me. Back then when I was a baby BUGS crawled on ME.  I still HATE bugs.  Nobody kept me SAFE.  I had to take care of myself, or I would DIE.  This is why I have RAD.    I am embarrassed to tell you other things but maybe another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social workers need to keep kids safe and don't let them go from home to home or stay with BAD PEOPLE and birthparents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have RAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments. I LOVE the stickers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I AM SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-7705270988451134837?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7705270988451134837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=7705270988451134837&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7705270988451134837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/7705270988451134837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-before-my-mom-got-me.html' title='The Life Before My Mom Got Me'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-1307703075972145479</id><published>2009-01-04T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:22:18.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>R: I love weighted blankets too. It feels safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: I feel scared around new people and lots of people. I used to make myself sick too. I threw up on my Mom alot. If she gave me something sweet I would throw it up under my bed. Back then I didn't want my Mom's LOVE, but now I do!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany: when I get mad I throw a fit. Now most of the time I use other ways to get my mad out. It's HARD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Love is STRONGER than fear. Listen to your Mom all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comments. I LOVE comments!!!! Thank you for being BRAVE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I are making videos on tapping and brushing and rubbing. If you want to see them email my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-1307703075972145479?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1307703075972145479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=1307703075972145479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1307703075972145479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/1307703075972145479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/answers_04.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-2872582887236761341</id><published>2009-01-03T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:24:09.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Miss. Sheri: When I grow up I want to be a therapist and a vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Ashley: Thank you for explaining CP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Mother: You can learn about tapping and rubbing on my &lt;a href="http://lisajordanpuddin.blogspot.com/2009/01/explanations.html"&gt;Mom's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's still working on it. I do tapping 3 or 4 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I do to get better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yoga&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mom stays at home with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. REIKI&lt;br /&gt;4. Strong sitting&lt;br /&gt;5. Practice stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. Tapping&lt;br /&gt;7. Jumping on mini tramp&lt;br /&gt;8. Rubbing&lt;br /&gt;9. Brain Master&lt;br /&gt;10. BABY TIME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuggle time&lt;br /&gt;12. Wearing my vest&lt;br /&gt;13. I work hard and want to change&lt;br /&gt;14. Music&lt;br /&gt;15. Brain games&lt;br /&gt;16. Brushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your comments and stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-2872582887236761341?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2872582887236761341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=2872582887236761341&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2872582887236761341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/2872582887236761341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/answers_03.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6009302551592162768</id><published>2009-01-02T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:05:12.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my STICKERS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Brenda: My MOM makes me feel the most safe when we do baby time and she doesn't let  me be around STRANGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Ashley: I snuggle with HONEY BUNNY!!! My Mom gave me Honey Bunny.   Cuddle things are AWESOME!!!!!!!!  It makes me feel awesome and safe when my mom cuddles. It's very safe under all the blankets.  Can you tell me what it feels like to have cerebal palsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Linda: I was 5 when my mom found me. I wish my mom had found me when I was born.   I felt mad because it took so long for her to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Annette: I'm afraid other kids might not like me. I don't like to give up control to other people. That's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Corrine: RAD is hard. Rad is old behavior. It means being mean to your mom, being mean to your pets, being mean to everyone. RADS don't trust anybody. RAD kids feel like they have to be in control. NORMAL kids don't. RAD feels scared, mad and being mean to everyone and every pet all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is not RELAXING and having to be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. Sassy: I feel like I have to be in control and not following the rules. RAD kids are not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY MY LETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6009302551592162768?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6009302551592162768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6009302551592162768&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6009302551592162768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6009302551592162768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-17345091935481655</id><published>2009-01-01T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:20:15.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited I have stickers! My friends Winnie and Phoebe came over to play with me today. I don't know how to play with other kids yet because I still like to be the boss. My mom is helping me learn how to play with other kids. Nobody hurt Winnie and Phoebe when they were babies so they'r not like me. They know something is wrong with how I play but they still play with me. They try to help me too. I still feel scared when other kids are around me and I feel mad whenever kids are around me too. I feel mad because I want to be the boss and I want to be the boss because I'm scared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go do my tapping and go to bed. I'm listening to Reiki music tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the nice comments. HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to know about being a RAD kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-17345091935481655?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/17345091935481655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=17345091935481655&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/17345091935481655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/17345091935481655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-excited-i-have-stickers-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-476524651541501018</id><published>2009-01-01T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:55:42.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok. My mom let me have my very own blog. I hope that you can see the way I am changing my life. My mom told me that you might have kids that have RAD too. I am going to write about being RAD and how I'm working hard to have a normal kid life. You can ask questions if you want to. Maybe it will help another kid who wants to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kristy told me that I am anxiously attached so now I am working on being securely attached. See I'm still worried that my mom might leave me or throw me away or she might not come back for me. I had a lot of that before my awesome mom found me. It wasn't fun. A lot of people hurt me and didn't take good care of me. Mom does take good care of me all of the time but sometimes i don't believe it especially when I get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of practice being RAD so sometimes I forget and do things before I think. I'm learning how to practice doing normal things. It takes lots and lots of practice. Sometimes I think I can't do it. I've done lots of bad things to my mom but she still loves me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for lots of stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-476524651541501018?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/476524651541501018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=476524651541501018&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/476524651541501018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/476524651541501018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785097591719784987.post-6297865860120817765</id><published>2008-12-31T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:49:38.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Originally Posted on my Mom's blog</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for all the compliments. I am working really hard at being a normal kid. My Awesome Mom helps me all the time and keeps me safe always and never lets me go in the streets. Miss. Kristy helps me with therapy and Miss Chris helps me with Reiki. Please do not give up on your kids because they can work hard like me and get better. Your kids really want love but they are really afraid to get love but they should get love from you. It's hard being a RAD kid and it's really, really scary. Keep your kids safe and don't let them run in the streets. It's hard learning how to be like a normal kid. Don't let your kids break your stuff. Please do Reiki on your kids. It feels really good. It calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take your kids to a really great therapist like Miss. Kristy. She really helps me. She is the best therapist in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go to bed now. Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 comments: &lt;br /&gt;Jillene said... &lt;br /&gt;How cute!! J--you are AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 7:23 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Torina said... &lt;br /&gt;Jordan, you are an EXCELLENT writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 8:30 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Sheri said... &lt;br /&gt;Awww, I'm all teary-eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 8:33 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Maia said... &lt;br /&gt;Hi J,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for writing! It's great to hear your advice. Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Maia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 9:44 PM  &lt;br /&gt;The Leijte's in Vegas said... &lt;br /&gt;J- you are a very bright young woman, that will make all her dreams come true one day.. You can be what ever you want in your life, never forget this or let others tell you different. Be strong, and always remember there is only one you..HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 10:59 PM  &lt;br /&gt;motherissues said... &lt;br /&gt;Jordan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an inspiration for me as a mom-to-be. I'm also grateful for what you and your mom have done. Good luck getting even better in the coming year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 11:42 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Holly said... &lt;br /&gt;So great to hear from you J. I loved your two pictures and the chance to see how you've grown and how beautiful you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, 2008 11:53 PM  &lt;br /&gt;FaerieMama said... &lt;br /&gt;Hi J! I have a daughter alot like you, and I adore her to pieces, just like your mom and you! I love reading about you and how you are doing. I love Reiki too! I do Reiki on my dogs and cats and sometimes on my daughter (if she lets me.) I hope you have a great New Year! And enjoy your dollhouse! (I still have mine and I'm 43!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 12:21 AM  &lt;br /&gt;Trying to Stay Calm! said... &lt;br /&gt;~HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009~ Thanks for being such a sweet friend to me! L♥ve Ya L♥ts! (((HUGS))) :) Shauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 12:57 AM  &lt;br /&gt;Susan said... &lt;br /&gt;Hello Miss J-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your awesome post telling about how it is to be a kid with RAD. I think you have a lot to teach other kids and moms too. I know you are getting stronger and happier everyday, keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 12:59 AM  &lt;br /&gt;Anne said... &lt;br /&gt;Hi Jordan,&lt;br /&gt;That was a great message, thanks for writing!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to you and your mom.&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 1:19 AM  &lt;br /&gt;Brenda said... &lt;br /&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so kind of you to share this with us! High five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 1:37 AM  &lt;br /&gt;Kelly said... &lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;You do have an awesome mom! You too are awesome! Maybe you should be called Awesome J! Your progress absolutely amazes me. You are an inspiration and encouragement to me. To see your courage and persistance transform you into a "normal kid" has given so many people hope for their own kids. Keep up the hard work Awesome J! You are such a beautiful girl!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 1:09 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Essie said... &lt;br /&gt;J- thank you for writing such a wonderful note. It is helpful for me as a mom to understand that you find all this scary and hard, but that you really want to work at it, and work hard. I think it must be tough to have to try so much to be a regular kid. I work with my little girl on that a lot too. &lt;br /&gt;Keep up the great work! Happy New year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2009 6:15 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Ashley said... &lt;br /&gt;Sweet, brave J- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step away from the computer for a few days and you blossom into a writer just like your Awesome Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light, Love and Energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785097591719784987-6297865860120817765?l=lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6297865860120817765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785097591719784987&amp;postID=6297865860120817765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6297865860120817765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785097591719784987/posts/default/6297865860120817765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithoutrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/originally-posted-on-my-moms-blog.html' title='Originally Posted on my Mom&apos;s blog'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652904481361484906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LzfaoFsVnBI/SxgeSnuKDEI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGG3XvZ8M8M/S220/Family-Pictures+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
