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I made is a cross between a Pygmy Chameleon and Bosavi Wolly Rat. I call it the Pygmy Wolly Rat-Meleon. It lives in a warm moist enviorment because it is half reptile. the characstics of my animal is : Wolly, scaly, odd, soft, rough, black eyes colorful, camouflage. Here is the story of how it came in to the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brave explorer was walking through the woods setting traps. He came back to one of the traps he set up earlier. He caught a Bosavi Wolly Rat in one trap and a Pygmy Chameleon in another. The explorer was also a scientist and he just created a machine. the machine he created could morph two objects into one. It was too dangerous to use on humans so he decided to use it on the animals he caught. He put the animals in the machine. He flipped the switch, "Flip". "RRRRR", went the machine. The machine worked he now had a female Pygmy Wolly Rat- Meleon And then he made nine more female Pygmy Wolly Rat-Meleon. Then He made ten Male Pygmy Wolly Rat-Meleon, after he caught a male Bosavi Wolly Rat and a male Pygmy Chameleon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The picture above the first Pygmy Wolly Rat-Meleon {it is a female :)}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-7833598422082273027?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7833598422082273027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-geographic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7833598422082273027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7833598422082273027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-geographic.html' title='National Geographic'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/S-wd_5AKA_I/AAAAAAAAABI/HDSxCtrD3Mo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-6155394577883537918</id><published>2010-05-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:03:31.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health and Fitness Question 5</title><content type='html'>The circulatory, respiratory, digestive, and excretory systems are considered transporting systems for the body because, things are moving in these systems. No matter if it is gases, solids, or liquids.  In the circulatory system blood is moving. Blood is moving through veins, arteries, and capillaries. In the respiratory system oxygen and carbon dioxide is moving. Oxygen is coming in and carbon dioxide is going out. Oxygen enters the body through the nasal passages and then it goes down the trachea and down to the lungs and these branches branch off until they are really thin. At the end of these really thin branches is something called an alveoli, where oxygen enters the blood through the capillaries surrounding it. These capillaries are also an exit for the carbon dioxide in your blood. When you eat food it goes through your digestive system. Food and chemicals move in the digestive system. It starts in your mouth where saliva breaks down carbohydrates. Then when you sallow the broken down food and saliva goes down the esophagus.  Then the stomach brakes the food down a little bit too. Then after it is partly broken down the saliva, chemicals from the stomach, and partly broken down food move to the small intestine. Where the gallbladder, the pancreas, and small intestine release chemicals to finish the job and the chemicals and digested food where it is temporarily stored. Blood and wastes moves in the excretory system. Blood goes through nephrons that are found n the kidneys. Nephrons remove wastes and excess water from the blood and the cleaned blood goes through the kidneys and stays in the body. the mixture of wastes and water is stored in the bladder until it leaves the body. That is why they are considered transport systems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-6155394577883537918?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6155394577883537918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-and-fitness-question-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/6155394577883537918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/6155394577883537918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-and-fitness-question-5.html' title='Health and Fitness Question 5'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-519347900716033222</id><published>2010-04-08T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:35:23.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The T.A.K.S. Test</title><content type='html'>O.K. I did not want to take the “Big Ugly”. I mean it is just a review except bigger. I mean all they did was give people the willies of the T.A.K.S. test. Why do they even call it a test? The stories that were in the reading were kind of cool. I have to say it was boring. After the math all got to do was read but after the reading we got to sleep ☺. I am telling you I had “bead head”. My teacher said that those two days were about being comfortable and not to worry about the test. There was a story about a trumpet player, a dog, food stylist, a king, and a computer geek. It was like I was in prison. Just dress me up in all orange. It is over and I am happy. I mean the only benefit to me was making me bored. There was one question that tripped me up on math. It was about adding time. I did the time but then there was time in decimals it totally tripped me up. So I used some common sense. Then on reading there was a compare and contrast question that was confusing. My favorite story was the food stylist one. I never knew that some people just have some dirty tricks up their sleeve but I thought it was kind of cool. How they made the food look so good. There was also a story about a famous trumpet player meeting a boy who was so passionate about jazz. There were a few more stories but here is a good one. These two girls found a stray dog in the park. When they went to their injured dad asked him if they could keep it. He said he didn’t need a dog to trip over. Then their grandma made a deal with their dad that the dog would leave with grandma when she left. Then one night there was a fire and the dog saved them. Then the dad let them keep the dog. There was a story about a king who asked is three daughters how much they loved him they told him but the king did not like the last daughter’s response. It was, “I love you as much as people love salt.” Then one day she meets a prince and the prince helps her show the king how foolish he was. There was one where a teacher couldn’t get a computer to print something out so this new kid who didn’t have friends came up to her and fixed it for her. Then this girl whispers excitedly, “You’re a geek!” He did not like what she had called him. So he ignored her. Then there was this flyer on his desk and then he knew he was foolish too. Back to math. I am pretty sure I got a perfect paper because those were easy! It is easy if keep a cool head and relax. I guess I am happy that math and reading are over with so now bring on the science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-519347900716033222?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/519347900716033222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/taks-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/519347900716033222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/519347900716033222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/taks-test.html' title='The T.A.K.S. Test'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-5641663501891425458</id><published>2010-04-05T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:29:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Quest</title><content type='html'>I think that the TAKS may open some doors &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in Texas &lt;/span&gt;but, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in places where they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take the TAKS. It is just a test! I think it is to see how far up you are. Wait... I take  that first comment back. It &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; just to see how far your up. I can be a chef or a teacher &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;this test. All the teachers do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; year is prepare us for TAKS and they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; prepare you for life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt; that test. :( Besides a machine grades them. What if it has a malfunction and jacks up. Then we can't do anything about it. But I want to get in to a great collage, get my degree, and become a teacher or chef &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; having to worry about it. First have to take a test and then you have fill in a scan tron. I mean what is the scan tron about? I mean we are great artist and all but, that is an itty-bitty circle. Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smaller than&lt;/span&gt; the size of a pea. I mean pencil and paper is fine and all but, that is wasting a lot of paper. We would like it better in technology.  It might have an effect on what grade level your in or collage if you stay in Texas for collage. But it won't have an effect on you  if you leave Texas for collage or whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-5641663501891425458?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5641663501891425458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5641663501891425458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5641663501891425458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='Future Quest'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-4926584701475540809</id><published>2010-04-01T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:25:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RAP!!! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>Smittie's Class has just wrote, composed, and sang different songs. I wrote a song with my bud Alex. Our song is about Math Conversions. From the beginning I was happy to rap with my friend. I loved making this happen. I got to be silly doing this rap. My feelings at the end were the same as the beginning. My fear was that no one will like mine and Alex's rap. I didn't have any doubts that the class would support us. Rapping was fun even though I was the who rapped the whole time! Alex I am talking to you! Alex you barley rapped! I wasn't uncomfortable rapping or creating music. I would change the project to where we only had to write the lyrics and create the beat and Mr. Smith had to rap it! I wouldn't change a thing! I might consider a music career. Maybe with and instrument. I liked the messing around to where it was perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-*heart*- Shaylee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-4926584701475540809?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4926584701475540809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/rap-dun-dun-dunnnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4926584701475540809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4926584701475540809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/rap-dun-dun-dunnnnnnn.html' title='THE RAP!!! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-8034132824190017420</id><published>2010-03-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:25:28.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>It started out on Friday after school I went home and started clean because, Dd and his girlfriend were staying at our house for one night. They finally arrived. We all talked to one another. I played a couple of songs on my recorder. Then before we knew it... it was time to eat! We went to Razoo's for dinner. I had popcorn shrimp, my brother had chicken strips, my dad had stuffed shrimp {my mom was at work}, Candy {Dd's girlfriend} had a shrimp basket, and Dd had the same thing as my dad. But before we ate we had fried pickles and ranch with a little chili powder sprinkled on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-8034132824190017420?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8034132824190017420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/8034132824190017420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/8034132824190017420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend_29.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-4989146353917645499</id><published>2010-03-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:46:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Spring Break!!!</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is over! I was bored all week... I am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; EXCITED &lt;/span&gt;to be back in school. Learning and SEEING MY FRIENDS!!! Except Mondays... I have Quest. But now there is two weeks before TAKS!!! I haven't stressed about it. I mean we had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; benchmarks that were last year's TAKS test. And I got an A on both so I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; worried about this test. To me the TAKS test means that you stay or go, pass or fail. The importance of the TAKS test is that it determines if go off to the next grade level or not. I think that middle school or Texas deems the TAKS test most critical. My confident level is just right not to where I am honking my horn or being stressed over it. If I a ever in charge of the the TAKS test I would make it shorter and only for 5th grade. Because personally I think it is way too long. I mean 50 questions just to see if you understand the concept of it all. For the fifth grade is because most of the fifth grade in Mesquite go to a new school to go to sixth grade. That's what I would do with the "Big Ugly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-4989146353917645499?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4989146353917645499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4989146353917645499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4989146353917645499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-spring-break.html' title='Back From Spring Break!!!'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-3232046639841510948</id><published>2010-03-09T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:33:29.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea of Monsters</title><content type='html'>Percy is at yet ANOTHER boarding school. Percy has made a new friend his name is Tyson. Tyson is VERY tall. They are playing dodge ball at gym. But Tyson isn't the only new kid in school. There is also a group of bullies who have tattoos and SAY they're from Detroit. So Percy and Tyson go to gym. In gym they are playing dodge ball. When all of a sudden the new bullies turned into giants!!!! The mortal bully yelled, Hey! Your not from Detroit!" One of the giants threw a fireball! But then Tyson caught it! Then Annabeth came in invisibly. {she was with her dad} And suprised Percy. She took off her invisability cap and slashed at one of the giants with her bronze knife. Percy knew that Annabeth and Tyson couldn't hold them off forever. So he got one to aim at him. He was in front of a boiler. The giant threw he jumped out of the way. The boiler EXPLODED! The gym coach called the police. Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson left before the police showed up. When they were out of sight Annabeth asked Percy, "Where did you get him!?!" "Hey he's my friend." "We have to get to Half Blood Hill" Then Annabeth started to explain we have to get there by the gray sisters. Then Annabeth started a prayer. Please take this offer and send us the Gray Sisters. She threw a dracma into the air it disappeared before it could hit the ground. 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The only thing ruining my weekend is that my stepdad and stepmom are smoking and drinking beer. Now I smell like I was soaked in a ash tray. Any way back to the story. When I got to the house in Van, TX I was greeted by my stepmom Kaycee and the littlest brother Cooper. We hung out Friday afternoon until it was time for two of my stepbrothers to go with their dad but, Darien the oldest brother {still younger than me} stayed and Jake {he is 8} left with his dad for the weekend. We had pork chops that night and Cooper "accidently" locked  the Suburban door and the keys were in there. After eating I cleaned up and went to sleep on the living room floor. Saturday we had a late "breakfast" it wasn't breakfast it was a sandwich. After that we went hunting in the woods on our property. We had two pellet guns and a rope. We went to our pond where we saw some ducks then we went to the "bird hangout" tree and Darien shot a bird. Poor bird :( We found where it fell it wasn't dead though it was badly injured. When I say it was badly injured I mean my brother shot like half it's wing off! Eww. I surprised it didn't die of blood loss. He {Darien blasted some holes through a old tackle box that no one uses and laid the bird in the tackle box and put some ham in the tackle box. Now it is resting up and healing. Thank the Lord. Sunday we had eggs, biscuits, and sausage. By the way did you know that Creole taste good on eggs? After that I helped my 3 year old brother do wheelies. By the way he really likes doing wheelies. because he can't ride a bike yet then we went to the house we are going to move to. It has a pool and everything! We played some catch and played some Catch and Kick. {instructions for Catch and Kick in different post} Then I went to my mom's at 3 o' clock in the afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-2411763836116204334?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2411763836116204334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2411763836116204334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2411763836116204334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-3432606151303001531</id><published>2010-02-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:47:21.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I or Would I Not... Part 3</title><content type='html'>Hey, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I am a senator from Alabama&lt;/span&gt;. I would&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; NOT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;vote for Abraham Lincoln because first I beat him then he is president!!! It makes no sense a all! Plus I would I of passed a law that slavery is illegal a long time ago if I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-3432606151303001531?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3432606151303001531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/3432606151303001531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/3432606151303001531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not-part-3.html' title='Would I or Would I Not... Part 3'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-5417766738327944392</id><published>2010-02-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:24:41.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I or Would I Not... Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hello, I am an abolitionist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;from Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;. I want to let you to tell you why I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;vote for Abraham Lincoln I would vote for him because, it is unfair and I am an abolitionist for slavery. DOWN WITH SLAVERY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-5417766738327944392?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5417766738327944392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5417766738327944392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5417766738327944392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not_18.html' title='Would I or Would I Not... Part 2'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-3947623796836220759</id><published>2010-02-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:03:55.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I or Would I Not...</title><content type='html'>Hello I am an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;African-American farmer from Massachusetts. &lt;/span&gt;I would like for you to know why I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;vote for Abraham Lincoln. I would vote for Abraham Lincoln because, he is going to get rid of slavery :) If he would do that I could finally quit working for this snooty, non-caring people. ALL THEY EVER DID FOR ME WAS MAKE ME MISERABLE!!!! SLAVE DO THIS, SLAVE DO THAT, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH....!!!! Sorry I blew up but... Anyway that's why I would vote for Abraham Lincoln.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-3947623796836220759?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3947623796836220759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/3947623796836220759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/3947623796836220759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-i-or-would-i-not.html' title='Would I or Would I Not...'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-1458184948216817074</id><published>2010-01-13T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:34:23.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/S03Z41CySyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ppjkw4GeOjc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Chapter 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Me and Sons Come Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sons and I are marching through the fields to get to the ashes that used to be our house. Then we marched proudly to my sons' aunt's house. This is what happened when we got there. My wife ran to us crying tears of joy. Happy that WE were alive. She told us what happened when we left. Here is the conversation: "Oh I am so happy you are all alive!" "And by the way boys you three are in big trouble! Especially you John. You were suppose to stop your brothers from sneaking out to join the  war, because you are the oldest. But instead you snuck out to join the war too!" "BOYS YOU TOLD ME THAT YOUR MOTHER TOLD YOU TO JOIN THE ARMY IN THE DARK SO THE BRITISH DID NOT SEE YOU!!! SO YOU ARE IN EVEN MORE TROUBLE FOR LYING!!!" "Oh boy. RUN!!!!" "Now everybody CALM DOWN!!!" Then it went silent. After a few moments of silence their aunt said, "Good now let's all have cookies." while we ate cookies this NEW conversation went on: "Well I start my job tomorrow." And the boys and I start working in the field tomorrow." "These next few years are going to be tough." But if we pray maybe just maybe some where in the future things will get better for All of us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-6321230556442758041?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6321230556442758041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/war-end-today-and-future-chap-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/6321230556442758041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/6321230556442758041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/war-end-today-and-future-chap-2.html' title='The War, The End, Today, and The Future Chap. 2'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-229005866901551599</id><published>2009-12-15T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:29:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War, The End, Today, and The Future Chap. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The War, The End, Today, and The Future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;The Letter of the War&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the letter I wrote to my wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dearest Shaylee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the most horrifying experience in my LIFE!! First thing that happened is that happened during the war was that some men and I were in this small group that ambushed some of the small British groups. Some of the things I witnessed were indecent men being shot, our men AND their slicing and stabbing each other to the death. The things I smelt were disgusting. I smelt blood, decaying bodies gun powder, and smoke from fires. I barely survived the war. But this was just the beginning. Then the real war starts. It was like taking turns, so it was colonies shoot then the British shoot. I also witnessed peoples legs being torn right from under them by cannonballs. Now I think on July 4th I will think about how we won our freedom and celebrate like everyone else. There is going to be a WHOLE LOT of work to do thanks to the British armies. Luckily  all of our sons our alive. By the way Mary sent that letter from her to me. I have one question why did you NOT mention our three sons? Anyway I have to get a job and you and the boys have to grow more plantation. We are going to use the money we have to get our land back and to be able to get the supplies we need to build a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-229005866901551599?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/229005866901551599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-coming-home-from-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/229005866901551599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/229005866901551599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-coming-home-from-war.html' title='The War, The End, Today, and The Future Chap. 1'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-5344042395014166382</id><published>2009-12-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:56:12.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Dear my most trustworthy friend Mary, my husband has been one of the men who chosen to fight in war against King George and his wretched army! It is a most terrifying and saddest day of my life! I am so sorry if your son or husband has gone to war! He is spending his last few days preparing for war. Yesterday I heard a knock on the door. When I answered it it was... John Adams! That's when I was excited. John Adams asked if he could speak to my husband. I told him he was out in the the field with my most kind voice I could choke out. While John Adams went talk to my husband I started to think about the things that led to this war, like the Boston Tea Party. The Boton Tea went a little over board, but at least it got the British to take off the taxes on tea. After John Adams left, my husband told me that he was randomly chosen to fight in war so we colonist can have our independence.Just like in Common Sense by Thomas Paine. I feel grateful for some of the things that led up to this war and I am also mad that happened!!!! One things I am happy that happened was the Boston Tea Party, because there are no more taxes on tea. The one thing I am mad about that happened was the Stamp Act, because the British started putting exspencive taxes on everything. Right now he is doing everything he ever wanted to do... Which would be pranking the British soldiers. Why can't there be just peace plain paece?!? Anyway what he did the last two days he went cliff divi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ng, and pranking British soldiers. Don't ask me why he wants to prank British soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; feeling anger and RAGE about this WAR, because we are at the perfect spot in life and now this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Then this war just appeared out of no where!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The war is interupting the perfect time in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please try to write back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shaylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S. Curse King George and his wretched army!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-5344042395014166382?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5344042395014166382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5344042395014166382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5344042395014166382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html' title='Off To War'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-7117531455882760956</id><published>2009-11-11T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:53:55.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #7 as a West African Slave</title><content type='html'>I am now this creepy, no good ship! It is very creepy and cramped. This is sending me off the edge! This dead person is still on me! I am furious, repeat FURIOUS!!! This horrible boat is crawling with lice, rats, and different deadly sicknesses. The splintery wooden floor is covered with blood and mucus. The Europeans FINALLY threw that dead dude over board. I can still smell the stench of death.  I can feel the boat rocking back and forth, back and forth.  Many wanted to starve themselves, but if they tried their lips would get burned by the Europeans. I have seen many try. It is so sad. I WANT to get OFF of this no-good ship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-7117531455882760956?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7117531455882760956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-7-as-west-african-slave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7117531455882760956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7117531455882760956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-7-as-west-african-slave.html' title='Day #7 as a West African Slave'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-2000198237688593639</id><published>2009-11-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:42:31.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1 as a West African Slave</title><content type='html'>It is in 1700's, I am walking in this grassy field. My feet are killing me. I am chained to this person who had died early this morning. This I find particularly gross. My head is itching with lice. I hate having to walk miles for nothing, but work and pain. The grass has blackberry thorns all through out the field. All I can smell is the stench of death. Most of us have tried to escape, but what is the point we are all chained together. Any of us who have tried have been whipped. The sound of people being whipped. It is horrifying! If it weren't for those Europeans trading guns to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enemy, I would not be here! I fell anger, sadness, curiosity, and frightened. I just want to go back to my tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-2000198237688593639?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2000198237688593639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-in-middle-passage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2000198237688593639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2000198237688593639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-in-middle-passage.html' title='Day #1 as a West African Slave'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-4162320761953093852</id><published>2009-10-23T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:30:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaylee X5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the year 2030, there was a scientist named Jacob who was about to give up on the project Shaylee, when he got an idea on what to use as a heart and a brain. Her heart was the only thing powerful enough to generate such amazing project. Her heart would be a piece of plutonium kryptonite. Her brain would be a super computer chip, but to get the heart and the brain to work he would need one bolt of lighting. Luckily it storming. You could hear the thunder roaring, as the lightning hit the ground.  He put his creation on chains and lifted her in the sky. Lighting struck her. That was plenty of power. In the morning she had awoke. She went to take a stroll as a normal girl. Then she saw this amazing place. It was the car dump. She loved all the pieces and parts. She met a creature called a zing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zing's bodies change colors with their mood. At the moment she was a rainbow, meaning that it was frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Shaylee X5 said, "It's OK little buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zing still a little frightened said, "H-hello."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My name is Shaylee.", Shaylee X5 explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zing said, "My name is Alex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She was going to get a slice of pizza for her and Alex, when she met Maya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5 said,"Hey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya wondering who was saying that said, "Who said that?!?!?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5, "I did."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya, "Ohhhh... Then hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5,"Let's grab a slice of pizza and go to the car dump."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya, "Okay." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya was a creation too. Did I mention Shaylee X5 has a pet zing named Toy. Maya, Alex, Shaylee X5, and Toy went to the car dump. They went to look at the "Car Crusher", but it just shreds them. They were all behind Shaylee X5, so one bumped in one another it pushed Shaylee X5 off the edge!!! Someone had left the crusher on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya and Alex, "OH-NO!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toy, "Woof!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She was about to be shredded up when she got so scared that all of sudden she started flying!?!?!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5, "Wow! This is awesome!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the moment she had figured out she was a robot. She was amazed. Maya flew up beside her. Shaylee X5 started practicing her powers, which were super strength, sonic hearing, rocket boots, and blasters.  She was practicing when the FRG{Federal Robots Group} saw her! They analized her without letting her know. They found the heart of Shaylee X5. They wanted  the heart. They left to tell their boss which is Dr. Mole, a circus ring master tried to catch Shaylee X5. She saw him trying and he succeeded, because when she saw him he was already catching her. She was took to a circus where robots fight each other, but she refused. So when she saw every robot who were facing up to her all she did was blast them with one blast and the were destroyed. She was finally done and she flew up to the ring master and took his keys so she could leave. Maya, Alex, and Toy were waiting for her. Then Dr. Mole sent out a command that he wanted to be ruler of the world. He also said who ever did not bow down to him will be put in jail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5, "You know we are going to have to  stop him right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex and Maya nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toy, "WOOF!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They went up to Dr. Mole's liar. They got passed the sucurity system thanks to Maya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaylee X5 whispered, "We have to sneak up to the top floor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They reached to the liar. Alex and Toy confused Dr. Mole with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; their colors by mixing them up and Maya and Shaylee X5 took him to jail and he went crazy. They finally got rid of the problem.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-4162320761953093852?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4162320761953093852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/shaylee-x5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4162320761953093852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4162320761953093852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/shaylee-x5.html' title='Shaylee X5'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-2614330704314580051</id><published>2009-10-08T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:50:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Off Labels</title><content type='html'>There is a down side to labels. Some of these "labels" are negitive. People {my mom, dad, and friends} like that I am smart, helpful, and that I have good heart. I like that I get good grades, big heart and brain. I have had labels put on me, some were negitive some were positive. One was brat and it was put on me by my step brother. I really don't care about that label and that's pretty much the only negitive label and I have already ripped off that label. The positive ones are that I am smart, good friend, and helpful. I think I got my labels cause I help alot.:) I get all A's. I love being a good friend. My step brother was not in a good mood when he gave me the label brat. Living up to bad labels will just get into being a hotdog man, who lives in a broke down taxi. On the other hand living up to good labels will get you a great job and a beautiful house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-2614330704314580051?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2614330704314580051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-labels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2614330704314580051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/2614330704314580051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-labels.html' title='Tearing Off Labels'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-4201178663657563280</id><published>2009-10-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:48:32.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Off {Fair Day}</title><content type='html'>My day was the most awful day ever. Try sitting in a house while your brother has a 24 hour stomach bug. Every time somthing hit his stomache threw up. Any way we just sat  around watching random, but awesome tv shows. For lunch we ate delious Jack in the Box.My brother looked terrible and awful.We didn't do much. So it was the most boring, awful, gloomy, and disturbing day ever!!!I ate delious chicken strips, yummy curly fries, and amazing Dr. Pepper.If I could change that day I would make it the most awsome, amazing, crazy, surpising, interesting, and so much more.That as you could picture it was disgusting, disturbing, awful day ever. Never get a terrible stomach virus. So anyway we had dry, delious, amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-4201178663657563280?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4201178663657563280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day-off-fair-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4201178663657563280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/4201178663657563280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day-off-fair-day.html' title='My Day Off {Fair Day}'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-8815343671457054170</id><published>2009-09-25T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:31:30.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Quest Lesson #1</title><content type='html'>If people could be honest, respectful, and trustworthy we would be in a peaceful environment. In the future being disrespectful will NOT, I repeat NOT get you into a great collage. If your not honest, how could collages trust you. If your not honest then your not trustworthy. Anyway my ultimate goal is to get into Harvard!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-8815343671457054170?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8815343671457054170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-quest-lesson-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/8815343671457054170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/8815343671457054170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-quest-lesson-1.html' title='Future Quest Lesson #1'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-5743380865658166198</id><published>2009-09-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:02:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Plants And Algae Important in an Aquarium???</title><content type='html'>My Answer:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think that the answer is that plants AND  algae keep the water clean and provide oxygen for the fish and other aquatic animals. So, next time you think that plants{Elodea, Algae, duckweed, and ect.} are just pretty, then your wrong they are important. They provide air for animals and us.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-5743380865658166198?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5743380865658166198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5743380865658166198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5743380865658166198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html' title='Why Are Plants And Algae Important in an Aquarium???'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-5461969304089807487</id><published>2009-09-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:41:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation #3</title><content type='html'>We had our third observation a couple of days ago and our fish are healthy and happy{i guess}. Our snails are just being snails. Our crickets on the other hand have dug down in the dirt and ate our alfalfa seeds!!! He dug up food!!!{is it amazing} We still can't find our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Our mustard plants are growing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-5461969304089807487?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5461969304089807487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/observation-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5461969304089807487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/5461969304089807487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/observation-3.html' title='Observation #3'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717536243480682377.post-7311346529204230154</id><published>2009-09-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:45:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecosystems-How we depend on each other</title><content type='html'>I loved putting the ecosystems together!!! The only things I disliked about it is that we have to deal with crickets. I learned that Mosquito Fish are very territorial. I observed that our female mosquito fish fought off a fry.{a baby mosquito fish} I also noticed that crickets are very chatty. I  love animals, that's what got me excited about the science project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717536243480682377-7311346529204230154?l=shayleerocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7311346529204230154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecosystems-how-we-depend-on-each-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7311346529204230154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717536243480682377/posts/default/7311346529204230154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayleerocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecosystems-how-we-depend-on-each-other.html' title='Ecosystems-How we depend on each other'/><author><name>animaluvrsthoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459511434343104472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Juz98HNeh4/SuHUG0LGNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nD661duaaw0/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
