<?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-2692340461077381408</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:26.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy's Writings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2692340461077381408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XYd6tgXKh8/SVkcYGXFGZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cn5Bl9z2mR0/S220/Julie_Dec2008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692340461077381408.post-6252249426275486232</id><published>2009-03-29T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:28:11.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great mom!</title><content type='html'>what me,griffin,daddy love about mom:she is an awesome mom.  She takes care of us.  Shes a super mom.  we love her.  we can depend on her.  shes a great mom.  that she gives us a great life.  shes pretty.  she enjoys the gifts we give her.  We have fun being around her.  She is a fun mom.  She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from other moms.  that she cares for us.  She tries to make life fun for us.  She keeps us alive.  She makes us feel special.  She cheers us on.  She takes care of our needs.  She fills our life with happieness.  she keeps our closet filled.  she wants us to have a great life.  She is the best mom in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2692340461077381408-6252249426275486232?l=aboyswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6252249426275486232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2692340461077381408/posts/default/6252249426275486232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2692340461077381408/posts/default/6252249426275486232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-mom.html' title='a great mom!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XYd6tgXKh8/SVkcYGXFGZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cn5Bl9z2mR0/S220/Julie_Dec2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692340461077381408.post-9070250873592864707</id><published>2009-03-24T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:52:05.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings....</title><content type='html'>Last night I had my first baseball game. They were smoking us in the first inning 5-0. Then it was our turn to bat. We were doing good 1 out bases loaded and then we got an out. We hit the ball and scored. Then it was my turn to bat. I hit a grounder and somebody got it and threw it to home and it was an out. Three outs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile in the game it was my turn to hit again. I was nervous so I prayed. He threw the ball and &lt;strong&gt;Wham! &lt;/strong&gt;I hit it really hard the coach told me to go to second then third. But then he told me "GO HOME" so I ran home I touched home plate &lt;strong&gt;and HOME RUN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2692340461077381408-9070250873592864707?l=aboyswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/9070250873592864707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginnings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2692340461077381408/posts/default/9070250873592864707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2692340461077381408/posts/default/9070250873592864707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings....'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XYd6tgXKh8/SVkcYGXFGZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cn5Bl9z2mR0/S220/Julie_Dec2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
