<?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-14966309</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bwokin Wagun</title><subtitle type='html'>My Wagun is my bwain, dat sometimes does not work wite... and sometimes da wheels fall off and git weally wusty.  Oh, and the handle is bent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-115359503208421110</id><published>2006-07-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:30:18.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Rascal Flatts Me and My Gang Concert VIA Phone</title><content type='html'>Wow... It has been a long time since I have been on here!!!..... Graduation was awsome... It makes me feel good to be done, but I sure do miss it!!! I never knew that looking for a job would be so hard... My best friend in the whole world, Manda was my partner in crime when we were in school!!! We formed a gang of good friends and happy time to last a life time... And belive it or not the gang was all girls... Me, Manda, Sarah, and Jessica... It was awsome!!! She had moved away to Cali. 3 days after graduation... It was hard saying good-bye...BUT.... I call her almost every day... so I guess it is not that bad.!!! Yesterday I thought that I would give her a call because it had been a while since I had called her last... When I called her she didn't answer her cell phone!! That was ok because I thought that she just had it turned off or some thing... So I called her grandmas house where they were staying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mom had picked up the phone and I asked her if Manda was there.... And the next thing that she was that she went to a Rascal Flatts concert in Fresno!!!! Ahhhhuggggg!! I hold her that I wanted to go... I LOVE RASCAL FLATTS!!! so her mom and I talked for a few minutes and then she said that she would tell Manda that I called.... When Manda saw the missed call on her cell... she desided to call me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she called I thought that the Rascal Flatts concert was over.... I asked how the concert was and she told me that the Wreckers, and Gary Allen just got done playing and that Rascal Flatts was up next.... Manda had to take a trip to the little girls room and on the way there she told me that if I wanted to listen to them sing then she would leave the phone on so I could here them!!!! I thought that was the coolest thing ever!!! I sat on the phone for an 1 hour and 40 minutes listening to Rascal Flatts sing!!! It was sooo cool.... In between the break ups due to having the cell in the arena I heard them as if I was right there next to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang soo many songs... Feels Like Today, Hotel California, Me and My Gang, What hurts the most, Life is a highway, God bless this broken road.... and a whole bunch more That I cant remember... That made my whole day!!! I am still talking about it!!! Thank God for a friend like her... and thank God for unlimited long distance on my end and unlimited minutes on her end!!! I had sooo much fun... The 2006 Rascal Flatts Me and My Gang concert was the best!!! Thanks Manda!!! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tickets to the 2006 Rascal Flatts Me and My Gang concert:$62&lt;br /&gt;*Beverages$3.50&lt;br /&gt;*Rascal Flatts 2006 concert T-Shirt:$15&lt;br /&gt;* Your best friend in the wole world that let you listen to the Rascal Flatts concert on the phone 2 states away:Priceless&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/Manda%20at%20the%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/320/Manda%20at%20the%20park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-115359503208421110?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/115359503208421110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=115359503208421110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/115359503208421110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/115359503208421110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-rascal-flatts-me-and-my-gang.html' title='2006 Rascal Flatts Me and My Gang Concert VIA Phone'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-114056856223504936</id><published>2006-02-21T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:37:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Howdy Doody Tooty Frootie~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Yes it's me.... Can you belive it... I am back!!! Surprise... no I have not dropped off of the face of the earth... I have just been super busy with school and trying to go in the right direction after school. You will not belive how busy I have been with everything.... It is starting to slow down a little bit.... Not much but a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I love this last year of school... But I think it gets a little to hecktick some times, but me and my bestest friend Amanda can get through anything when it comes to school. Or we both can just sit and rattle on and on about anything... and in the end with both know where each other is comming from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;She is an awsome girl... the bestest friend that I have ever had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;sorry that I have to cut this so short... but I can't think of anything else to say. Oh wait... yes I do... my 18th birthday is in 15 days, and my graduation is in aount 60 days!!! can you belive that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-114056856223504936?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/114056856223504936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=114056856223504936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/114056856223504936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/114056856223504936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2006/02/howdy-doody-tooty-frootie.html' title='~Howdy Doody Tooty Frootie~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-113876667141656799</id><published>2006-01-31T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:05:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/shocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/320/shocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;BOO!!! Did I scare ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-113876667141656799?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/113876667141656799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=113876667141656799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113876667141656799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113876667141656799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2006/01/booooooo.html' title='BOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-113512390080412044</id><published>2005-12-20T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:11:40.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Christmas Break~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/grinch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/320/grinch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Guess What?..... It is finally Christmas break!!! That's right, I Hannah Ranay Bunting has a week off of school!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAA.... Now I just cant wait to sleep in, in the morning... While my parents take a nap, I might pop in some Christmas music, decorate the Christmas tree and clean the living room for them...It amazes me how many people really don't know what the "real" meaning of Christmas is. Most people think it is about gifts and stuff... But it is sooo much more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Sure I like presents, hey every one likes presents... We like to give and we LOVE to receive them.... But come on.... Lets get real, Is it really necessary to plow people down with their shopping carts in a Wal*Mart Supercenter when you want the last MP3 player or Xbox360 but they get it first? No its not.... The real reason behind the meaning of Christmas it what it says.... Christmas is about Christ our savior, who sacrificed his life so all of us can live happy and rejoice in his name and live on his earth until our days are done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Then we will celebrate and rejoice again when we go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I hope that you all have a very merry chistmas and a wonderful new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-113512390080412044?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/113512390080412044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=113512390080412044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113512390080412044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113512390080412044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-break.html' title='~Christmas Break~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-113322218945029211</id><published>2005-11-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:56:29.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~It's beggining to look a lot like Christmas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;That's right... the title says it all... It's begginnging to look a lot like Christmas. It is a lot closer than most people think... 27 days and counting... we have snow on the ground and more on the way too. All together until Tuesday night the news is predicting 4 to 9 inches all together in the mountins.... Oh by golly that is where I live!! my dad might have to take my mom to work at 2:00am tomorrow!!! I love the snow but my mom says when I start driving then I will not like it as much!!! well I hope all of you have a lovely holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-113322218945029211?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/113322218945029211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=113322218945029211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113322218945029211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113322218945029211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-beggining-to-look-lot-like.html' title='~It&apos;s beggining to look a lot like Christmas~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-113315042026443777</id><published>2005-11-27T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:00:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep Throut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Boy oh Boy... I tell you what, What I have I would not wish on my worst enemy!!! strep throut is a nasty nasty icky devil sickness that makes you soooo miserable. I first started to feel a "Soar" throut 2 days before Thanksgiving.I thought nothing of it and went about my sitting around the house and helping my dad clean. It decided that It wanted to get proggresivly worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;It hurt soooo bad that I could not even swollow a small sip of water to take my antibiotic let alone swollow my own spit! So Thanksgiving rolls around and we go to my favoritest aunts house and I felt soooooo bad, I hardly said 2 words the whole time we were there... I did not get to enjoy the full affect of triptopan, and I did not get to enjoy the full affect of the holiday. So after the  Thanksgiving dinner my family and I went to our local Safeway to pick up some juice, diet soda pop, and some soup.. oh dont forget about the cold medicine!! I was still on the virge of not being able to talk for the next.... oh lets say 3 days or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;The next day  I would write my mom notes for the next 3 days. TODAY!!! oh by golly lets mark this day on the calander!! Hannah can talk!!! AND EAT!!! for the past 3 or 4 days I was only able to eat I guessing maybe about a cup and a half of stuff. I bet I lost another 5 pounds... Oh did I tell you guys that I lost 10lbs when I was completely not sick. But at that time my dad was in the hospital for Broncial Phnemonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh and my mom lost 18lbs. So I am guessing and hoping that My mom and dad will let me go back to school Tues. or Wed. at the lastest. Just to be on the safe side. well I guess I better go for now. Talk to ya all later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Stay safe and I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Oh and try not to get sick!!! Be blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-113315042026443777?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/113315042026443777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=113315042026443777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113315042026443777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113315042026443777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/11/strep-throut.html' title='Strep Throut'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-113072525770170003</id><published>2005-10-30T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:20:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~HaPpY HaLlOwEeN~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Oooooooooo. Hello ghosts, goules, and gobblins, Oh my! I just thought that I would wish every one a happy and safe halloween!!! dont and of you eat too much chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-113072525770170003?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/113072525770170003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=113072525770170003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113072525770170003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/113072525770170003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='~HaPpY HaLlOwEeN~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112925118414058593</id><published>2005-10-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:19:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monin bloggers... Know who dis is? Dis Hannah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello fellow bloggers and blogging buddies... By the looks of my blog it is telling me that I have not been on here for a little over a month!!! (Shame... shame... Hannah) Just wanted to tell all of you that I am doing good. School is going good for me, and I am still loving it as much as the first day that I started... I have been spending a lot of time with my mom and dad lately... we are sooooo close as a family and I think that it is really cool. My mom was posting something in her blog about me on her post dated 10-12-05 and she pointed out to me verbally that I am going to be 18 years old in about 6 months... I about started crying... and she just laughed at me!! That is parents for ya I guess... I also guess that my parents are very lucky to have the child that they did, because they could have had a kid that always ended up in jail, smoked pot, had sex with any one and every one, and doing other drugs and weird things... but instead they had ME!!!!! YEAAAAAA.... I love my parents with all of my heart and I don't know what I would ever do with out them. They mean the world to me, and I truly am thankful even though I may not show it some times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112925118414058593?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112925118414058593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112925118414058593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112925118414058593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112925118414058593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/10/monin-bloggers-know-who-dis-is-dis.html' title='Monin bloggers... Know who dis is? Dis Hannah!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112706770396339887</id><published>2005-09-18T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:28:13.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Hey there, Hi there, Ho there~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/colville%20high%20school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/colville%20high%20school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello every one... I just thought that I would say hello... By the looks of it, I have not been on here for a long time... I have been really busy with school. I never thought that I would have sooo much fun!!! I LOVE all of my teachers and classes!!! I never thought that I would love school this much. Every one told me that my senior year was going to be the best year of my life and they were right...I am not wanting to stay home every day like I was last year... Every morning I am excited to go learn something new... All of my teachers are soooo funny. They all have a great personality, and that is what counts to make kids have a great last year of high school!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/art.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/art.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112706770396339887?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112706770396339887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112706770396339887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112706770396339887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112706770396339887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-there-hi-there-ho-there.html' title='~Hey there, Hi there, Ho there~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112623703636618147</id><published>2005-09-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:25:48.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Summer was then... School is now"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;It's official guys... I started school on the 30th of august. Boy has it been fun so far... I love all of my teachers... they are all sooooo funny... I have had homework since day 1 and I am still having it... People have told me that your senior year was going to be your busiest one of them all... and so far they were right.... but also I am enjoying it very much... If I could change anything about this year... I actually don't think that I would change anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112623703636618147?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112623703636618147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112623703636618147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112623703636618147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112623703636618147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/09/summer-was-then-school-is-now.html' title='&quot;Summer was then... School is now&quot;'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112524861692149054</id><published>2005-08-28T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:03:36.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Write too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello, I just thought that I would share a few things with all of you before I left for a while... Not a long while...just long enough to clean the house for my mom and get my stuff ready for school on Tuesday!!! I bet you think that I'm really excited huh? Well I'm kind of excited but not jumping out of my shoes excited... Sooooooooooo... I better get going for now... I hope you all have a great day!!!! Oh guess what... I have already started the count down until I graduate!!! there is approximately 214 days left :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112524861692149054?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112524861692149054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112524861692149054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112524861692149054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112524861692149054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-write-too-long.html' title='Can&apos;t Write too long'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112506805213614465</id><published>2005-08-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:02:06.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~There Was A Knock At The Door~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;This is a story that was an assignment for one of my classes that I had to do... The title of it is "There was a Knock at the door". It is about me, my best friend Kayla, Brandon, and Kayla's sister Jennifer. Kayla was one of those friends that was perfect... she was almost like my sister... any way I hope that you like the story!!! I thought that it was really funny... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;There Was A Knock At The Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;BY: Hannah Bunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Mr. Fitspatrick's class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;period # 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;5-13-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Once upon a time, there were two friends having a slumber party. The names of these two friends were Kayla and Hannah. These two friends really liked to talk a lot. They stayed up until the wee hours of the morning. The two great friends that they were, they never ran out of things to talk about, and they never could stay mad at each other. They just liked each others company. With pizza, movies, and nice fluffy pillows, they talked and talked, and ate and ate until they heard a loud knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/doors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Not knowing what to do because it was 3:00 a.m. and no one was home. Kayla and Hannah contemplated on what to do. They looked through the peephole in the door and they saw a strange looking man in a pink elephant suit with purple polka dots on it. When they saw him, they started giggling uncontrollably, but so quietly that the man in the pink elephant suit with purple polka dots on it could not hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;They thought long and hard, and Kayla and Hannah decided that they would open the door. Before Kayla and Hannah opened the door, they armed them selves with two big squirt guns full of purple Jell-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/grapejello.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/grapejello.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;On the count of three, Kayla and Hannah flung open the door and low and behold, there stood the man in the pink elephant suit with purple polka dots on it. We looked a little closer with our squirt guns full of purple Jell-O in hand trying to figure out who this strange looking person could possibly be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;When we looked at the strange man in the pink elephant suit with purple polka dots on it and we found out that it was Brandon. He came to ask us if we had any chocolate ice cream and pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/chocolate%20ice%20cream5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/chocolate%20ice%20cream5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Kayla and Hannah looked at Brandon with a puzzled look like why the heck would he want chocolate ice cream and pickles at 3:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/pickles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/pickles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Then all of the sudden, Kayla and Hannah heard this loud crash and they turned around and they thought that no one was home, but they were wrong. Kayla's sister Jennifer came crashing down the stairs in her leather outfit practicing her martial arts moves. Jennifer thought that kayla and Hannah were in danger of the man in the pink elephant suit with purple polka dots. It turns out that he was just a good friend of Kayla's and Hannah's. Jennifer kept practicing her martial arts, and Kayla and Hannah went on watching movies and eating pizza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3433/1371/400/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Brandon just sat there eating his pickles and chocolate ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;~The End~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112506805213614465?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112506805213614465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112506805213614465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112506805213614465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112506805213614465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-was-knock-at-door.html' title='~There Was A Knock At The Door~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112474185437594295</id><published>2005-08-22T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:17:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~School~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello every one... It has been a while since I have written any thing on here... Guess what? I have the pleasure of starting school in about 9 days... My summer has flown by. It is unbelievable how fast it has gone. This is going to be my last year in high school, then I have to find out what I want to do when I get out of school... I still have a couple ideas floating around in my head some where. I am still trying to make up my mind on what I want one of those things would be best for me to do. I hope that all of you are all doing well... I have to get going... because I have to finish my chores and stuff so I can spend the night at my friends house on Tuesday... Have a wonderful day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;~Stay out of trouble~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112474185437594295?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112474185437594295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112474185437594295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112474185437594295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112474185437594295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='~School~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112423893142298099</id><published>2005-08-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:35:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello... know who dis is? dis Hannah!!!! Just thought that I would pop in and wish every one a good afternoon, evening, or morning to all of you bloggers and friends of mine!!! not much to say today... brain feels empty ;) ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112423893142298099?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112423893142298099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112423893142298099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112423893142298099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112423893142298099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112365338756444472</id><published>2005-08-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:56:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~STORMAGE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Guess what? It is really stormy here In Colville... We are getting a lot of wind, thunder, and lighting. I don't like thunder and lighting at all... actually I don't mind it when I am with other people... but when I am by myself I cannot stand it!!!! It freaks me out man:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I am just a chicken kid! hahaha... but hey, what can I say. Oh... before I forget to tell ya'll, My mom made the best jambalya (or however you spell it)... it was sooooooooo good. She got the spice called Emril's Essence... Talk about BAM!!! she kicked it up quite a few notches... It was spicy but it was really good... we even got left overs for lunch tomorrow!!=)~ . This afternoon I was baby sitting and about 4:00ish I had heard two loud claps of thunder and there must have been a lighting strike that had hit the Colville mountain. Then I heard this loud helicopter... so I RAN outside to see what it was, and it was a helicopter with a water bucket on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;That's right, we had a small fire on a dry mountain with a lot of houses below the mountain and a small trailer court in the distance... that is all we needed was to have a fire on a mountain that was really dry just like every thing else. Thank god though, because they must have gotten it under controle because after a while I didn't see any more helicopters!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Well I guess I better go for now... hope all of you have a good night... Maybe in the next few posts that I do... I might put in this story that I had to write for one of my classes when we lived in Newport Oregon. It is a really funny one I think. It is called "A knock on the door". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;~Good Night every one~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112365338756444472?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112365338756444472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112365338756444472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112365338756444472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112365338756444472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/stormage.html' title='~STORMAGE~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112364671181596335</id><published>2005-08-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:05:11.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails In Your Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Here is another song I like from MercyMe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Mercy Me-Nails in Your Hands .mp3&amp;amp;url=http://mybwokinwagun.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112364671181596335?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112364671181596335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112364671181596335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112364671181596335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112364671181596335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/nails-in-your-hands.html' title='Nails In Your Hands'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112361440195950001</id><published>2005-08-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:53:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!!! Yipee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom found out about how to post songs to your blogs. Here is one of my favorite songs. Hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=MercyMe - The Worship Project - 05 - I Can Only Imagine.MP3&amp;amp;url=http://ladyofgrace.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by MercyMe and the title is "I Can Only Imagine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112361440195950001?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112361440195950001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112361440195950001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112361440195950001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112361440195950001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-yipee.html' title='Music!!! Yipee!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112342893253888785</id><published>2005-08-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:35:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOD MORNINGGGG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hey there, hi there, ho there... Just a note to say hello this morning. Not much new going on... just did a bit of cleaning before I went with my friends today at noon for my friends 4 year old sons birthday... My mom told me to get as much of the house clean before I leave... so what did I do? I started cleaning the house this morning around 5:40am of so... Now I can feel the 5:40 part of the day catching up with me :o So what I might do is go get all of my stuff ready for the water and then I might go lay down for a little bit... after that I am gonna go take a shower and get ready to go... I hope that all of you have a good day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;~Don't do any thing that I would not do. And if ya do, don't name it after me!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112342893253888785?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112342893253888785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112342893253888785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112342893253888785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112342893253888785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/gooood-morningggg.html' title='GOOOOD MORNINGGGG!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112335010230005231</id><published>2005-08-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:41:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Monin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monin bloggers you know who dis is? Dis Hannah! just thought that I would say Monin to all of you out there before I got in that cleaning mood that I was telling you about in the post ??Broom handle in the ceiling fan??... Yep today is one of those days... I want to really surprise my mom and do a good job so she might let me go the river tomorrow with some friends of mine for a birthday!!! so I better go get cleaning!!! TTFN ta ta for now ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112335010230005231?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112335010230005231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112335010230005231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112335010230005231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112335010230005231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-monin.html' title='Good Monin&apos;'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112330429811485429</id><published>2005-08-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:58:18.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Air Force~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I am going to be a Senior this year in high school and every one keeps asking me what I plan on doing when I get out of school. I always tell them that I'm not quite sure what I want to do. My mom and I have really been talking about something that I think has me going in the right direction maybe about 6 months to a year out of high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;We were talking one hot afternoon in the cool air conditioned bedroom... and then again I was asked by my mom what I was going to do when I got out of high school. Yet again I said that I did not know. She asked me if I have ever thought about going into the military. I of course said "No". My mom told me about the different things like the Army, Navy, Marines, and the Air Force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;She told me a description of all of them and she said that she thought that the Air Force was the best one. The more we talked about it, the more I started to agree and really think hard about it. My mom also told me that there are a lot of things that you have to do before you can even think about going into the Air Force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Every time we talk about it, it keeps pulling me in more and more. The thing that I am scared of the most is going to off war. I told my mom that, and I told her that I did not wat to go into war and me comming out dead and them comming out the one and only baby that they have ever gone. Sure I would love to serve my country but the biggest fear that I will always have is going to war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;And of course leaving behind the best parents that any child could ever want let alone ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;~Good Nite~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112330429811485429?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112330429811485429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112330429811485429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112330429811485429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112330429811485429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/air-force.html' title='~Air Force~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112329566873063614</id><published>2005-08-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:34:28.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??Broom handle in a running ceiling fan??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;OK... I bet you are all wondering what in the world a handle of a broom was doing in a ceiling fan that was on high!!! Well let me explain. One day a long time ago my mom and I were having one of those days where you get in the mood to clean and you can't stop! Yepper that was us, we had the tunes cranked up in the living room and we were have a good time cleaning and stuff. Then my mom wanted to talk to me in the kitchen... so I put down what I was doing and went to go see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I think it was shortly after we moved from Oregon up here to the teeny tiny town of Cloville and we did not have a vaccume yet. So I went to go see what my mom needed, and she wanted me to sweep the livingroom floor... (no big deal) right? Well my mom and I stood there talking in the kitchen and dumby me not thinking of it I put the handle of the broom into our ceiling fan :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;With the decent sized dent that is still in our broom handle and a small one I think in my head some where I left the kitchen laughing soo hard that I about peed my pants I went to go sweep the livingroom floor. My mom thought that it was quite funny her self as well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh and on occation when I strech... my hands tend to go above my head and then I feel the slight breeze of the ceiling fan once again I suddenly look up and quickly move my hands to my side!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hope you all got a kick out of that one. I have to go for now and get our Blue Berry cobbler out of the oven! Mmmmmmm!!! Bye bye for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112329566873063614?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112329566873063614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112329566873063614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112329566873063614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112329566873063614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/08/broom-handle-in-running-ceiling-fan.html' title='??Broom handle in a running ceiling fan??'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112284461207697424</id><published>2005-07-31T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:16:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*THE HEAT*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello It's me again... I just can't get enough of this blog thing. It is really fun, but enough talking about the blog. I actually want to talk about how hot it is!!! It is 96 degrees and the other day it go to 104 degrees!YUCKY!!! you wanna talk about sticky? some of the side effects of the heat are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Cranky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Thrashable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Sticky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;and yea you get the picture. When I get really hot I get thrashable and to the point where I just want to go jump in the bath tub with my clothes on and nice cold water. Or I could even jump into a lake or river right now!!! ahhhhhh that would be nice... so I think I am going to find something cool to do! ~see ya later alligators~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112284461207697424?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112284461207697424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112284461207697424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112284461207697424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112284461207697424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/07/heat.html' title='*THE HEAT*'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112279152043453167</id><published>2005-07-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:32:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitey Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Well every one I have to go to bed now. I had a blast today taking the big journey out into the blogging world. I have to admit that there is a lot to learn and I'm excited to see how creative I can get with this...Sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112279152043453167?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112279152043453167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112279152043453167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112279152043453167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112279152043453167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/07/nitey-nite.html' title='Nitey Nite'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112277128430582286</id><published>2005-07-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:54:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sticky is too sticky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Ever have a little too much jelly? You know what I mean, you go to make yourself a pb&amp;amp;j sandwich with just a little too much jelly that falls out of the bread and on to your shirt. You really don't realize it until some one tells you and probably by that time it is all over your hands, face, this gets sticky, that gets sticky, your arm gets sticky,the table gets sticky. Let me tell you, you find yourself almost to the point where you can lick your elbow!!! Gotta go for now. Maybe next time I will tell you about the time I stuck the handle of our broom into our ceiling fan! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112277128430582286?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112277128430582286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112277128430582286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112277128430582286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112277128430582286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-sticky-is-too-sticky.html' title='How sticky is too sticky?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14966309.post-112276852983986219</id><published>2005-07-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:08:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello fellow bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;This is my very first blog ever. I wanted one because my mom &lt;a href="http://www.ladyofgrace.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ladyofgrace.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; has a purdy one and every day I look at and read hers, so last night she got me started on one and we just got done with it. When she got done with it she told me to go test it out. So here I am! Wish me luck on my new bwokin wagun adventure of postings! Some day I might explain to the great big world of bloggers what Bwokin Wagun means in fuller detail. For now this is a good start but I gotta go...Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14966309-112276852983986219?l=mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/feeds/112276852983986219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14966309&amp;postID=112276852983986219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112276852983986219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14966309/posts/default/112276852983986219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybwokinwagun.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-fellow-bloggers.html' title='Hello fellow bloggers'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045854746404158833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/7136/320/hannah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
