<?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-6808859270444663789</id><updated>2011-09-28T18:25:53.660-04:00</updated><category term='prompt'/><category term='cheerleading'/><category term='illness'/><category term='FoodNetwork'/><category term='cellphone'/><category term='Skybar'/><category term='dance ballet tap jazz acro pointe modern'/><category term='Unwrapped'/><category term='braces teeth smile'/><category term='grades'/><category term='Valomilk'/><category term='tonsils'/><category term='reward'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='backyard'/><category term='Tiffany&apos;s Christmas gifts JuicyCouture flipvideo'/><category term='pool'/><category term='sleepover birthday'/><category term='MikhailBaryshnikov HellenKeller report biographies'/><category term='tryouts'/><category term='dance cheerleading'/><category term='sick'/><category term='middleschool'/><category term='writing'/><category term='candy'/><category term='strepthroat'/><title type='text'>It's All About Me</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a fashionable middle schooler who loves to write - join me as I blog my life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-4497532578799981668</id><published>2009-11-08T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:04:54.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance cheerleading'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 dancing!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy this year with dance and cheerleading, but I have really enjoyed doing it. Not only am I cheerleader for my school but I'm a full time dancer. I have been doing performing group at my studio this year and have loved performing at various events and places. The places I have performed at this year are the Southerns Women's Show, Jacksonville Fair and Riverside Art Market. I always look forward to the upcoming performing dates, I am all about dancing. Some people might feel shy when they get up on a stage in front of a lot of people. But not me, I love being in front of people and showing them what a talented dancer I am. It is an honor to be able to be in performing group at my studio because not everyone has the chance to be in it. To be in it you have to get chosen by a instructor at the studio, I really love my studio and everyone there. I have been dancing there since I was 2, my mom, little sister and brother danced there. Also my older sister used to dance there, I'm also very much into cheerleading. It is right up my alley because I'm loud, peppy, and have lots of school spirit. As you can see this keeps me very busy and exhausted but it's my life and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fholtsman%2Fsets%2F72157622759475552%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fholtsman%2Fsets%2F72157622759475552%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157622759475552&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fholtsman%2Fsets%2F72157622759475552%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fholtsman%2Fsets%2F72157622759475552%2F&amp;set_id=72157622759475552&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-4497532578799981668?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4497532578799981668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=4497532578799981668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/4497532578799981668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/4497532578799981668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-3-dancing.html' title='I &lt;3 dancing!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-1053145050676420034</id><published>2009-05-03T09:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:41:40.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tryouts'/><title type='text'>You Just Have To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/Sf2iCRSyz6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Nd6l0vJWE60/s1600-h/3V4YCAZ88V90CA2UL1RSCA75XPW7CAC19CA6CAYLSBSBCAZDAZMXCAR85XJTCA67X3KRCASYVE9TCA26H7K1CAI6PW7ICAL4GF8FCAQSZEW4CAWWCRB7CA3WVJJACAJB2G1GCAJVJB9YCAS6FV6BCAD8LVAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331595693762203554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/Sf2iCRSyz6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Nd6l0vJWE60/s320/3V4YCAZ88V90CA2UL1RSCA75XPW7CAC19CA6CAYLSBSBCAZDAZMXCAR85XJTCA67X3KRCASYVE9TCA26H7K1CAI6PW7ICAL4GF8FCAQSZEW4CAWWCRB7CA3WVJJACAJB2G1GCAJVJB9YCAS6FV6BCAD8LVAK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a dancer, but I always wanted to try something different. At my school you can only do cheerleading when you're in 7th grade. So this year they had tryouts.  I was already nervous about them but when I found out that they made cuts throughout the week I was even more nervous. During the first day of tryouts I was not that nervous because you could tell who had past experience and who didn't so that made me feel a little better. There were helpers and they ran the groups so in each group you did something different. In the first group you did a chant and in the second group you did a cheer and in the next group you practiced you toe touches and your hurkeys and in the last group we did a dance combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week went on I started to get tired and by the last day I just wanted to give up.  I was also nervous because that was the day we had to perform in front of judges. But my mom told me I needed to go because if I had gotten this far I had a good shot.  But the best part of this whole experience was...........I made the squad!  That just goes to show... never give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-1053145050676420034?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1053145050676420034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=1053145050676420034&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1053145050676420034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1053145050676420034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-just-have-to-believe.html' title='You Just Have To Believe'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/Sf2iCRSyz6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Nd6l0vJWE60/s72-c/3V4YCAZ88V90CA2UL1RSCA75XPW7CAC19CA6CAYLSBSBCAZDAZMXCAR85XJTCA67X3KRCASYVE9TCA26H7K1CAI6PW7ICAL4GF8FCAQSZEW4CAWWCRB7CA3WVJJACAJB2G1GCAJVJB9YCAS6FV6BCAD8LVAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-1519670026200033378</id><published>2009-02-21T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:48:38.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strepthroat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Being Sick Stinks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SaBJgZ218CI/AAAAAAAAADM/5SZFqLBsmes/s1600-h/doctors.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305321182087999522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SaBJgZ218CI/AAAAAAAAADM/5SZFqLBsmes/s320/doctors.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part of life is being sick, because it also hinders you from doing other things. Such as going to school then you have to do a lot of make up work. It is also not very fun to stay home and do nothing. But in my case it is very bad because you see, I have to get my tonsils out because I have had strep throat about 10 times in a year. I am not looking foward to that. To be honest, I am really scared, because I am the kind of person who worries about every little thing. So yes, right this minute I am thinking about when I get them out.  How long will it take?  When can I go home?  Am I going to be in a lot of pain? I know everybody always says you get to eat lots of ice cream, well I really do not care. I could do that without getting my tonsils out, HELP I am so scared!  Feel free to comment on your experiences. Only write good things please, I'm already too stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-1519670026200033378?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1519670026200033378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=1519670026200033378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1519670026200033378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1519670026200033378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-sick-stinks.html' title='Being Sick Stinks!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SaBJgZ218CI/AAAAAAAAADM/5SZFqLBsmes/s72-c/doctors.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-2887659687060588486</id><published>2009-02-01T16:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:53:50.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prompt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>I Love to Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYYUENMPCGI/AAAAAAAAACE/yGWISLz0vL4/s1600-h/pencil.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297944074140977250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYYUENMPCGI/AAAAAAAAACE/yGWISLz0vL4/s320/pencil.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple days ago in class we had to do one of those county prompt writings, and usually, most kids would say, "Awww, man ".  But not me,  I was very excited because I absolutely love to write and I am pretty good at it.  So as I sit there listening to my teacher explain how much time we have to write and plan, I am already planning inside my head. Finally after she was done talking, she said,  "You may begin planning."  Well, not me, you see,  when I write I just don't plan.  I plan as I go along. That is how I make my stories interesting and full of humor. Call me weird but, hey it works ,oh I forgot to mention that the prompt is to write to your parents to convince them to buy you a phone or to get you a better one. That was the perfect prompt for me because, you see, I am in middle school and all my friends have one and I don't see why I can't have one too. Life is just not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP!" my teacher said.  I had just finished the last word in my last sentence and boy was it a close one.  As my teacher went around collecting the writings and the planning sheet, I thought to myself, "I could have put more detail into paragraph two." But for a 45 minute writing, I thought it was pretty good, and to say the least I was pleased with the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-2887659687060588486?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2887659687060588486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=2887659687060588486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/2887659687060588486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/2887659687060588486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-to-write.html' title='I Love to Write'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYYUENMPCGI/AAAAAAAAACE/yGWISLz0vL4/s72-c/pencil.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-2828865148992908047</id><published>2009-01-31T16:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:46:38.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reward'/><title type='text'>It all pays off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYTEm7RQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/grLwrYM-eq8/s1600-h/juicy+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297575234718724754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYTEm7RQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/grLwrYM-eq8/s320/juicy+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although school is hard, it eventually pays off, well at least for me it did. I got straight A's on my 2nd quarter report card and usually I just get money but this time things went different.  My mom , dad and my twin brother and sister and I went to the town center. First we had lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.crispers.com/"&gt;Crispers &lt;/a&gt;then we started driving around and my dad asked me were I wanted to go. of course I said &lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/"&gt;juicy couture &lt;/a&gt;my favorite store, I mean were else would I go?  So after we parked we went inside and started looking around the first thing that caught my attention was the tracksuits. So I quickly went over there just looking and dreaming because I know my parents would never spend that much money on clothing. So this really nice lady walked up to me and said, "Is there anything you are looking for?"  I just said I was looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time looking I finally found this really cute tracksuit and I picked it up and my parent said to go ahead and try it on. So I went into the dressing roon and put on the outfit and came out and did a little fashion walk. My parents said it was cute so after about 30 minutes of tring on many different outfits dad said that I could go ahead and get it. At first I thought I was getting paniced, but reality finally set in and I realized that was going to finally going to be the owner of a Juicy tracksuit. After we paid and left I was set and I knew exactly what I was going to wear on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note from Editor Mom:  For readers that think I may have lost my mind...it was on super clearance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-2828865148992908047?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2828865148992908047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=2828865148992908047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/2828865148992908047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/2828865148992908047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-all-pays-off.html' title='It all pays off'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYTEm7RQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/grLwrYM-eq8/s72-c/juicy+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-8242208934544040608</id><published>2009-01-31T14:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:08:48.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backyard'/><title type='text'>A New Back Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYS9CVXHqPI/AAAAAAAAABs/1n7bC-G1zw0/s1600-h/3145725021_f3b5256ba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYS9CVXHqPI/AAAAAAAAABs/1n7bC-G1zw0/s400/3145725021_f3b5256ba2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566909486049522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole process of building a pool takes a long time.  Every day you just wish it is over because  the noise is just so annoying.  You also get tired of looking at a messy back yard for 6 months.  Strange workers are always showing up to work on it.  But, I am looking forward to having pool parties with all my friends.  At least I'll always have something to do during the summer, I'm never going to be bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-8242208934544040608?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8242208934544040608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=8242208934544040608&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/8242208934544040608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/8242208934544040608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-back-yard.html' title='A New Back Yard'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SYS9CVXHqPI/AAAAAAAAABs/1n7bC-G1zw0/s72-c/3145725021_f3b5256ba2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-6327529255250996849</id><published>2009-01-25T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:37:42.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unwrapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FoodNetwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valomilk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skybar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Back In The Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293041317996470754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSpCPSlIeI/AAAAAAAAABc/sc3Ao37Yaz8/s200/crackel+barrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday I was watching one of my favorite channels, called &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/"&gt;Food Network&lt;/a&gt;. Coincidently, my favorite show was coming on called &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/unwrapped/index.html"&gt;Unwrapped&lt;/a&gt;.  In this show, they take you behind the scenes and show you how things are made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, they started talking about these candies called &lt;a href="http://www.valomilks.com/"&gt;Valomilks&lt;/a&gt;, now of course, I have not heard of them because I hadn't even been born yet.  But they went on talking about them and the whole time I'm like I have got to try these.  There like a peanut butter cup but instead there filled with marshmallow,and of course covered with chocolate.  Also they brought up another&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSlV6PWQvI/AAAAAAAAABM/6_n5xkbtVrY/s1600-h/valomilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037257896641266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSlV6PWQvI/AAAAAAAAABM/6_n5xkbtVrY/s200/valomilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candy called the Sky bar,  which sounded quite tasty.  This candy is very different at least I think it is because instead of just one filling there are four different fillings.  They are fudge ,vanilla, caramel , and peanut.  Doesn't that just sound delicious?  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSlcS_m9WI/AAAAAAAAABU/KFruIlDQtB0/s1600-h/sky+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037367620728162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSlcS_m9WI/AAAAAAAAABU/KFruIlDQtB0/s200/sky+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that episode was over my mom decided that we were going to go out to dinner.(we went to Carraba's)  We were finally stuffed to our limits and at that point we knew it was time to go.  But as my mom drove away I realized that she wasn't going home, for some reason we were in the &lt;a href="http://www.crackerbarrel.com/"&gt;Cracker Barrel &lt;/a&gt;parking lot.  Well at that point, I was just confused, finally my mom told us why we were there. She said because she wanted to look around in the old country store.  So as she walked in she started walking toward the candy section, I wondered why.  I knew exactly why we were in there when she picked up that valomilk and skybar.  She brought us there so we could pick one old timy treat to take home and try,  just for fun.There was a slight problem we could only pick one either the skybar or the valomilk.  After a long time of debating I choose the Valomilk, and let me just say....it is one of my favorite candies now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-6327529255250996849?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6327529255250996849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=6327529255250996849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6327529255250996849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6327529255250996849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-old-days.html' title='Back In The Old Days'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXSpCPSlIeI/AAAAAAAAABc/sc3Ao37Yaz8/s72-c/crackel+barrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-992808981878346713</id><published>2009-01-18T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:27:19.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance ballet tap jazz acro pointe modern'/><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXOU4vchxkI/AAAAAAAAABE/cZle9oNa-lY/s1600-h/acro+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292737689620170306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 65px; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXOU4vchxkI/AAAAAAAAABE/cZle9oNa-lY/s200/acro+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I have been doing since I was 2 is dancing.  Some people say, "Oh I can't dance."  Well thats not true, everyone can dance.  Just you may not be able to do it well.  I do six different kinds of dance. I do Ballet, Pointe , Hip-Hop , Acro , Jazz, Tap and , Modern.  Most people would say that's too many. Well, I stay busy with school, homework and dance.  Somehow I do it all, but I really love it so I don't mind devoting that much time a week to dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite classes are Modern and Jazz because I feel like I can be myself the most in those classes. The classes that I do really good in are Ballet, Modern, and Acro(which is like gymnastics).  Leave me a comment and let me know if you did dance when you were little or to this very day you dance still.  This is the dance studio I dance at &lt;a href="http://www.scottjonesschoolofdance.com/"&gt;http://www.scottjonesschoolofdance.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-992808981878346713?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/992808981878346713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=992808981878346713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/992808981878346713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/992808981878346713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXOU4vchxkI/AAAAAAAAABE/cZle9oNa-lY/s72-c/acro+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-1672280392450469699</id><published>2009-01-17T17:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:04:04.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover birthday'/><title type='text'>A Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJsIwPg89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UccBfWel0gg/s1600-h/cookie+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411409758483410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJsIwPg89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UccBfWel0gg/s320/cookie+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday at 6 o'clock I went to my friend's birthday party at a hotel .  First we had pizza, then we went to their indoor swimming pool and swam for about 3 hours.  Then we went back to the hotel room and put our pajamas on, after that we ate cookie cake and sat around and painted nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate lots of food,but after we got tired of that we decided that we wanted to decorate mugs with special markers.  But the best part of all was when we all told blonde jokes, and half the people in the room where blonde.  Let's just say they wern't happy about that, but I myself think brunettes are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to wind down,yeah,  like were actually going to go to bed.  Instead we stayed up and talked until about 1 am and we finally got tired so we all just fell asleep.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-1672280392450469699?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1672280392450469699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=1672280392450469699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1672280392450469699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/1672280392450469699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-friday.html' title='A Fun Friday'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJsIwPg89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UccBfWel0gg/s72-c/cookie+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-6146743332921648632</id><published>2009-01-15T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:18:07.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MikhailBaryshnikov HellenKeller report biographies'/><title type='text'>Biographies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJv47OEHNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6zJbRTyTXKI/s1600-h/dancer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292415535873793234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJv47OEHNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6zJbRTyTXKI/s200/dancer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJvRWTXVxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BdIXFUcCkYA/s1600-h/helen+keller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292414855949014802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJvRWTXVxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BdIXFUcCkYA/s200/helen+keller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At school right know in language arts we are writing biographies on a person of our choice. I was going to do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikhail_Baryshnikov"&gt;Mikhail Baryshnikov&lt;/a&gt; but I could not find enough information on him so I had to do &lt;a href="http://www.afb.org/braillebug/hkmuseum.asp"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/a&gt;. Which made me mad because I was really looking foward to doing him because he is a famous dancer and I am a dancer so I figured I could relate to him a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started doing some reasearch on Helen Keller, and to my suprise she is really interesting. She has won so many awards and been in many movies, but she wasn't the most behaved child. In fact, she was really bad. She locked people in closets and she ate with her hands. If she was my child she would be in time-out all the time.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the reason she acted so badly is because she didn't understand everything around her. She couldn't see or hear so she didn't learn how to act and no one made her behave. &lt;a href="http://www.afb.org/AnneSullivan/"&gt;Anne Sullivan&lt;/a&gt; came along and set her straight by teaching her how to read, write and behave properly. Did you know that her eyes were so deformed they were replaced with glass ones? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-6146743332921648632?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6146743332921648632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=6146743332921648632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6146743332921648632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6146743332921648632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/biographies.html' title='Biographies'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SXJv47OEHNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6zJbRTyTXKI/s72-c/dancer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-6302296701432248768</id><published>2009-01-12T17:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:43:29.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces teeth smile'/><title type='text'>A Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWvOGfNfIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iXCOSwPf_MQ/s1600-h/braces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290548798129381810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWvOGfNfIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iXCOSwPf_MQ/s320/braces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a very exciting day, for 2 reasons. The first reason is that I got braces which is not exactly very exciting, but I didn't have a choice. Unfortunately my mom signed a contract that said that I was getting braces and it was a done deal. I don't know if you have had braces before but they hurt and they're really painful. The only good part is that you get to have colorful teeth.(bands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is that I got to skip school today because I got braces. Since my mom works at my &lt;a href="http://www.duvalschools.org/cce"&gt;old elementary school &lt;/a&gt;I got to go help my former 4th and 5th grade teacher today. Let me just say she is awesome she was my favorite teacher I had in elementary, I think she's my favorite because we get along really well and we have a lot in common. But I guess it will be all worth it in the end, when I have a thousand dollar smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-6302296701432248768?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6302296701432248768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=6302296701432248768&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6302296701432248768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/6302296701432248768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-day.html' title='A Big Day'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWvOGfNfIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iXCOSwPf_MQ/s72-c/braces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-200958479640807344</id><published>2009-01-04T10:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:40:55.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middleschool'/><title type='text'>Middle School Stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoS-oqgvmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P1K6TvXQWkA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290061579576983138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoS-oqgvmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P1K6TvXQWkA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it started out okay, then it just got bad. The first thing that happened was that my bus stop has 60 kids on it , so whenever the bus comes we are supposed to get in a straight line to be able to get on the bus. Well, yeah right, like that's gonna happen, so instead everyone just squeezes together to try to get on the bus so they can get a seat. Also, because we never listen to the bus driver, he is always yelling at us. So the way he gets his anger out on us is he writes referrals on the best kids that don't do anything. I know that dosen't make any sense, because of him he has threatend me with 2 referrals,and I'm like the best kid on that bus. But, my administrator said I wasn't the problem on that bus because she believes me there are some really bad kids on my bus. So they didn't go on my record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I had was that at lunch these girls were making a lot of noise at the table,but I wasn't making any noise. I was sitting next to this girl who was crying like someone had just died and I was trying to figure out what was wrong with her. So an administrator came over and said you clean tables, and pointed at all the loud girls and me, even though I didn't do anything .So because of them I had to clean the tables and sweep the whole cafeteria because of them , and get yelled at for doing nothing. I HATE MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-200958479640807344?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/200958479640807344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=200958479640807344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/200958479640807344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/200958479640807344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/middle-school-stinks.html' title='Middle School Stinks'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoS-oqgvmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P1K6TvXQWkA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808859270444663789.post-4317835253881189624</id><published>2009-01-03T21:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:24:31.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiffany&apos;s Christmas gifts JuicyCouture flipvideo'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoPJTJ2dkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_EJOWXBa-F8/s1600-h/bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290057364734899778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoPJTJ2dkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_EJOWXBa-F8/s320/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I just need to vent because I have just been holding it in too long. Well, maybe a week or two. I am just so excited about Christmas, because let's just say... I got the best presents ever! But I wasn't this excited before Christmas, because I didn't see that many presents under the tree from mom and dad that had my name on it. I mean, at that point I was just thinking, "Have I really been that bad? I mean, I can only be so bad. But on Christmas day I finally understood why I only had a few presents. To sum it up in three words, I'M HIGH DOLLAR . I'll cut to the chase because I just know you are just dying to know what I got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coolest present I got was.....well everything! Some things I got were: a &lt;a href="http://www.theflip.com/index.shtml?utm_source=Google&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_term=flip%2Bvideo&amp;amp;utm_content=The_Flip_Ultra&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Google_brand"&gt;flip video,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/default.aspx?iq_id=5610516&amp;amp;omcid=G27&amp;amp;siteid=1"&gt;Tiffany's &lt;/a&gt;bracelet, &lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/?ecid=DSSGJCJuicy_Couture"&gt;Juicy Couture watch,&lt;/a&gt; Juicy Couture charm braclet with some charms, Juicy Couture earrings, Abercrombie sweat pants and a gift card, an Aeropostale gift card, and lots more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808859270444663789-4317835253881189624?l=princess2queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4317835253881189624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808859270444663789&amp;postID=4317835253881189624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/4317835253881189624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808859270444663789/posts/default/4317835253881189624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess2queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210171872341310478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGdXe4Us1jY/SWoPJTJ2dkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_EJOWXBa-F8/s72-c/bracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
