<?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-36460777</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:24:52.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-8246314471183282258</id><published>2009-04-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:46:33.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS</title><content type='html'>GUEST WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;I am doing great at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing so good at the guitar&lt;br /&gt;that. Manny said that I should &lt;br /&gt;be in the worship band&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-8246314471183282258?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8246314471183282258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=8246314471183282258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8246314471183282258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8246314471183282258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-1395692532057667267</id><published>2008-10-29T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:55:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>Did you no that i am home school .&lt;br /&gt;I like being because i can sleep longer. &lt;br /&gt;And i can spend more time with my mom and my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't like that i don't have as many friends than i had but at least&lt;br /&gt;i still have some friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-1395692532057667267?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1395692532057667267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=1395692532057667267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/1395692532057667267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/1395692532057667267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-4065500022095548707</id><published>2008-06-09T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:38:01.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noises at night</title><content type='html'>It was so scary.  I was going to bed.  Jeremiah was going to sleep with me.  We heard like a dog scratching in the laundry room.  Right away I ran up to tell my mom.  My mom decided to bring the broom with us - in case she had to hit it.  We told Jorgie to come with us.  I was scared the whole time.  We kept hearing the noise, but we couldn't see what it was.  It sounded like a dog, cat, or maybe a bird flapping.  I really wanted to call my Uncle Abe. What if it was a big mean animal.  How would we get it out?  We went to both doorways to the laundry room and still didn't see anything.  Finally my mom went all the way in.  Do you know what the noise was?  A NEWSPAPER!  There was a newspaper that air was getting to and it kept flapping really fast.  It really did sound like a dog scratching or a bird flapping its wings.  We were so scared for nothing!  Just wanted to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-4065500022095548707?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4065500022095548707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=4065500022095548707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4065500022095548707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4065500022095548707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/noises-at-night.html' title='Noises at night'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-7043030189805649412</id><published>2008-04-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:30:19.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad's new job.</title><content type='html'>For the last week.                                                                                              My dad has been working.  at a new gob but he only comes on the  weekend. I was sad because i won't see he a lot. when he was home my dad would like to see movies a lot. So that why i miss him a lot.  because we like to spend time by together  movies.       YOU CAN GET MORE INFORMATION AT YOUR LOCAL LIBRARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-7043030189805649412?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7043030189805649412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=7043030189805649412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/7043030189805649412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/7043030189805649412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dads-new-job.html' title='My dad&apos;s new job.'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-264258880312341156</id><published>2008-03-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:00:37.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxCiFfR7kGs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxCiFfR7kGs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/36460777-264258880312341156?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/264258880312341156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=264258880312341156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/264258880312341156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/264258880312341156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-2460005385248798039</id><published>2008-03-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:18:38.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTACTS</title><content type='html'>I'm getting contacts soon. I went to the eye doctor today.  I am glad.  that I am going to get contacts because I think that glasses look weird on me.  I think that contacts will help me see better because.  I don't use my glasses a lot.  They will help me in school too.  At the eye doctor I could barely read the letters on the screen.  I didn't realize that my left eye wasn't working so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-2460005385248798039?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2460005385248798039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=2460005385248798039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/2460005385248798039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/2460005385248798039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/contacts.html' title='CONTACTS'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-8943818604939883901</id><published>2008-03-02T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:39:46.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitro is coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5nAK_Zv16w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5nAK_Zv16w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/36460777-8943818604939883901?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8943818604939883901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=8943818604939883901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8943818604939883901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8943818604939883901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/nitro-is-coming.html' title='Nitro is coming.'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-5345877345464538462</id><published>2008-01-06T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:32:37.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dwevo1NosBk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dwevo1NosBk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/36460777-5345877345464538462?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5345877345464538462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=5345877345464538462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/5345877345464538462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/5345877345464538462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-4394379683404709076</id><published>2007-12-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:26:34.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that happened.</title><content type='html'>About a month ago we moved into a new house, in Grandview.  Everybody has their own room.  When we first got here it was terrible.  The walls were all ripped and my mom's door had a hole in it.  It also had ugly carpet.  We fixed it up.  I like it now.  I like having my own home.  I don't go to Grandview School.  I am homeschooled.  Also, Heidi - our dog - sleeps in our house sometimes.  I like spending more time with her inside.  Now that she spends more time with us, she doesn't jump on us as much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-4394379683404709076?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4394379683404709076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=4394379683404709076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4394379683404709076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4394379683404709076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-happened.html' title='Things that happened.'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-6069194249356751660</id><published>2007-07-02T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:33:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mexco</title><content type='html'>In 7 day I go to mexco . I wonder if  wii be fun. I hoppe  i don't  get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-6069194249356751660?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6069194249356751660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=6069194249356751660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6069194249356751660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6069194249356751660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/mexco.html' title='mexco'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-405147937213405675</id><published>2007-05-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:51:43.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the baby</title><content type='html'>My mom is pregnant. I Hope it's a girl because I like girls.  I want to play with it.  I want to have a sister again. I hope that it's pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-405147937213405675?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/405147937213405675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=405147937213405675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/405147937213405675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/405147937213405675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby.html' title='the baby'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-6927794553121475365</id><published>2007-02-13T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:28:05.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>One day my mom said to do my writing.  I am so mad at her.  I wish she let me buy chips because I am so hungry, but she won't buy me some today.  Today I am not feeling good because I dont' have food.  I wish it was my favorite day but it's not.  I wish I had a Hot Pocket today.  I didn't eat my lunch because I didn't like it.  We are on a homework date and she only bought me one bag of chips, but I want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-6927794553121475365?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6927794553121475365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=6927794553121475365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6927794553121475365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6927794553121475365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-3111592179666741869</id><published>2007-02-06T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:55:46.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My uncles.</title><content type='html'>This weekend my uncles came to my house.  I was very happy because I haven't seen my uncles for a long time.  On Saturday they took us to Spokane.  We had a lot of fun.  We went to the mall and ate dinner.  We also went to the archade.  After that we went swimming in a hotel.  It was soo fun.  Today we were going to go skating, but it was closed.  My uncles went home now.  They will be back on Friday.  I will be happy to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-3111592179666741869?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3111592179666741869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=3111592179666741869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/3111592179666741869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/3111592179666741869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-uncles.html' title='My uncles.'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-9019851820181803642</id><published>2007-01-30T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:41:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About things.</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom did not let me buy something I wanted.  I am really mad at her, because I really wanted it.  We were at the book fair.  We saw my library teacher dressed up like Amelia Bedelia.  I was curious, at first when I walked in I did not know that she was Amelia Bedelia.  I bought a poster at the book fair.  I wanted two posters, a pen, and a calculator, but one poster was ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me and my mom went to burger ranch to go on a date because we were going to study homework.  I did my school homework which is doing reading and writing cursive and spelling words.  I got done reading and writing cursive but I didn't have time to do the spelling words because our date was for one hour.  We also did some math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Mexico because I want to know what kind of different foods they have and what they do.  I've been to Mexico once before, but July 10-20 we are having another mission trip.  I went there last time.  I am going again this time.  We will see our friend Jessika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-9019851820181803642?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9019851820181803642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=9019851820181803642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/9019851820181803642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/9019851820181803642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/about-things.html' title='About things.'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-3682335179548972489</id><published>2006-12-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:01:51.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS MIS H</title><content type='html'>TODAY I went to school. When I got to my classroom I did not see my teacher . SO I said "nick do know where mis. h is?" He said "didn't you know mis .h is not here today?"  I said "no."  Then I was walking to miss giancola's and I saw mis h.  She had a meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-3682335179548972489?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3682335179548972489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=3682335179548972489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/3682335179548972489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/3682335179548972489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-is-mis-h.html' title='WHERE IS MIS H'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-2372926295782590000</id><published>2006-11-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:31:22.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DESK</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my friend Holly. Because I was getting a desk to put the desk in my bedroom. It is cool that I have a desk I like my desk a lot because it is big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-2372926295782590000?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2372926295782590000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=2372926295782590000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/2372926295782590000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/2372926295782590000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/desk.html' title='THE DESK'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-6979916062272827826</id><published>2006-11-13T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:56:36.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cheetos</title><content type='html'>How do you forget something? I can't eat hot cheetos. Sometimes when people in my class bring hot cheetos I get sad because I can't eat hot cheetos for a while. I can't eat it, but I really really want some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-6979916062272827826?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6979916062272827826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=6979916062272827826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6979916062272827826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/6979916062272827826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hot-cheetos.html' title='Hot Cheetos'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-7274468637427445320</id><published>2006-11-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:13:04.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>I went to school today. We had half a day because this week  is conference week.  My dad had a flat tire. We missed my docter appointment I was scared because I didn't want to get in trouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-7274468637427445320?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7274468637427445320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=7274468637427445320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/7274468637427445320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/7274468637427445320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-4804041962489058611</id><published>2006-10-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:42:12.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stomach</title><content type='html'>Today when I went school my stomach hurt.  I told my teacher, she said to go to my mom's classroom. I said, "ok".  I went to my mom's classroom to see what she said. I told her "my stomach hurts I think I'm really hungry"  she said to come back at recess and she would make me popcorn.  I said, "ok".  She said, now go back to your classroom.  I said ok.  when I went back my stomach hurt even more.  I told my teacher that my mom said to come to her class at recess.  she said "ok".  after I ate popcorn I felt better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-4804041962489058611?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4804041962489058611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=4804041962489058611' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4804041962489058611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/4804041962489058611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-stomach.html' title='my stomach'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-1106622088818008514</id><published>2006-10-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:00:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the desk</title><content type='html'>today when I went to school I saw my desk was not there. so I asked my friend Isabel she said wait cathy I said ok.  she said hey where is my desk? I said I don't know but we can look together. she ok.  I said so lets look a round.  so we looked all around finaly we founed our desks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-1106622088818008514?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1106622088818008514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=1106622088818008514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/1106622088818008514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/1106622088818008514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/desk.html' title='the desk'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-5314074822536187782</id><published>2006-10-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:09:09.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pencil</title><content type='html'>today in my classroom my friend found my pencil on the floor. she thought it was hers, but it was mine.  she put it in her pencil box, and i saw it. i said, "that's my pencil, not yours" she said, "it's mine, not yours" so I told the teacher.  and she got mad at me. i was sad, because she was mad at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-5314074822536187782?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5314074822536187782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=5314074822536187782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/5314074822536187782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/5314074822536187782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/pencil.html' title='the pencil'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36460777.post-8837778881581721504</id><published>2006-10-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:42:09.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog</title><content type='html'>I have my own blog now.  My dad is gone for two weeks because he is working in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nevada&lt;/span&gt;.  He is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bringing&lt;/span&gt; me new shoes. What kind of mystery and biography books do you know?  I have to read each book.  me and holly had a lot of fun at chuck e cheese and we ate a lot of food at ovil garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36460777-8837778881581721504?l=najeragirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8837778881581721504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36460777&amp;postID=8837778881581721504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8837778881581721504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36460777/posts/default/8837778881581721504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najeragirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-blog.html' title='my first blog'/><author><name>cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121364510655271321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m259/abelara/Picture1-2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
