<?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-6262442248223838779</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:37:40.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juarez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262442248223838779.post-4770876580719891634</id><published>2010-04-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:52:00.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>My life has changed a lot from the last time we seen each other. I had a baby girl, her name is Aaliyah Desiree Montano. Aaliyah was born Jan. 20 2010 she is now 3 months. We live with my mom. I had tried taking a break from school so I can spend time with my daughter and my boyfriend, but then I realized I was gonna need an education in order to raise my baby. My boyfriend is now looking for a job because a baby sure needs lots of things. We should be getting our own apartment some time next month. Then i can give my baby a good home where she can play and be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-4770876580719891634?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4770876580719891634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/4770876580719891634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/4770876580719891634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-4339592020794729934</id><published>2009-05-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:35:05.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby Cuzin</title><content type='html'>I had a new baby cousin born this week. My favorite cousin Sandra had a baby boy. It was pretty crazy because we were all expecting a girl and she turned out having a boy. She named him Manuel Alejandro Torres. Too Mexican, huh? He is so adorable. He's got the cutest nose, and the smallest feet. She is excited and so am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-4339592020794729934?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4339592020794729934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-baby-cuzin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/4339592020794729934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/4339592020794729934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-baby-cuzin.html' title='New Baby Cuzin'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-884789778986104412</id><published>2009-05-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:31:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily</title><content type='html'>2 ways Lily could have dealt with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;situation of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosaleen&lt;/span&gt; being put in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She could have tried to help Rosaleen avoid that situation and she would have never got put in jail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She could have tried to convince the officer somehow to let her go/ talk them out of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-884789778986104412?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/884789778986104412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/884789778986104412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/884789778986104412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily.html' title='Lily'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-2998798578967972964</id><published>2009-05-07T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:48:35.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little Rock is in the state of Arkansas but also a relatively progressive and southern state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 4Th a crisis erupted for the African-Americans students there governor Orval Faubus called out the National Guard to prevent these students from attending Little Rock Central High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students had excellent grades and were chosen to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student who didn't receive the phone call about the danger showed up to school on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was arassed by whiteswhen she was outside the school police had to put her in the patrol part to take her away so that they can protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military personnel then had to escort and carpool nine of the students in there jeeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-2998798578967972964?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2998798578967972964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-rock-is-in-state-of-arkansas-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/2998798578967972964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/2998798578967972964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-rock-is-in-state-of-arkansas-but.html' title=''/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-3849594508225452419</id><published>2009-05-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:56:51.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Monk Kidd</title><content type='html'>Sue Monk Kidd was born and raised in Sylvester, Georgia. where she first wrote her novel '' The Secret Life of Bees". She went to college and majored in nursing and graduated in 1970 with a B.S degree. In her twenties she worked as a registered nurse. At this time she also married a man named Sanford Kidd and had two kids named Bob and Ann. In her thirties she lived in South Carolina, she enrolled in writing classes wanting to write fiction, and she then began a career as a freelancer. She published lots of articles, magazines, newspapers and journals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-3849594508225452419?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3849594508225452419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/3849594508225452419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/3849594508225452419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html' title='Sue Monk Kidd'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-2437348691840314226</id><published>2009-04-30T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:50:27.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick your own prompt</title><content type='html'>"Why was it so hard? Through writing, dramatize the hardest thing you've ever had to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing I ever had to do is to eccept that my grandma has past away. She was very sick when she lived with us. Me and my sister took care of her. She was a cranky women but also filled with joy. When she died I couldn't tell myself what was going on. I keep thinking to myself that it wasn't true that I was just dreaming. But after days go by I realize she wasn't with me anymore. And it was the hardest thing I ever had to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-2437348691840314226?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2437348691840314226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/2437348691840314226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/2437348691840314226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html' title='pick your own prompt'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-8883090568588510117</id><published>2009-04-28T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:03:10.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years from now</title><content type='html'>I am a 38 year old women living in Florida. I own a 5 bedroom home for me, my husband, my mother, and my 3 kids. I pay my own bills, and I own a small business that my mother and my sister help me run. I am also a counselor. I own a nice car and can afford to buy my mother and sister one as well. My home was built for me. Its my dream home. My husband helped built it. Its a 2 story home with 5 bed rooms. Each room with a built in restroom, and a shower of its own. In my room there is an extra room. I use that for a place to just spend some time for myself. I have the biggest walk in closet. It even looks like I can make it in to a room, but its to packed with all my cloths and shoes that I love. The kids each have there own room. I have a 3 year old, a 5 and a 10 year old. 2 boys and a girl. My living room is made out to be a place where every one can just hang out and spend time with each other. I have a pool in the back, a basketball court and a small yard to finish it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-8883090568588510117?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8883090568588510117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-years-from-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/8883090568588510117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/8883090568588510117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-years-from-now.html' title='20 Years from now'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-8480974642234067794</id><published>2009-04-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:52:46.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS I BELIEVE.....</title><content type='html'>I believe that family is the only real people I can rely on. Because no matter what happens my family will always be there for me. To me my family is who I can run to. They have shown me that I can trust them for anything I need. Most people seem to count on friends a lot more, but to me they just seem to get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt; and his friends got into a lot of trouble. Him and his friend fought with people, instead of being good friends like he thought they were they ended up blaming everything on him. When he had to do time for it in prison none of his so called good friends went to visit him. None of them put money out for him or showed any interest in him anymore. He wouldn't even receive a letter from one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to family I can say we were all there for him. It may or may not have been his fault but we loved him. No matter what it was he could count on family. We visited him, we sent him money, wrote to him and gave him all our support he needed. I could see how my family wouldn't care what he did. They were just there for him and showed him how much they cared about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in putting my family first before anyone. They are who I can trust no matter happens. Friends just seem to get you into trouble. It is important to put your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-8480974642234067794?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8480974642234067794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/rough-drafts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/8480974642234067794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/8480974642234067794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/rough-drafts.html' title='THIS I BELIEVE.....'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-6308337815855551822</id><published>2009-04-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:52:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This i believe......</title><content type='html'>10 Things I believe,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe that some day i will go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe that things happen to use for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe in soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe in second chances.&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe in trust.&lt;br /&gt;7. I believe that family is the only real people i can trust.&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe that i have the ability to do what i set my mind to do.&lt;br /&gt;9. I believe in crying for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;10. I believe in being scared of the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-6308337815855551822?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6308337815855551822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/6308337815855551822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/6308337815855551822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe.html' title='This i believe......'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-3387208420570981829</id><published>2009-04-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:30:22.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence correcting</title><content type='html'>Lorenzo wants to be on the swimming team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car stopped at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the story hard to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante flipped a coin to decide who would kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pirates were digging for buried treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police permitted only one car to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista tripped because she didnt tie her shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose is good at out running everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have done better," Patrick admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirry was happy to be getting the soccer trophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-3387208420570981829?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3387208420570981829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/3387208420570981829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/3387208420570981829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html' title='Sentence correcting'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-866515181822421380</id><published>2009-04-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:40:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genocide</title><content type='html'>Genocide are violent crimes committed against other groups trying to destroy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excistence&lt;/span&gt; of the group. It could be racial, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ethnical&lt;/span&gt;, or religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this happens when people having hate towards others, or other poeple of the group think they are better then the other members of the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-866515181822421380?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/866515181822421380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/genocide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/866515181822421380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/866515181822421380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/genocide.html' title='Genocide'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-7407481134390000911</id><published>2009-03-12T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:38:12.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentences correcting</title><content type='html'>The tigers in the movie look fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test had extra credit questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ask for more candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art museum is filled with famous paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people take a bus to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president will give a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants to become a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tour guide will point out all the city's monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was too loud to hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any children have to be taken home?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all asleep when the alarm woke us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-7407481134390000911?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7407481134390000911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/tigers-in-movie-look-fierce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/7407481134390000911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/7407481134390000911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/tigers-in-movie-look-fierce.html' title='sentences correcting'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-6216681901595544353</id><published>2009-03-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:39:56.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion On Barbie dolls</title><content type='html'>My opinion on Barbie dolls is they are just for girls. They can use them as role models, or it can also be a way to just get together with other little girls and play with their Barbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-6216681901595544353?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6216681901595544353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/opinion-on-barbie-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/6216681901595544353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/6216681901595544353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/opinion-on-barbie-dolls.html' title='Opinion On Barbie dolls'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-5848850604267969055</id><published>2009-02-27T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:38:34.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion On Brawl</title><content type='html'>I think they could have settled this in a different way. They should have talked it over. What ever could have started the fight caused it to become something big, and made police get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-5848850604267969055?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5848850604267969055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinion-on-brawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/5848850604267969055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/5848850604267969055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinion-on-brawl.html' title='Opinion On Brawl'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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-6262442248223838779.post-199297185307018876</id><published>2009-02-24T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:54:09.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>Roots-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scop-see&lt;br /&gt;scope, microscope, telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec-see&lt;br /&gt;spectacle, spectacular, respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid-see&lt;br /&gt;video, videographer, evidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262442248223838779-199297185307018876?l=juarez2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/feeds/199297185307018876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/199297185307018876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262442248223838779/posts/default/199297185307018876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juarez2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>juarez01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06699289570389776139</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></feed>
