<?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-9616706</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:42:58.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia's Ocean World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-114496772495699727</id><published>2006-04-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:35:25.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait until Easter!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Thursday, and tomorrow I get the day off from school. Two days after that, which would be Sunday, is Easter! I just can't wait can't wait can't wait! It's going to be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun. I am very, very, very excited. And I just fell off Mommy's pilates ball. And Mommy's eating my candy right now. So when you read this, leave a comment saying why you love Easter, then sign it, then say bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-114496772495699727?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/114496772495699727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=114496772495699727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/114496772495699727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/114496772495699727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-wait-until-easter.html' title='I can&apos;t wait until Easter!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-114254236634942674</id><published>2006-03-16T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:52:46.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name) Spanky Burnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandmother's maiden name on your mother's side, your favorite candy) Bittick Root Beer Barrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL" NAME: (first initial of last name, first two or three letters of your first name) N. Jul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school) Blue Whale Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Whittington Abilene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name) Nalmbyros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your father's middle name spelled backwards) Notgnittihw Nala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-114254236634942674?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/114254236634942674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=114254236634942674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/114254236634942674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/114254236634942674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/03/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-113892796691253414</id><published>2006-02-02T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:52:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick is a big bummer!</title><content type='html'>By the title of this, I bet you can figure that I'm sick. So that means I had to miss 100 Day at school. And that was not fun because I missed out on all the fun stuff that day. And now that I only have a cough, I will be able to go back Monday. But today, it's Thursday night. And that means I'll miss out on Fun Friday. Boo hoo hoo. But the good news is I got to miss out on Tiger Lap Day. Tiger Lap Day is every Wednesday at school where all the school has to run three laps around the school track and that really takes your breath away. Especially when you do it non-stopping. Once my friend Meagan did it, and she came back panting. Well, I wouldn't really know because she got in before me running non-stopping and I stopped to take a couple of breaths. And that's pretty much all I have to say today, but everybody who is sick, you're right on the road with me!                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not fun, being sick. And I mean NOT FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-113892796691253414?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/113892796691253414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=113892796691253414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113892796691253414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113892796691253414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-sick-is-big-bummer.html' title='Being sick is a big bummer!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-113666203937621470</id><published>2006-01-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:27:19.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie has two parakeets now! I want to have one, too!</title><content type='html'>My friend Natalie got two parakeets today! One's a boy and one's a girl. I want a parakeet from Pet World. One of those green ones. But Natalie didn't get them at Pet World. That's why hers are prettier than the ones at Pet World. I really want one of those green ones BADLY. Mom said she would talk about it with my dad. Do you think I should have a parakeet? Post on my blog and answer yes or no. Please say yes, yes, yes! I'm dying for a parakeet! I have to have a parakeet! I'll take good, good care of him! Please say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So post on my blog and say yes or no, please. And if you say no, I'll run to my room and cry my little bitty eyes out. So please say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-113666203937621470?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/113666203937621470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=113666203937621470' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113666203937621470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113666203937621470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/01/natalie-has-two-parakeets-now-i-want.html' title='Natalie has two parakeets now! I want to have one, too!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-113617226331927734</id><published>2006-01-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:24:23.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, school, school! I want school!</title><content type='html'>I want school to start now! And I mean that. I'm begging for school to start. School, school, school! I need to go to school! I have to go to school! I need to go to school! I must go to school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Let's just say Christmas vacation has been a little fun. Well, Christmas was a lot of fun. So was Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve. We ate the black-eyed peas and now it's almost time for me to go to bed but I don't want to go to bed so no bed for me. School's going to start this week, but not until Thursday. And it's Sunday instead. So I just can't wait for school to start. I just want to sleep through all the days and make school start right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To everybody else who wants school to start, let's get school on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-113617226331927734?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/113617226331927734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=113617226331927734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113617226331927734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113617226331927734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-school-school-i-want-school.html' title='School, school, school! I want school!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-113617190405950719</id><published>2006-01-01T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:18:24.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong: The Gross Parts You Should Not See</title><content type='html'>I didn't really see "King Kong." My mom and dad did. Mom said there's this really gross part where these crazy worms try to eat this guy's head. It's really freaky sounding. I used to want to see it, but now, no thanks. If you ask me to, I'll think you're nuts. Oh, back to "King Kong." I heard that these dinosaurs show up and people try to shoot them. It doesn't help at all. Also, all these gross bugs come up and eat people. Advice on this: Never see "King Kong." The new one, of course. Maybe you should see the two old ones. The really old one and the one after that. But not the new one. No, no, no. Not the new one. If you want more advice on King Kong, just ask my mom and dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-113617190405950719?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/113617190405950719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=113617190405950719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113617190405950719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113617190405950719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2006/01/king-kong-gross-parts-you-should-not.html' title='King Kong: The Gross Parts You Should Not See'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-113055416188219455</id><published>2005-10-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:49:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is in 3 more days! Yippeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2279/708/1600/Julia%20and%20Jenna%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2279/708/320/Julia%20and%20Jenna%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is in three more days! I can't wait. We're going to two neighborhoods this year. Meagan said one year she had to bring ten baskets. And that was in Lakewood. This time, we might even need to bring ten again, because we're going to two neighborhoods. It'll be great. I'm going to be R2-D2 for Halloween this year. And Jenna's going to be an ACU cheerleader this year. And today when we went to a Halloween party, I got a Polly Pocket from the pinata. It was really fun. It was Grace and Belinda's party. We had really good cupcakes. I can't wait until the Fall Festival tomorrow at my church. P.S. Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-113055416188219455?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/113055416188219455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=113055416188219455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113055416188219455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/113055416188219455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-is-in-3-more-days-yippeeee.html' title='Halloween is in 3 more days! Yippeeee!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112925011688860945</id><published>2005-10-13T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:35:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Time! Soccer Time! I Love Soccer!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait until tomorrow and then the day after that because tomorrow is soccer practice and the day after that is my game! Woo hoo! And I can't wait to see who we're playing against next. I wonder if it will be the Lady Cougars again? Or will it be a different team? I can't wait to see what star I get, too. I just love soccer practice and the games. I like practice a lot, too. Especially I like kicking the ball into the goal. This will be a fun game and practice. I can't wait to see what will happen at the game and the practice. I think it will be terrific! Actually, I know it's going to be terrific. It will be the best game ever. Wait -- every game is the best game ever! And the other soccer players that are out there, I hope you have a fun game, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love soccer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112925011688860945?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112925011688860945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112925011688860945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112925011688860945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112925011688860945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/10/soccer-time-soccer-time-i-love-soccer.html' title='Soccer Time! Soccer Time! I Love Soccer!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112924973710025831</id><published>2005-10-13T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:28:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sister Alert! AGH!</title><content type='html'>Today, Jenna started walking! Hooray! Except there's one thing I don't like about her walking. It's because she can walk right up to my door and turn the doorknob once she knows how and that is bad because I might be doing my homework in there or playing with my friend and I do not want her to bother me. I think it might be bad when she learns to turn the doorknob, but there's nothing I can do about it. So I guess I'm stuck with dealing with a baby sister that I keep having to close the door on and say, "No, Jenna, go to your room." And of course, there will always be me teaching her how to NOT turn the doorknob. Except I can't do that. Well, at least that might be a while. And that's the end of it. And the rest of you out there who have sisters or brothers that march right into your rooms, you're not the only ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope Jenna doesn't make any more trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112924973710025831?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112924973710025831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112924973710025831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112924973710025831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112924973710025831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/10/baby-sister-alert-agh.html' title='Baby Sister Alert! AGH!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-112793897967267575</id><published>2005-09-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:22:59.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The horribleness of being sick</title><content type='html'>The day it was time to leave Waco, which was a Sunday, when we were only about 10 minutes away from the house we were staying in, we stopped at a gas station because I threw up. And then, even worse, we found out traffic was bad the way we were heading. So we had to stay one extra day. And I had to rest all the time. And also, I was up all night throwing up. That was one bad thing. And I wasn't the only one. Also, Mom got sick. And also the rest of the family we were staying with got sick with the very same thing. Out of all eight of us, Jenna is the only one that didn't get sick. Even Dad did. And Granny got sick when we stopped at her house on the way home. And I wouldn't be surprised if PaPa did. And also, to other people, who got sick on their trip, note to you: You're not the only ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112793897967267575?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112793897967267575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112793897967267575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793897967267575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793897967267575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/09/horribleness-of-being-sick.html' title='The horribleness of being sick'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112793863441586112</id><published>2005-09-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:17:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree that nearly crashed through my room</title><content type='html'>When we got home from Waco, we found out there was a tree that nearly crashed through my room. It didn't, but it only clipped a corner of the roof. It's lying across in the backyard. My friends Grace and Belinda's dad came and sawed it up. I'm glad he did, too. Or else it could have stayed there forever. I'm really, really glad it didn't go through my room. I wouldn't be too happy with that. And to all other people that had trees that nearly crashed through your house, you're not the only ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112793863441586112?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112793863441586112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112793863441586112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793863441586112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793863441586112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/09/tree-that-nearly-crashed-through-my.html' title='The tree that nearly crashed through my room'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-112793839450373600</id><published>2005-09-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:13:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Fill-ins</title><content type='html'>Today we did a Funny Fill-in. It was really fun. It had lots of blanks and it was about Halloween. It was from my brand-new National Geographic Kids magazine. It was the brand-new Halloween issue. I really liked it. I like the part when it said there were a bunch of stairs in the driveway. I think it was the best Funny Fill-in I've ever done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112793839450373600?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112793839450373600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112793839450373600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793839450373600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112793839450373600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-fill-ins.html' title='Funny Fill-ins'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112264683130080028</id><published>2005-07-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:20:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Coming Home Today... Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, today my dad's coming home. I've been waiting all week for him to come home. And I'm really excited, too. He's been gone since Saturday, and I really, really, like having him back for once. He went to McAllen for a mission trip with the youth group, and I'm really, really, really, really, really excited he's coming home today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112264683130080028?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112264683130080028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112264683130080028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112264683130080028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112264683130080028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/07/dads-coming-home-today-yay.html' title='Dad&apos;s Coming Home Today... Yay!!!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112264658048799556</id><published>2005-07-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:16:20.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Haircut</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, I got a really short haircut. It was down to my elbows. Now it's down to my neck. And it's also really bouncy. I like to get haircuts sometimes. But my old hair was getting in the way. Today is Friday and my dad's coming home to see it. And he doesn't even know about my haircut. And I also have another surprise for him. It's that I finally learned how to tie my shoes. I was only doing one thing wrong. I wasn't using the loops to tie the knot, I was using the string left to tie the two loops together. But now I finally figured out that I have to use the loops to tie them together. When I called Daddy the first time, I said, "I have a surprise for you," and the next time, I said, "I just finished the second surprise for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112264658048799556?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112264658048799556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112264658048799556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112264658048799556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112264658048799556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-haircut.html' title='My New Haircut'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-112165489037811501</id><published>2005-07-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:48:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! School's almost starting!</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of nervous about First Grade but I know it's going to be really fun. I can't wait until school starts. I know it will be so much fun that I can't wait until we start doing research on historical stuff and stuff like that. Well, looks like I'm going to have some work to do. My friend says in First Grade you write a lot of books. And they do a lot of work. I'm really glad, too, because I love work. So it looks like I'm going to have the time of my life. In Second Grade, I bet it will be even funner. It looks like it's going to be so much fun in Third Grade and in Fourth Grade, I bet it will be really, really, really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-112165489037811501?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/112165489037811501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=112165489037811501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112165489037811501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/112165489037811501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/07/hooray-hooray-hooray-schools-almost.html' title='Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! School&apos;s almost starting!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-111766027459990325</id><published>2005-06-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:11:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! Hoo! School is out!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday school was out. And that means no school for the summer. I was pretty sad, but a little part of me wanted school to be out. I'm a little disappointed I can't go to school all year around. But, we're going to go to Sea World this summer. All of this week I get to have swimming lessons. Sunday I'm going to camp. After that I'm going to VBS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I stay up with a flashlight and read a couple books for the summer reading program at the public library. I've already read 33 books. That means I'm in the 30 section. Today, I checked out a bunch of books. I also saw a bunch of my friends - Grace, Belinda, Natalie, Meagan and Blake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now my baby sister is crying and it's Tuesday at 4:08 PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-111766027459990325?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/111766027459990325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=111766027459990325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111766027459990325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111766027459990325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/06/boo-hoo-school-is-out.html' title='Boo! Hoo! School is out!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-111438148394216709</id><published>2005-04-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:24:43.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Sea World</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we went to Sea World. It was pretty fun! We saw the Clydesdales, and Clyde and Seamore show, and we also saw dolphins and belugas. We also got to pet and feed the dolphins. We also saw acrobats and the Shamu show and Mom rode the Steel Eel twice and screamed so much that now her voice is gone. Her voice is getting better now. Every once in a while, her voice comes back a tiny bit in the sentence she's trying to say. It seems like me and Daddy and Jenna are getting better now. Just a minute ago today, Jenna pulled down her bouncy seat and it landed smack in her face and part of it on her arms, I think. I'm not sure. But that's why she was crying a minute ago. This doesn't happen every day, you know. And Jenna knows how to roll around now. She could roll all the down the hall right into my room. Once she rolled across the living room into the computer chair and started crying. She's pretty fine right now -- rolling back and forth. I also went to church this morning, but I'm not going tonight because I want to hang out with my mommy. Well, that's what happened Friday and today. I hope you're having a good and fine day, unlike the Nall family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-111438148394216709?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/111438148394216709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=111438148394216709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111438148394216709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111438148394216709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/04/fun-at-sea-world.html' title='Fun at Sea World'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-111326611494672872</id><published>2005-04-11T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:35:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World Again!</title><content type='html'>On April 22, I'm going to Sea World. It's a really fun place. This is the second time I've been there. This time I'm not going to sit in the Splash Zone like last time. Shamu's water is like 50 degrees. It's really cold and salty. Last time we went to Sea World and we sat in the Splash Zone, Daddy bent over and the water went down his shirt. He was really cold. The water was also really salty. I got some in my mouth and it didn't taste good. Also there's this roller coaster. It goes 14 miles per hour. Last time I rode it it was really fast. I didn't like it at all. I don't like roller coasters. They are the worst thing you can do in the world. Except for jumping off the ceiling and jumping from high places. The rest of Sea World was pretty good. We also got to pet and feed dolphins. Dolphins' skin is wet and smooth. I didn't think they'd be smooth like that. My favorite part of Sea World was the Clyde and Seamore Show. It was really funny. I can't wait to go. It's going to be the time of my life. First I'm going to see the Clyde and Seamore Show. Second I'm going to pet dolphins and feed them. And then I'm going to see the Shamu show. This is going to be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-111326611494672872?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/111326611494672872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=111326611494672872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111326611494672872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111326611494672872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/04/sea-world-again.html' title='Sea World Again!'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-111058761156792974</id><published>2005-03-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:33:31.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a baby elephant at the zoo. It was a girl. And we also saw a baboon. I was always wondering if their bottoms were purple or blue. I never really knew that. Today we found out they were purple and white. And we also saw giraffes. The baby giraffe had to have surgery on its leg. Also we saw a humongous pig. It was really fat. We also saw some Chinese alligators. And we saw a gigantic turtle that was almost as big as the kind from when dinosaurs were alive. I thought it was an alligator, it was so big. We also saw this humongous python. And they brought a boa constrictor and a porcupine and a possum and a Harris hawk at one of the animal shows they had. They were all out of their cages. The porcupine and the other animals -- they weren't able to do any tricks. All the porcupine did was eat and leave. And at the gorilla exhibit, none of the gorillas were there. I couldn't believe it. And we also rode the carousel. I rode the dolphin. It was fun. And also, up on top of the carousel, I saw a picture of a river dolphin. My dad was riding the tiger. Right beside me was a pretend bear. So I was between two carnivores. I said, "Daddy! I'm between two carnivores!" We also saw some goldfish and llamas and cows. And we got to pet some goats and sheep. I was afraid one of the goats would bite me. Because you know they eat anything -- even clothes. The sheep's fur was soft. We saw a lionfish, too. We saw some little fish where the alligator and turtles were. I don't know why they put fish and alligators and turtles all together. Wouldn't the alligator eat the fish and turtles? But I bet it would be kind of hard for them to eat the fish because the fish would be way down at the bottom. The last thing we did at the zoo was look at the monkeys. That's were the baboon was. Then we had to leave. I got really hot because my mom said I had to wear long pants and long sleeves and the car doesn't have air conditioning. I was panting and I also took my shoes off and drank a nice cold drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-111058761156792974?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/111058761156792974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=111058761156792974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111058761156792974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111058761156792974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun-at-zoo.html' title='Fun at the Zoo'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-111040321288570169</id><published>2005-03-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:20:12.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ouchy-Ouch Girl</title><content type='html'>My baby sister can really hurt me a lot. She can pull hair, kick me and hit me. And she can really make a lot of noise sometimes. The thing that hurts me the most is when she pulls my hair. It really hurts. Eventually, you get used to it. But sometimes, it bothers you. You might scream and yell. Before you get used to it, you have to open up her hand, and that's the hard part. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-111040321288570169?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/111040321288570169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=111040321288570169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111040321288570169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/111040321288570169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/03/ouchy-ouch-girl.html' title='The Ouchy-Ouch Girl'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-110748042920433115</id><published>2005-02-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:45:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days Again</title><content type='html'>Since it's after Christmas break, I'm back in school now. Mrs. Contreras gave me and some of my other friends different seats. I now sit at blue table and there's one seat between me and Gabriel. I don't remember where the rest of the kids sit, but Zakary and Christopher sit at blue table, too. I'm the only girl at blue table. And Garrett, Darren and Morgan sit at red table now, and Meagan, Skylar and Simeon sit at yellow table. Gavin and Sydney sit at gray table. Mrs. Contreras is pregnant. We found out a couple of months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110748042920433115?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110748042920433115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110748042920433115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110748042920433115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110748042920433115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/02/school-days-again.html' title='School Days Again'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110634687626695807</id><published>2005-01-21T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:34:36.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Nall is Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down...</title><content type='html'>Today I hurt my shoulder bad in P.E. I had to go tell one of the teachers and that teacher told Mr. Bruner. Mr. Bruner took me to the nurse's office and I had to get an ice pack. My shoulder was hurting for a long time. In fact, it still hurts when I do certain things. Mr. Bruner is my P.E. teacher and to me he looks like he's nine feet tall. He's the biggest teacher in P.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110634687626695807?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110634687626695807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110634687626695807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110634687626695807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110634687626695807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/01/julia-nall-is-falling-down-falling.html' title='Julia Nall is Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down...'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110520238557239445</id><published>2005-01-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T08:39:45.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Crazy Girl</title><content type='html'>Today I'm running around naked in my panties watching "Lizzie McGuire" and other Saturday shows. I'm kind of cold. My hands are really cold. It's nice to have a break from school on Saturdays so I can play my games and be lazy and watch TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110520238557239445?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110520238557239445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110520238557239445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110520238557239445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110520238557239445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/01/naked-crazy-girl.html' title='Naked Crazy Girl'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110514899105171105</id><published>2005-01-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:49:51.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Tires</title><content type='html'>Today me and Dad were driving our Suburban and we got stuck in the mud. We don't have a road right now. It's all covered with mud and water. So our next-door neighbors and some other people had to come and help. And then Mommy had to come and help and it was really hard to get out of the mud. It took a while. I watched Jenna. It was hard for me to get out of the mud in my favorite shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110514899105171105?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110514899105171105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110514899105171105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110514899105171105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110514899105171105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2005/01/muddy-tires.html' title='Muddy Tires'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110389795135110849</id><published>2004-12-24T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T06:19:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's eaten tea set</title><content type='html'>     When my granny was a very very little girl she had a very very tiny tea set. One day she was playing with her tea set. She put one of the cups in her mouth and she swallowed it. She kept putting pieces in her mouth and swallowing them until all that was left was the tea pot. And then she went and told her mom. Her mom called the doctor and the doctor said give her lots of bread and it will come out with her poop. Did you ever swallow anything when you were a kid? &lt;br /&gt;     Once I put cat food in my mouth when I was younger. My mom knew because I was drooling brown. I was crawling then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110389795135110849?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110389795135110849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110389795135110849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110389795135110849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110389795135110849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/grannys-eaten-tea-set.html' title='Granny&apos;s eaten tea set'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110384252683764262</id><published>2004-12-23T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:55:26.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Presents for Animals</title><content type='html'>It's busy since it's almost Christmas time for me. That's when I need to get presents for my animals. I haven't got anything for Spanky or Goldspot. I've only got a Christmas present for Tiger. I still need to give Eelie and all my other animals Christmas presents. We already got presents under our tree. Only one of them is for our pets. It's a picture I made for Tiger, my red paradise fish. I need to get going on making Christmas presents for my animals because it's only two days until Christmas and I have to get the presents under the tree by tomorrow. After I finish writing in my blog, I have to get going on making presents for my animals. My parents won't let my buy presents for my animals so I have to make presents. It's going to be really hard because I don't even know what they want for Christmas. It's going to be a really busy day for me. I think I'm going to need to get my parents to help me make all those presents for my animals. And now I have to make more presents because Daddy bought me three more fish. I'm going to have lots of presents to make for all my animals. No wonder my mom calls my room a zoo. This is going to be one of the busiest days of Christmas break. I wish I had one more day to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110384252683764262?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110384252683764262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110384252683764262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110384252683764262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110384252683764262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-presents-for-animals.html' title='Christmas Presents for Animals'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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-9616706.post-110377404847620659</id><published>2004-12-22T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:54:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noise Maker</title><content type='html'>My baby sister sometimes can make a lot of noise. That's why I'm naming this The Noise Maker. She cries a lot at times. Like right now. She's crying right now. Sometimes she can scream and that's really loud. She's one of the loudest people I know that can scream and cry. Sometiimes when I'm in the car and she's crying I plug my ears and have a frown on my face. I think it can really bother me and be a little too loud at times. What about you? Do you think that can be annoying and loud at times? At times I really get bugged by it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110377404847620659?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110377404847620659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110377404847620659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110377404847620659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110377404847620659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/noise-maker.html' title='The Noise Maker'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110364195289392321</id><published>2004-12-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T07:12:32.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Grown-up Days</title><content type='html'>Although I'm a 5-and-a-half-year old -- nearly six -- I still have plans for when I'm a grown-up. Like my house. My house is going to be full of people and I'm going to be really, really busy. Let me tell you the list of what I'm going to be when I grow up. Archaeologist, paleontologist, underwater photographer, marine biologist, vet, doctor, scientist, explorer, underwater archaeologist. See what I mean? I'm going to be really, really busy when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to marry a boy named John Ross. He lives in Houston. He has a dog. A black dog. I forgot the dog's name, though. Also John Ross has a hermit crab. He also has a playroom. His bunkbed has a ladder and under where he is on the top, all of his toys are down there. He has a dinosaur room. He also has his own rug. He's my boyfriend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110364195289392321?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110364195289392321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110364195289392321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110364195289392321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110364195289392321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-busy-grown-up-days.html' title='My Busy Grown-up Days'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110358459113219723</id><published>2004-12-20T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:16:31.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sister Zone</title><content type='html'>I have a baby sister named Jenna. She's really cute and sometimes she smiles. She's my only sister and also the second kid. I used to be the only child until Jenna was born. Me and my dad were able to go into the nursery in the hospital when she was born. She was really little. Her feet were tiny and her hands were tiny. Jenna is almost four months. Jenna swings in my old swing and she plays in my old baby gym. In fact, Jenna's in my old baby gym right now holding onto one of my little baby toys. She sleeps in our old computer room that's not really the computer room anymore. It's actually the baby room now. This morning Jenna was trying to suck her fingers but something bad happened. She stuck them too far down her throat and she started making these funny noises, my mom said. Then she threw up on Mommy's shoulder. Take it easy next time, Jenna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110358459113219723?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110358459113219723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110358459113219723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110358459113219723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110358459113219723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/baby-sister-zone.html' title='Baby Sister Zone'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110315198879796065</id><published>2004-12-15T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T06:35:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zoo</title><content type='html'>I have six animals. Actually not all of them are fish. I have one hermit crab and I have one betta fish and three goldfish. My cat's named Spanky. My hermit crab is Hermie. My black goldfish is named Blackie. My white and orange goldfish is named Goldie. My black, white and orange fish is named Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my long tropical fish is named Eelie. My long red and white shark is named Red Shark. My white/pink kisser fish  -- its lips look like it's kissing so that's why I named it Kisser. And my black fish that has stripes on it a little bit and blue on it is named Tiger. I wanted to think of a good name because it was the fish helping me find Kisser. And my baby feeder fish is named Squirt. Im glad none of my tropical fish have eaten it yet because it's cute. My frog that's white is named Jumper because once I saw it jump in the water when it was actually swimming. The betta fish I have is named Rose. Sorry I didn't mention its name. I'm such in a hurry at times. Especially when I'm in school. Some day I'm going to write about school days again when I get out of Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110315198879796065?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110315198879796065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110315198879796065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110315198879796065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110315198879796065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-zoo.html' title='My Zoo'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9616706.post-110306880435707800</id><published>2004-12-14T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T06:38:21.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>School is really fun. I sit at Red Table next to my friend named Meagan. I sit close to my friend named Christopher. Just one seat away. The seat that's right next to me that's empty on my left side -- Christopher's on the other side of that seat. Simeon's next to Christopher, and there are no empty seats between those two. Red Table is right next to Blue Table. Well, not exactly right next. Blue Table is actually right behind Simeon. Gavin sits right behind Simeon. He always looks over Red Table and acts like he sits there. It really bothers Red Table. Morgan's seat is right in front of red row on the carpet. Natalie sits by Zakary. There's several extra seats next to Zakary on his left side. On Zakary's right side, Gabriel sits. And next to Gabriel, Sydny sits. And next to Sydny there are several seats next to her on her left side. There are several seats on her left side. After those several seats sits Zakary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Table is shaped kind of like a flower with red around it. Blue Table is like a horseshoe with little curves around it. And covering up the little hole there's the bookshelf. The curve is the same shape as Blue Table except a little smaller. Behind Zakary, Skyler sits at Gray Table. No, black. I don't know what color it is because I don't know if the color is gray or black. Our teacher's named Mrs. Contreras. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9616706-110306880435707800?l=julianall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/feeds/110306880435707800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9616706&amp;postID=110306880435707800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110306880435707800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9616706/posts/default/110306880435707800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianall.blogspot.com/2004/12/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Julia Nall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250218121274378080</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
