<?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-24259161</id><updated>2012-01-26T06:12:22.875-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Idiotic Rosters'/><category term='Red Napkin'/><category term='200 digits'/><category term='The funeral before christmas'/><category term='Christmas poem'/><category term='Endless Game Show Games'/><category term='I&apos;m Awesome'/><category term='Pi'/><category term='Click'/><category term='Warning'/><category term='100 digits'/><category term='Hamburger Crumbs'/><category term='Reading Bowl'/><category term='Stockton&apos;s song'/><category term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>Green Oval</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-6032493146165073547</id><published>2010-05-28T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:57:41.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>SUMMER! IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE! NO SCHOOL! FREEDOM! TWO MONTHS OF FREE TIME! HURRAY! I FINISHED FOURTH GRADE! I WILL NOT WASTE A PRECIOUS SECOND OF TIME! THIS RULES! IT RULES! FINALLY! NO BORING WORK! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO NEVER END! THIS IS THE LIFE! IT'S THE BEST! I GET TO HAVE FUN! I FINALLY GET TO ENJOY MY LIFE! OH, THE GLORY! IT FEELS AWESOME! I'M EXCITED, I'M FREE, AND I'M WRITING IN CAPS LOCK! THIS IS THE LIFE! A WHOLE PARAGRAPH OF ACTUAL EXISTENCE! THE GLORY! THE CONFETTI! SENTENCES WITH ONLY EXCLAMATION POINTS AT THE END! I'M FREE! I HAVE BROKEN THE CHAINS, THE PRISON CELLS, AND THE WHOLE TORTURE CHAMBER! IT'S SUMMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-6032493146165073547?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6032493146165073547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=6032493146165073547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6032493146165073547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6032493146165073547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='SUMMER!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-6847406324762340180</id><published>2010-05-13T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:01:41.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Consideration</title><content type='html'>You know, I've been thinking. I'm running a little behind this month on my Pi. I'm still in my mid 230's. So I've decided I'll try to get at least 800 digits of Pi by the end of this year. I might still have a slim chance of knowing 1,000 digits, but I'd have to work alot during the summer. Yes, I'd be able to have more time than usual, but the last day of school is on May 28, not far from now.&lt;br /&gt;     So what's the problem? These last days of school seem to drag behind their schedule. Summer Vacation goes by really fast, and I enjoy every time that I'm not at school that I get. That's the problem. I want to have fun, so I'm not going to spend every second with Pi, just when I'm bored. So I may not reach my goal, but if I don't, I'll hopefully catch up in June.&lt;br /&gt;     Just a warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-6847406324762340180?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6847406324762340180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=6847406324762340180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6847406324762340180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6847406324762340180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/05/consideration.html' title='Consideration'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-7677437673844310966</id><published>2010-04-30T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:23:29.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='200 digits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Awesome'/><title type='text'>Everybody (Should) Love(s) Pi! (April Edition)</title><content type='html'>Whoop - O - Dee - Do! I reached my goal on the last day! 200 digits O' Pi! The proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.14159265358979323846264338327950288197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067&lt;br /&gt;982148086513282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559644659489549303819&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if there are any typing mistakes. My next goal is 300 digits of Pi before the end of May! (PS. If you don't like Pi, you're Cra-Z!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-7677437673844310966?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7677437673844310966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=7677437673844310966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7677437673844310966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7677437673844310966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/everybody-should-loves-pi-april-edition.html' title='Everybody (Should) Love(s) Pi! (April Edition)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-3462588875765256080</id><published>2010-04-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T04:30:53.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Click'/><title type='text'>Click!</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just found this cool website a few weeks ago. It's called clickclickclick.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. After you type in the letters it shows you, click the button 50 times, all the while ignoring the Autoclick button below it. Next, hit the Turboclick button that appears in place of the Autoclick one. There is no Powerclick button or anything like that. I tried clicking all the way to 995 (The maximum it goes). Turboclick is the most powerful button you can push.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Don't be too shocked when you see how many clicks Hungary has. If you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; too shocked, you might join Hungary. DON'T DO THAT! That's probably why they win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.If you have to, open another window while doing this. NOT LITERALLY! If you do your thing while having clickclickclick open too, check back every 20 seconds or so, because it might get to 995 when you're not paying attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Make a link to earn us more points "clicker!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. If you're going to quit clickclickclick, make sure you're at least 10,000 clicks ahead of the country gaining on us, especially if you just ranked the country up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, here's the link. I hope it works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clickclickclick.com/default.asp"&gt;http://www.clickclickclick.com/default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3462588875765256080?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3462588875765256080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3462588875765256080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3462588875765256080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3462588875765256080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/click.html' title='Click!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-8505208109926999247</id><published>2010-04-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:26:58.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Napkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiotic Rosters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamburger Crumbs'/><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>It's April Fools, as you should know. DON'T WASTE IT! Pull some pranks right now! I tried that at lunch today at school, and it didn't really go well. You see, I pulled a crumb off a hamburger bun, and threw it, and I shouted, "April Fools!" Two lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monitors&lt;/span&gt; almost moved me to the "silent table" or whatever. They don't care what I throw, they just scold me for throwing anything. (I threw a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;napkin&lt;/span&gt; a few months ago, and I actually &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get moved.) Lunch is turning from social time into complete torture, because after Spring Break, they're making these idiotic rosters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-8505208109926999247?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8505208109926999247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=8505208109926999247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8505208109926999247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8505208109926999247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-1384948544911299801</id><published>2010-03-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:53:05.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 digits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Awesome'/><title type='text'>Everybody (Should) Love(s) Pi! (March Edition)</title><content type='html'>I met my goal of Pi for March! It was to know 100 digits O' Pi by the end of this month. If you count the 3 that is before the "point" as a digit (which I do), then I currently know 101. If I learn 100 each month, I'll know 1,000 by the end of the year. Oh, and by the way, here are the 100 (or 101) digits O' Pi that I know (from memory):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, huh? Well, thaks for reading this, and remember, if you don't love Pi, you're Cray-Z!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-1384948544911299801?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1384948544911299801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=1384948544911299801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1384948544911299801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1384948544911299801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-should-loves-pi-march-edition.html' title='Everybody (Should) Love(s) Pi! (March Edition)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-5388875418187786547</id><published>2010-02-21T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:11:17.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endless Game Show Games'/><title type='text'>Let's Play A Game</title><content type='html'>Mostly, this is just for breaking the "most comments" record. In the comments, there will be a little game. The first person, which'll obviously be me because hardly anybody reads my blog, will state a topic. Talk about it. There is a catch, though. If you publish a post with a noun that is not related to the topic, you lose. There is only one loser every round. There is no keeping track of points, this is just for fun. This is also to show you why nouns are important in your everyday life, and will for eternity, as you age. This is also to show you how dumb serious statements that relate to your education are. The first game in the Endless Game Show Games officially STARTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-5388875418187786547?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5388875418187786547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=5388875418187786547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/5388875418187786547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/5388875418187786547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play A Game'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-5447244454142693893</id><published>2010-01-24T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:06:55.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading Bowl'/><title type='text'>Reading Bowl Results</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing Carl and Karl for a while, but, Here's something better! Mirror Lake Elementary took 1st place in the reading bowl for the 2nd year in a row! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-5447244454142693893?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5447244454142693893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=5447244454142693893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/5447244454142693893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/5447244454142693893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-bowl-results.html' title='Reading Bowl Results'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-4913990257093052207</id><published>2009-11-25T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:35:07.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Monday Morning&lt;br /&gt;Carl and Karl's mom only lets them watch movies in the car on Sunday. No computer and no regular television. They rode the rest of the way to church, came back, goofed off, went to bed, and woke up. At 3:18 this time. "Karl!" Carl shouted at his brother. "You set it WAY too early!" "Sheesh!" Karl replied. "I only set it an hour and thirty-eight minutes earlier than you did! We can just spend every second of the extra time goofing off before school! It's Monday!" Carl sighed. "Yeah, I guess so." Karl walked towards Judy's room. "DON'T attempt to wake up Judy this time!" Carl told him. "Man!" Karl growled. They walked downstairs. Karl grabbed a piece of paper, quickly folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it at his victim. "Hey!" Carl shouted. Carl and Karl walked the rest of the way to the playroom. "Okay Carl, let's IM eachother." Karl hit the button on his computer, and Carl pressed his. They were ready for the start of today's "Bro Messaging". Carl sent this to Karl:&lt;br /&gt;ਆ (Alt 2566)&lt;br /&gt;Karl sent a weird symbol to Carl:&lt;br /&gt;ǻ (Alt 507)&lt;br /&gt;Carl and Karl started every morning like this. There's never a second when their inbox is empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     On more thing. Chapter 5 (below) is officially called "B-Bo's ABCs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-4913990257093052207?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4913990257093052207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=4913990257093052207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4913990257093052207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4913990257093052207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/11/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail_25.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 6'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-3780272329162321292</id><published>2009-11-07T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:45:01.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Halfway To Church&lt;br /&gt;Later, their mom called them for church. "Mmph!" Carl said as he bumped his head on the front of B-Bo's carseat. "Let's go!" their mom said as she backed out of the garage. "Mom, can you please turn on a movie?" Carl asked. "Sure!" said their mom turning on the T.V. "It's you're favorite one." "Awesome! The Mega Monster Battle and the Fire Serpent Galaxy!" "It's turning on!" Karl said excitedly. When they saw the screen, they saw a pause symbol in the middle. "Um..mom? Can you unpause the video?" Karl asked. "Oh..yeah." she replied. When she did, a teddy bear was on the screen and said, "Ready Fluffy?" "Yeah!" A white cat responded. They sung at the same time, "A, B, C, D, E, F, G! H, I, J, K, L M N O P-" Their mother said, "Oops, I forgot I paused this when I got home from shopping with B-Bo." B-Bo laughed at the screen. "Fine, we'll keep it on." Carl said. Karl sat with his arms folded and his head down and said, "Notice how I don't agree with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3780272329162321292?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3780272329162321292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3780272329162321292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3780272329162321292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3780272329162321292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/11/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail_07.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 5'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-8179602660505446315</id><published>2009-11-02T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:03:34.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: The Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carl looked completely embarrased about his mistake. "Well, should we show mom when she's up?" "Well," Karl said as he picked up a copy of a book called Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail. "It says here that we should, because we shouldn't just leave without mom knowing where we are, and-" "Hey! Where did you get that?" asked Carl. "I found it." "Let me see that!" Carl shouted as he shoved Karl over. "It also says that you found this book and said, "It says here that we should, because we shouldn't just leave without mom knowing where we are, and - and that's where I shouted, "Hey! Where did you get that?" Then you say, "I found it." Next, I shove you over and I say "Let me see that!" And then it says I say "It also says that you found this book and said, "It says here that we should, because we shouldn't just lea-" "ALL RIGHT! WE GET IT, OKAY?" "Hey! You do know that whatever we say and do goes into this book, right?" "Duh! I know we're made up characters in a book because it says the raining gumdrops-" "Huh? Raining gumdrops?" Carl flipped the pages of the book untill he found these sentences: Karl looked ahead of the book to see the part with the raining gumdrops. Carl was baffled when Karl said the words "raining gumdrops." So Carl flipped the pages of the book untill he found these sentences: Karl looked ahead of the book to see the part with the raining - At this point, Carl slammed the book shut, squinted, and looked sideways without tilting his head. "This can't get any more dumb, can it?" "Oh," Karl laughed. "It sure can!" Karl grabbed a piece of paper off the ground and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Carl loves dolls and unicorns. He also peed in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" Carl asked. He flipped through a few pages untill he read this:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," Karl laughed. "It sure can!" Karl grabbed a piece of paper off the ground and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Carl loves dolls and unicorns. He also peed in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" Carl asked. He flipped through a few pages untill he read this:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," Karl laughed. "It sure can!" Karl grabbed a piece of paper off the ground and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Carl loves dolls and unicorns. He als - Carl looked up and held his breath. "THAT'S IT! I'M PUTTING THIS BOOK AWAY!" When he did, he sat down. Carl looked at the clock on his computer. "It's 5:21. And Karl, let's pretend none of that happened and we're still goofing off at our computer. "Okay," Karl giggled. "So that means that the contest will be held on March 3."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-8179602660505446315?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8179602660505446315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=8179602660505446315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8179602660505446315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8179602660505446315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/11/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 4'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-776349503236581672</id><published>2009-10-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:09:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: How To Solve A Puzzle By Goofing Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"RRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" Carl and Karl jumped out of their bed "Yahoo!" they said quietly so they wouldn't wake up B-Bo. "It's time to get up! It's fou - um..4:56." Karl looked at Carl angrily. "It's your fault for setting the alarm wrong!" he said as he slapped Carl in his face. "Ya-know.." started Carl. "B-Bo's pretty good at sleeping through alarms." Karl rolled his eyes. "Only this once, because you set the alarm clock to ring too early!" B-Bo suddenly woke up and started to jump on the bed again. "Cot as cheez!" and he instantly fell back asleep. Karl said to Carl. "Well, let's go wake up Judy!" A baffled expression leaped onto Carl's face. "This early?" he said as he jumped into the air. "Yeah!" responded Karl as if it were obvious. Karl grasped Carl's hand and lead him toward Judy's room. Once they were in, Carl told Karl, "You do it, I'm not waking her up!" "Okay." started Karl. "1...2..3!" "WAKE UP! IT'S - um.." Karl dashed back to his room. He came back pretty quickly. "4:58!" he continued. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WASTE YOUR SUNDAY SLEEPING IN, ARE YOU?" Judy snored. "I guess so.." said Carl. "Well, I'm going to go downstairs to the playroom and look at my E-Mails." stated Karl. "I'm coming too." replied Carl. They held onto the rail and walked casually downstairs. Carl and Karl walked in the playroom. They left off at where they were when they were goofing off. "That's a hilarious symbol!" said Karl as he looked at his IM. It said: ʱ (Alt 689). They were laughing their heads off untill Carl hit Alt 3..."Hey!" he shouted. Carl quickly opened the E-Mail with the weird puzzle on it. "That's the same symbol as the 1st one in the puzzle!" Karl asked, "What did you press?" Carl responded automatically, "Alt 3!" "Okay," started Karl. "Think off all the things that have to do with the number 3." They thought for about 5 minutes untill Carl had an idea. "C is the 3rd letter in the alphabet!" "Hmm...maybe that's it! Make a key up to 26! Carl made this:&lt;br /&gt;A-☺&lt;br /&gt;B-☻&lt;br /&gt;C-♥&lt;br /&gt;D-♦&lt;br /&gt;E-♣&lt;br /&gt;F-♠&lt;br /&gt;G-•&lt;br /&gt;H-◘&lt;br /&gt;I-○&lt;br /&gt;(etc.)&lt;br /&gt;He didn't literally put etc, but you get it. "Okay," Karl said as he rubbed his hands together. "Let's decipher it!" They succesfully decoded it, and it said this:&lt;br /&gt;Contest 3 days after.&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet, we did it! I guess that means the contest is 10 days from today." Carl said. Karl replied, "We planned to show mom, but we solved it first!" "Mmhmm...let's show her now!" Carl said. "Sure!" said Karl in a sarcastic little girl's voice. "Let's show her a bunch of symbols at 5:14 in the morning!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-776349503236581672?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/776349503236581672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=776349503236581672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/776349503236581672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/776349503236581672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/10/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail_29.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 3'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-1110587161854201206</id><published>2009-10-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:58:15.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: The Confusing Code&lt;br /&gt;Carl and Karl were continuing to have fun goofing off at their computers experimenting new symbols by pressing Alt and a series of numbers on the right side of the keyboard. "I wonder if this will change." said Karl. He hit "send" and sent this to Carl: ◘ (Alt 8). "Hey, E-Mail!" They shouted together before Carl could open up his IM. They both opened it up. This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;Here's a puzzle you need to solve to actually qualify for the contest:&lt;br /&gt;♥ ☺♣ ☺♦ ¶ ♣ ☺○ ¶ ¶ ◘ ☺◘ ♣ ♣ ♦ ☺ ☻♣ ☺○ ☺ ♠ ¶ ♣ ☺◘.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph!" grunted Karl. "They expect us to waste our Saturday doing that ?" "I guess so..." responded Carl. "Instead, how about we play with B-Bo?" "Yeah!" B-Bo is their baby brother. Carl tugged on Karl's sleeve. "Well then, you fool! Let's go!" Oh, and if I haven't mentioned, they have a sister that's older then B-Bo but younger then Carl and Karl named Judy. So out of the 4 kids, it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Boy (Carl, Age 10, who was born 2 minutes before Karl)&lt;br /&gt;Boy (Karl, Age 10, who was born 2 minutes after Carl)&lt;br /&gt;Girl (Judy, Age 8, who was born 2 years after Karl)&lt;br /&gt;Boy (B-Bo, Age 2, who was born 6 years after Judy)&lt;br /&gt;When they found B-Bo, Carl picked him up and ran towards his computer with the E-Mail still open. "Okay, B-Bo! What's the answer to this puzzle?" B-Bo slobbered. "Affle!" "He says apple." said Karl. "You think apple is the answer to the puzzle, B-Bo?" B-Bo drooled. "Banama!" "He says banana." said Carl. "I wonder what Judy would think." replied Karl. "Too bad she's at summer camp, we could've lived with the fact that we knew what she said at this point of life." responded Carl. "Yeah," said Karl. "But we can live with the fact that we didn't know!" "Haha, yeah!" said Carl. "Time for bed!" called their mother, Marsha. "Hey, mom!" Karl shouted. "Can B-Bo sleep in our room tonight?" Their mother thought about it for awhile. "Alright," answered their mom. As long as you're not being loud. "Yahoo!" they shouted simultaneously. Carl and Karl already had already brushed their teeth and were in their pajamas. Carl pushed Karl a little. "Hurry up!" Karl ran close behind him. "Remember!" he called. "It's my turn to pick which bed he sleeps in! Carl, Karl, and B-Bo crawled into Karl's bed. B-Bo stood up and started jumping on the bed. He feel down on purpose. "Whee!" he exclaimed as he fell on top of Karl's stomach and a little on Carl's back. The door to the house shut. "Judy must be home for the day." retorted Karl. Carl and Karl gave a last hug to B-Bo before their first attempt to sleep for the night. It was 8:01. And B-Bo usually didn't get to sleep untill 9 or 10:30. They planned on getting up at 6:00 sharp. Their blankets rustled a little bit and all 3 boys' heads sunk pretty deep into the pillow. But Carl and Karl wondered what the correct solution to the puzzle was...They'd ask their mom tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-1110587161854201206?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1110587161854201206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=1110587161854201206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1110587161854201206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1110587161854201206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/10/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail_24.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 2'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-7311048051339305194</id><published>2009-10-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:02:04.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>I'm writing a story, so I've decided to post the 1st chapter on my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Code&lt;br /&gt;Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: Carl &amp;amp; Karl&lt;br /&gt;Carl &amp;amp; Karl were having fun goofing off at their computers experimenting new symbols by pressing Alt and a series of numbers on the right side of the keyboard."I hate it when I send an instant message to you and it comes out as a differet symbol." said Karl. For instance, he hit Alt, then pressed 2 (☻). When he hit "send", it changed to a different symbol. Some turn into this: /, But some stay the same symbol. Peculiar, isn't it? "I wonder if this will change." said Carl. He hit "send" and sent this to Karl: þ (Alt 254). "Hey, E-Mail!" They shouted together before Karl could open up his IM. They both opened it up. This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All day puzzle contest on June 31 this year at the playground at your school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cool!" said Carl. "That's 8 days from today!" "Yep!" said Karl. "It's the 23rd now - Hey! It doesn't say who sent it!" "What the?" Said Carl rather loudly. "Awkward...well, back to the important things in life!" Carl rushed back to his computer seat. Karl bolted to his. And they continued goofing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked it! I've got a few more things to say. There is something suspicious in this chapter that will matter later in the book, so don't tell anyone if you see it. Just say "I know what it is!" The symbols in the parentheses might change when I post this, that's a warning. I only wanted the part that said Club Code to Chapter 1: Carl and Karl to be in the middle, so it'll look a little weird. Well, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-7311048051339305194?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7311048051339305194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=7311048051339305194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7311048051339305194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7311048051339305194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/10/club-code-book-1-mysterious-e-mail.html' title='Club Code Book 1: The Mysterious E-Mail Chapter 1'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-3610994444726961317</id><published>2009-10-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:33:40.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're having another Reflections contest this year, and the theme is boring. (Don't take it literally, Uncle Bubs.) The theme isn't "boring." This year, it's "Beauty is..." So I've decided to spice things up a little. I wrote a poem about the "beauties" of nature:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meteor showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crush May flowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;explosives destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hornets will sting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every nature-like thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mutilation forms by every ant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asteroids start the destruction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which makes nature a site of construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the last you can expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a dinosaur reviving effect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An atomic bomb will strike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is what amnesia is like!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An alien invasion will start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until death do they depart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once they are married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the aliens'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this at least gets me somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3610994444726961317?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3610994444726961317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3610994444726961317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3610994444726961317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3610994444726961317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/10/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-9057350364714543479</id><published>2009-02-19T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:10:15.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Surprise</title><content type='html'>So I can see no one got the free pizza. Hmmmmm, will I make you wait since nobody earned it? Or even guessed! Well, I see you HAVE been patient. So I guess I will show the surprise. Okay, Okay I know you'll give it 5 stars... Or more. So I won't ask. 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Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is clear that he committed suicide. Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the reindeer will deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the packages for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe he just died of old age! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow will be the day of the surprise! So before it's 2-19-09, Guess what you think the surprise is. The person to guess the surprise first will win a free pizza...Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3486822002442530494?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3486822002442530494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3486822002442530494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3486822002442530494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3486822002442530494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-song-verse-5.html' title='My Song (Verse 5)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-3562436990806871105</id><published>2009-02-17T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:49:33.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The funeral before christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockton&apos;s song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas poem'/><title type='text'>My Song ( Verse 4)</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my 4th verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa's funeral was held on Christmas Eve. Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa's funeral was held on Christmas Eve! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't get flowers or balloons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no one came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it was held at the North Pole! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's almost the time for a special surprise on 2-19-09! Make sure to go to my blog! It'll be in 2 days! Then the next day It'll be 1 day. Then 0 days. Then -1 day. Then -2 days. And then negati- Hey! where are you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3562436990806871105?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3562436990806871105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3562436990806871105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3562436990806871105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3562436990806871105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-song-verse-4.html' title='My Song ( Verse 4)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-6855642795180781728</id><published>2009-02-16T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:50:09.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The funeral before christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockton&apos;s song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas poem'/><title type='text'>My Song (Verse 3)</title><content type='html'>I've made the 3rd verse too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa slid down the revolting chimney. Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa slid down the revolting chimney. Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He ate too many cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and exploded in misfortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now I'll tell you never slide down the revolting chimney! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember the surprise I'll post on 2-19-09! Make sure to check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-6855642795180781728?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6855642795180781728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=6855642795180781728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6855642795180781728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6855642795180781728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sonng-verse-3.html' title='My Song (Verse 3)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-8329192281212724257</id><published>2009-02-15T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:09:13.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The funeral before christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockton&apos;s song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas poem'/><title type='text'>My Song (Verse 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the 2nd verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Christmas Spirit gives the people Christmas Cheer! Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Santa is followed by 8 reindeer. Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He broke his arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sprained his ankle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cracked his brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when do you think he will restrain? Ho! Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There will be more coming up soon. Check my blog on 2-19-09 for a special surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-8329192281212724257?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8329192281212724257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=8329192281212724257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8329192281212724257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/8329192281212724257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-song-verse-2.html' title='My Song (Verse 2)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-3097061542473643342</id><published>2009-02-14T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:49:49.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The funeral before christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockton&apos;s song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas poem'/><title type='text'>My Song ( Verse 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've created a song about Christmas. WELL IT DOESN"T MATTER IF I'M LATE FOR THIS! It Goes To The Tune Of "She'll Be Comin' Round' The Mountain." This Is Verse 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Funeral Before Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa's sleigh is a heavy overload. Ho Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa's sleigh is a heavy overload. Ho Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's a dumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's a jumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Christmas Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give all your leftover gifts to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ho Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later. When I finish all 5 there will be a surprise. So make sure to get on at 2-19-09!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-3097061542473643342?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3097061542473643342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=3097061542473643342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3097061542473643342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/3097061542473643342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-song-verse-1.html' title='My Song ( Verse 1)'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-6608722958498650737</id><published>2008-11-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:59:27.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Poem</title><content type='html'>Ok, I Think That A 5 Minute's Work Is Worth Getting 15 Minutes. But It's Only Because Mom Bribed Me. So Here Is My Poem About A Box. A Plain Ol' Box. Ready? I Thought So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Box:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Truly And Most Treasured Box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can't Seem To Open The Locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There Seems To Be Three,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can't Find A Key,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Want To Know What's In This Box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Think That I Will Go Upstairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Search Through Some Desks &amp;amp; On Chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Search For The Key,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Give It To Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Open The Box From Downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's Hope That The Key Is Not Bent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Isn't?!? I'll Give You One Cent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can't Find That Box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Has Those 3 Locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Where Has That Silly Box Went?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did You Like It? Do You Give It *, **,***,****, Or *****? Oh, And You Can Put A Half Too. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-6608722958498650737?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6608722958498650737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=6608722958498650737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6608722958498650737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6608722958498650737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2008/11/box-poem.html' title='Box Poem'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-7543441114193504994</id><published>2008-11-24T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:39:18.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. I like poetry. Here is my Cinquain I wrote for school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Oven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tender, opulent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scrolling, blending, creaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scalding in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStS9ReDT3I/AAAAAAAAABU/mwEP8rISC3A/s1600-h/100_5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399001382244210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStS9ReDT3I/AAAAAAAAABU/mwEP8rISC3A/s400/100_5068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;3. When I posted this, I've read 70 books &amp;amp; took an A.R. test on each. It's only like the 68th day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSyF66ZTI/AAAAAAAAABM/SnaWAt3zn4w/s1600-h/100_5080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398809303508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSyF66ZTI/AAAAAAAAABM/SnaWAt3zn4w/s400/100_5080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;4. I have a 2 year old brother named Preston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSkCx3fmI/AAAAAAAAABE/vAGcvR2wKkg/s1600-h/100_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398567942094434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSkCx3fmI/AAAAAAAAABE/vAGcvR2wKkg/s400/100_5019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. I live on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSaAxbwQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7H4sHWmgvvQ/s1600-h/100_5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398395604713730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSaAxbwQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7H4sHWmgvvQ/s400/100_5049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. I'm in my school reading bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSKJDG6lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uk3rU3byb3Y/s1600-h/100_5081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398122948422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStSKJDG6lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uk3rU3byb3Y/s400/100_5081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. My favorite sport is straw shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStRltNF7bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XOVoOwR6sts/s1600-h/100_5086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272397496998817202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStRltNF7bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XOVoOwR6sts/s400/100_5086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I tag Lincoln and Ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-7543441114193504994?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7543441114193504994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=7543441114193504994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7543441114193504994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/7543441114193504994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-things-about-me.html' title='7 Things About Me!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SStS9ReDT3I/AAAAAAAAABU/mwEP8rISC3A/s72-c/100_5068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-1471709753809782470</id><published>2008-11-22T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:19:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Christmastime is coming! But the chance that I have missed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm on the good side &amp; not the noddy list.&lt;br /&gt;I look under the Christmas tree, there's nothin' but a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted presents early but I am presentless.&lt;br /&gt;3 days left til' Christmas. Let's sing Deck the halls.&lt;br /&gt;I cut construction paper &amp; hang mistletoe on the walls!&lt;br /&gt;2 days left til' Christmas, we bake cookies with some frosting.&lt;br /&gt;Then we add the sprinkles, then we do some flossing.&lt;br /&gt;1 day left til' Christmas, we put cookies on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;I get my camera ready to see Santa &amp; an elf.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up the next morning, but I see no snow.&lt;br /&gt;I hear "gobble, gobble" instead of "Ho, Ho, Ho"&lt;br /&gt;I don't see geese 'a' laying or any gifts 'a' giving.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that it's November.&lt;br /&gt;Which means today is THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-1471709753809782470?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1471709753809782470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=1471709753809782470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1471709753809782470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/1471709753809782470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmastime-is-coming.html' title='Christmastime is Coming!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-38093667599837360</id><published>2008-09-23T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:23:35.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chart Of The Big Bore</title><content type='html'>Okay,Listen Up! Attention! All Rise! This Meeti-Wait, Am I Doing This Right? Who Cares! Let's Move On. This Meeting Of Hey,Why Did I Take Up 2 Lines Already? It's Time For The Thing You People Walked 1,000,000 Miles For! Okay, So Technically, 5 Steps. Okay, At Church There Is This Dumb Thing What I Call The Chart Of The Big Bore. I'm In The 1st Section Which I Don't know what's Called But The OTHER Side Is The Lithia Springs Part. We Both Have An Articles Of Faith Chart. I Can Tell That The Church Likes Lithia Springs Much More Than Us. I Mean Look At This. There Are 13 Columns For Each Chart. BUT We Have 9 Rows But THEY Have About 46 Rows. So I Think That You'll Think Our Side Is Lucky But IT'S NOT FAIR! WE Have To Make Sure Each PERSON IN THE CLASS Knows The Article Of Faith Before We Put A Sticker On. But The Lithia Springs Get's To Have Each Person Have Their Own SEPERATE Row. Can You Belive It! I Know 9 Well-Knowen. But Barley Anyone Else Knows It! I've Even Steped To The Front Of The Class To Tell Them. I Have Stickers 1-4. Maysen Has Stickers 1-4 6 &amp;I Think 8. I Like To Say This For The 12th One. We Belive In Being Subjects To Kings,Queens,Jacks,&amp; Jokers. Sometimes For The 6th I Say. Pastures Instead Of Pasters. There I Said It. Now Shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-38093667599837360?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/38093667599837360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=38093667599837360' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/38093667599837360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/38093667599837360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2008/09/chart-of-big-bore.html' title='The Chart Of The Big Bore'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-6290815090067668239</id><published>2008-05-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:26:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SDsOoyD2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3sIqSsISvYA/s1600-h/IMG_8121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SDsOoyD2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3sIqSsISvYA/s400/IMG_8121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204769888152216930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Coach Hughes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I did not like Field Day because I got hurt at every station.  The Sno-Cones was the least painfull.  All I did was spill it.  Barely spilled it.  On the obstacle course after I went down the slide I crashed in the tube right in front of it &amp; hurt the bottom of my foot.  Volley ball I could never get the ball.  In the Putt-Putt station I was in group 3.  We played a lousy, corny game called Duck, Duck Goose.  When I said "Goose" the whole circle was filled up.  So I had to keep running.  Eventually, I fell down &amp; my knee started bleeding.  In Art it was just like it was Art for Specials.  In Tetherball, people were fighting over which dirction I was suppose to go in.  In the Inflatable Jumpy everybody started to come in &amp; I bonked heads with Iyana.  Next time, change Field Day to things that are usefull, like video games.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-6290815090067668239?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6290815090067668239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=6290815090067668239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6290815090067668239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/6290815090067668239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2008/05/field-day.html' title='Field Day'/><author><name>Stockton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/SDsOoyD2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3sIqSsISvYA/s72-c/IMG_8121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-4556263013078812854</id><published>2007-12-20T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:41:14.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="A8399013717591018496" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/llrlkYXIGevsLCyFpRoaYpdV.xml" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/llrlkYXIGevsLCyFpRoaYpdV.xml"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Don't send a lame &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/category/48/holiday"&gt;Holiday eCard&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;JibJab Sendables&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-4556263013078812854?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4556263013078812854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=4556263013078812854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4556263013078812854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4556263013078812854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-send-lame-holiday-ecard.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-4908130867003504784</id><published>2007-11-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:06:23.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Fun With Brett</title><content type='html'>Hockey Was Awesome! In The Totals I won! This Is How It Happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I Won By 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Brett Won By 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Brett Won By 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Brett won By 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I won By 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Tie With 45 points each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I Won By 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &amp;amp; Rachel Stayed For 1 Week! I Love Brett &amp;amp; Rachel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-4908130867003504784?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4908130867003504784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=4908130867003504784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4908130867003504784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/4908130867003504784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2007/11/hockey-fun-with-brett.html' title='Hockey Fun With Brett'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-2691940546985851582</id><published>2007-08-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:43:18.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/Rr8bFAXX9iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ez6oUF02NX8/s1600-h/100_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823076018026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/Rr8bFAXX9iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ez6oUF02NX8/s320/100_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were in Utah, we were riding on the tube.  We tried to make Steve go over the wake, but nothing worked.  It was fun.  I was on the tube, so was Maysen, my cousin Erica, and Jorja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/Rr8arQXX9hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PNKQlgU8QiE/s1600-h/P1000540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097822633636394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/Rr8arQXX9hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PNKQlgU8QiE/s320/P1000540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maysen won the teeth for me with the 25 points from the Arcade.  I like scaring people with it.  It was cool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-2691940546985851582?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/2691940546985851582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=2691940546985851582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/2691940546985851582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/2691940546985851582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2007/08/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Stockton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KPSlntsYkZg/Rr8bFAXX9iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ez6oUF02NX8/s72-c/100_2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-116525853640296291</id><published>2006-12-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:55:36.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith Family Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/150/2513/1600/966440/santa%20preston%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/150/2513/320/789578/santa%20preston%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Stockton has been so sick! He missed school for an entire week. The girls were sick for a week last week. Hopefully Preston doesn't get sick as well! I looked at the calendar and there were only two days out of the entire month of November that I didn't have to go to the doctors office, hospital, or tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e care of sick people! After this month we deserve a sick-free Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/150/2513/1600/794997/santa%20preston%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/150/2513/320/673352/santa%20preston%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/150/2513/1600/794997/santa%20preston%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stockton's teacher sent home his work. They did a unit on families. My favorite were the Smith Family Rules (according to Stockton).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  No biteing cords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  No kicking balls in the kitchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  No playing with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  No drawing on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.  Go to bed at 8:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.  No jumping on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.  No playing with sharp objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.  No rideing bikes in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9.  No takeing food in other places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. No going outside in your pajamas or without shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. No playing shooting games on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. No doing someersalts on the driveway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-116525853640296291?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/116525853640296291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=116525853640296291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/116525853640296291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/116525853640296291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/12/smith-family-rules.html' title='Smith Family Rules'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-116394452675669168</id><published>2006-11-19T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:55:26.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NEW BABY PRESTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/fall%20151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/fall%20151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby was born on November 10th. We couldn't think of a name for at least 7 days! We finally named it Preston. Maysen kept saying we should name it Braxton. No matter what we named it, it's middle name was going to be Hirschi. I'm so excited when he gets older because then he'll sleep in my room! Preston doesn't eat that much. He likes to stay asleep during the day and stay up during the night. I don't know why.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/fall%20153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We didn't know if Preston was going to be a boy or a girl until he was born. Since I put he, do you think it's a boy or a girl? If you guessed he, you were right! When I woke up on one of the Fridays I saw a note on the table. It said mom was at the hospital. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-116394452675669168?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/116394452675669168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=116394452675669168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/116394452675669168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/116394452675669168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-new-baby-preston.html' title='OUR NEW BABY PRESTON'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-115904204140215601</id><published>2006-09-23T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:07:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best game of clue jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best game of clue jr.beacuase 2 pepole won!The people that won were me and jorja.2 pepeole won beacuase jorja just guessed and she was right! and I just figgred it out!That was why it was the best game of clue jr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-115904204140215601?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/115904204140215601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=115904204140215601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115904204140215601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115904204140215601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-game-of-clue-jr.html' title='The best game of clue jr.'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-115802025006865204</id><published>2006-09-11T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:17:30.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best soccer game ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/100_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/100_1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best soccer game ever, beacuase when I was the sweeper I stopped the ball with my cheek! The score on my teem was 6 to 3.My teem was the teem with 6 points! On Maysens teem the score was 6 to 3. Maysens teem was the teem with 6 points!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-115802025006865204?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/115802025006865204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=115802025006865204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115802025006865204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115802025006865204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-best-soccer-game-ever.html' title='My best soccer game ever!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-115559911480417042</id><published>2006-08-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:45:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 1st grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/stockton%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/200/stockton%20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was Mrs. Latham. I liked her a lot! We get to make up rules! If you get a green bumblebee stamp, you get to stay out for recess the whole time! If you have to get reminded of one rule, you have to sit out for 5 minutes. If you have to get reminded of two rules, you have to sit out for 10 minutes. If you have to get reminded of three rules, you have to sit out the whole recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 5 tables. One is the red table. One is the yellow table. One is the blue table. One is the green table. And one is the white table that I sit at. We take 180 days of school. I got a bumblebee stamp today! The bumblebee stamp was the color green. I got easy math. It was like preschool and kindergarten instead of 1st grade. Some of the problems were 3+1 and 5+1. EASY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fastest one in my class because I know it. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-115559911480417042?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/115559911480417042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=115559911480417042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115559911480417042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115559911480417042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/08/1st-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='1st day of 1st grade'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-115481077969078034</id><published>2006-08-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:46:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/camping%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/200/camping%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went camping, there was this twisty tree and it was easy to climb. I liked it! We slept in a tent. Our number was 75. We were close to the bathroom. When there was lightning, we almost put our tent under a tree that fell down. We were there for two days. We had more friends come with us. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Mom's note***&lt;br /&gt;We went camping at Stone Mountain Park. It was so much fun until we got caught in a gigantic thunderstorm! IT RAINED SO HARD!!!!! There were trees down all over the campsite. One even smashed a tent. Hopefully they weren't in it at the time. Although the next morning, there was crime scene tape around their tent. We are glad to be home!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-115481077969078034?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/115481077969078034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=115481077969078034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115481077969078034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/115481077969078034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/08/2nd-day-camping.html' title='2nd Day Camping'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114952081324893290</id><published>2006-06-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:20:13.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nintendo</title><content type='html'>My dad tricked our computer into thinking it is a Nintendo!  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114952081324893290?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114952081324893290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114952081324893290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114952081324893290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114952081324893290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/06/nintendo.html' title='Nintendo'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114884820179276574</id><published>2006-05-28T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:30:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINISHED KINDERGARTEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/spitler,%20stockton,%20appleby%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/spitler%2C%20stockton%2C%20appleby%20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun in Kindergarten. My teacher was Mrs. Spitler. She was the nicest kindergarten teacher in the whole world! Do you think I'm going to have a good time in first grade? I think I will. After first grade, I'll be in second grade. After second grade, I'll be in third grade. After third grade, I'll be in fourth grade. After in fourth grade, I'll be in fifth grade. After fifth grade, I'll be in middle school! After middle school, I'll be in high school. After high school, I'll be in college. I am not going to be wild at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the writing award out of every Kindergartener. They called my name, and I was the only one on stage! It was so cool! Did you get the writing award when you were in Kindergarten? Mrs. Spitler gave me the super mathematician award out of my class for my unique way with numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114884820179276574?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114884820179276574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114884820179276574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114884820179276574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114884820179276574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finished-kindergarten.html' title='I FINISHED KINDERGARTEN!!!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114762538427289604</id><published>2006-05-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:49:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are having a new baby!</title><content type='html'>we are having a baby.It is supussed to come out on december 4th.When is linkin's birthday?I think his birthday is october 26th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114762538427289604?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114762538427289604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114762538427289604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114762538427289604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114762538427289604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-are-having-new-baby.html' title='we are having a new baby!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114631050465111429</id><published>2006-04-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:36:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies In The House a true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/DCP_5990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/320/DCP_5990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a butterfly on Jorja, and it was named Butter. And there was a butterfly named Jewel. Jewel was the black one and Butter was the yellow one. The yellow one had a rip in her wing. We put our fingers in the sugary water and tried to feed the butterflies. Jewel was up way high and dad had to get a ladder to get her down. There were two butterflies in our house. Mama took pictures of the butterfly on Jorja. Butter was the one on Jorja. Jewel was still way high. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114631050465111429?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114631050465111429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114631050465111429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114631050465111429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114631050465111429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/04/butterflies-in-house-true-story.html' title='Butterflies In The House a true story'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-114540647637814289</id><published>2006-04-18T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:27:56.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>My dad came in 2nd place, because he had a rocket car.  The silver car came in 1st place.  The cheese car came in 3rd place.  The cheese car had two trophys.  They are called 3rd place and Best of Show.  The camero car got Best Design.  The missionaries got the Ugly Car trophy award.  The trophy was funny.  It was big and had lots of parts from different trophies.  Like a chicken on top, a boy iceskater, a dog treeing a coon and even a foozball man.  My dad's trophy is as tall as Jorja's nose!  My dad's rocket didn't go off until the very end, and then it shot into the wall and broke!  It was LOUD!  Would you make a rocket car, so you could win 1st place?  There was a pinewood derby track.  My dad's car had headlights.  They were bright!  Dad liked his headlights.  Would you make a pinewood derby car?  I hope you would be in 1st place, if you lived in Georgia.  What kind of car would you make?  Is there a pinewood derby car at your church?  Would you get a trophy or not?  I liked the pinewood derby track.  It was really, really, really cool.  My dad has to bring the trophy back next year.  He will make a new car for 2007.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114540647637814289?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114540647637814289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114540647637814289' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114540647637814289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114540647637814289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/04/real-pinewood-derby.html' title='The Real Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114487918348778801</id><published>2006-04-12T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:59:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on tv!!!</title><content type='html'>guess what! I was on tv!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114487918348778801?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114487918348778801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114487918348778801' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114487918348778801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114487918348778801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-on-tv.html' title='I am on tv!!!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114372160346896986</id><published>2006-03-30T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T04:26:43.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapes of Math</title><content type='html'>On the Grapes of Math, the fish answer was 16.  I liked the book.  I read it to my Kindergarten class.  I can figure out the answers faster than my mom.  On the front cover there are 2 bunches of grapes that have 9 grapes and 2 bunches of grapes that have 6 grapes.  Mom tried to add 9+9=18 and 6+6=12 then tried to add 18+12.  It was taking her forever!  I added 6+9=15, then doubled 15!  That equals 30!  Then if you add the back, it makes 60 grapes!  I can add fast!  There are 16 answers on all the pages.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114372160346896986?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114372160346896986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114372160346896986' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114372160346896986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114372160346896986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/grapes-of-math.html' title='The Grapes of Math'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114329251174115489</id><published>2006-03-25T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:16:42.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer and Six Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am number 7. What number were you when you were a little kid and you played soccer? I think you were number 9. And I think your color was Forest Green. I think Bubs was number 24 on his baseball team. I think he was called the Dragons, and the color red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I won my game and I kicked the ball all the way to the bank when I was the goalie. I even scored a goal when I played against Lime. I think you guys played soccer on Tuesdays and Thursdays and played against Sky Blue on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At Six Flags, my favorite two roller coasters are Wyle E. Coyote and the Mine Train. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114329251174115489?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114329251174115489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114329251174115489' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114329251174115489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114329251174115489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/soccer-and-six-flags.html' title='Soccer and Six Flags'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114314608822992329</id><published>2006-03-23T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:34:48.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockton's Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My list has big bread, chocolate chip muffins, juice boxes, chocolate milk, root beer, plates, little root beer, napkins, and milk.  The big bread is $1.00.  The chocolate chip muffins are $6.02.  The juice boxes are $.50.  The chocolate milk is $2.25.  The root beer is $.25.  The plates are $.01.  The little root beer is $.05.  The napkins are $.15.  And the milk is $.10.  I like my store.  They have to put the money in the jar.  They read the list to see what they can pay for if they want it.  The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bringing treats to my soccer game today.  The treats are chocolate chip muffins and juice boxes.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom wants to write that Stockton made it into the Gifted Program (Program Challenge).  We are so excited for him!  They told his teacher he is terminally gifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114314608822992329?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114314608822992329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114314608822992329' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114314608822992329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114314608822992329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/stocktons-store.html' title='Stockton&apos;s Store'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114297635994733943</id><published>2006-03-21T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:25:59.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Stockton wanted me to type in his story.  He won the Young Authors contest for his grade level in his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays have cake.  Are you going to turn seven?  You might play put the tail on the donky.  Are you going to have cholate cake?  You will have fun.  You will invate pelple to your birthday.  You will get to open presents.  Birthdays are fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114297635994733943?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114297635994733943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114297635994733943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114297635994733943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114297635994733943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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-24259161.post-114279188422254897</id><published>2006-03-19T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:11:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>We had a BIG tent when we went camping! Camping was so much fun. I love camping. Have you ever camped before? I threw rocks in the water. When I threw a big rock in the water, it made a big splash. Our number was 138. What do you think your number will be? We had to drive a long way. We went camping at Stone Mountain. We went in a sky ride up Stone Mountain. What do you think your mountain will be called? We were there for three days. We went in a place called a barn. There were pretend fruit, but they were like balls. We saw a 4D movie at the movie theater. Our movie at the 4D was called tall tales. We had glasses and it looked like things were coming at us. There were bathrooms when we were camping. Did you know we went on a water taxi? We went to the Georgia Aquarium. At the barn there were slides. I liked Stone Mountain better then the Georgia Aquarium because I did not like looking at the fish! On the sky ride we went on the number one up and the number two down. We saw a laser show. The 4D movie squirted water at us, but the smelling thing was broken. Which was good that we didn't have to smell the skunk! Will your movie be a 5D? The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114279188422254897?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114279188422254897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114279188422254897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114279188422254897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114279188422254897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/camping_19.html' title='camping'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259161.post-114261261522365561</id><published>2006-03-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:24:34.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love soccer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/1600/stockton%206%20years5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/2513/400/stockton%206%20years5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My color is orange. My sister's color is orange. My team name is Tigers. My sister's team name is Tigers. I am going to play against red. I am really fast to kick the ball. I am six years old. I like soccer, it's my favorite sport. I only won one game. The other people won two games. The other people were gold and silver. On Tuesday, I'm going to play against red. I already got my picture taken at my soccer. I was great! Lincoln does not play soccer. Will he? Did you play soccer when you were a little kid? I pick the ball up when I am the goalie. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24259161-114261261522365561?l=stocktonmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/114261261522365561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24259161&amp;postID=114261261522365561' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114261261522365561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24259161/posts/default/114261261522365561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stocktonmichael.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-soccer.html' title='I love soccer!'/><author><name>Stockton</name><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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
