<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:46:35.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deepest Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113380921003273152</id><published>2005-12-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:00:10.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You never know how annoying a person is until they stay with you.  Staying together can turn best friends into enemies. Everyone needs their time apart.  My best friend came to stay with me for a few days and I hated it.  I mean I love my best friend but we never need to stay together again because we both like to do things our on way. So before thinking of letting someone stay with you permanetly you should test it out for a few days first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113380921003273152?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113380921003273152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113380921003273152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380921003273152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380921003273152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-never-know-how-annoying-person-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113380899899817370</id><published>2005-12-05T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:05:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging has personally been a good experience for me. It gives students a chance to write what they think without having to use paper and pen. Most students prefer to type than to write stuff down by hand anyway. Also it teaches students to write about and evaluate subjects. Blogging also gives students a chance to be more active with the classroom computers since few classes actually have a class set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113380899899817370?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113380899899817370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113380899899817370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380899899817370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380899899817370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogging-has-personally-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113380875378352961</id><published>2005-12-05T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:52:33.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooo tired of school.  Once upon a time so very long ago school was fun.  Now it is just a drag.  I think it's not school in general but just Hazelwood East.  We have the education just not the fun part that makes  you want to learn.  The days just seem so long now. It's so easy to just stay home and sleep but then my future is going to slowly slide down the drain.  I am really starting to hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113380875378352961?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113380875378352961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113380875378352961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380875378352961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113380875378352961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-soooo-tired-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113225056380968412</id><published>2005-11-17T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:00:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard to give when you have so much?&lt;br /&gt;Changing a life is as simple as a touch&lt;br /&gt;People all over the world are dying&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for those who can help to start trying?&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with greed and hate&lt;br /&gt;Things around us seem so hard to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for the world to care?&lt;br /&gt;If you were down you would want someone to be there&lt;br /&gt;But people only seem to care about themself&lt;br /&gt;They dont bother to take the time out to help someone else&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the hardest thing in the world is to give&lt;br /&gt;But what if it means that someone else gets to live?&lt;br /&gt;People seem to be stuck on selfishness&lt;br /&gt;It should be easy to give when you are so blessed&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world could change and hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;Because I cant do it alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are looking down at the world in shame&lt;br /&gt;For this problem we need to know on who is the blame?&lt;br /&gt;Everything around is about to crash&lt;br /&gt;and we dont know how to stop this so again we ask&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to give?&lt;br /&gt;It can be someone else's second chance to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113225056380968412?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113225056380968412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113225056380968412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113225056380968412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113225056380968412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-give-why-is-it-hard-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113217371152799008</id><published>2005-11-16T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:29:16.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROJECT AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Africa is a plan I wish to pursue in about 15 to 20 years. I often watch on television about what is going on in Africa such as the civil wars, poverty, and AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;There many kids and adults who go hungry over there every night. There are also many parents being killed by mobs and AIDS that are leaving kids orphaned and left out on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going over there to help. Of course I wont be able to do this all on my own. I want to form a foundation. First, I plan to build food and medicine pantrys to provide aid for all of the families in need. Secondly, I would like to build shelters for the street kids to give them a place to sleep, eat, and go to school. Third, I would like to provide some kind of relief for the AIDS patients. I going use my own personal funding and goverment funding.  My goal is to go over there and make their lives better.  I want to adequate food and medicine.  I also want them to have clean water and nice schools to attend.  Also I want them to have school books, pencils, paper and school shoes and clothes so that they can have everything that they need to get a good education. &lt;br /&gt;       There are many things that I would like to go overseas and accomplish.  I really care about the kids, they are my main concern.  But the food is the most important thing because they cant do much without food to live.  I also plan to go over and fix up the slums and villiages and give them necessary material to build good homes for their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113217371152799008?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113217371152799008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113217371152799008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113217371152799008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113217371152799008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/project-africa-project-africa-is-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-113026521333404865</id><published>2005-10-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:33:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poem Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the website &lt;a href="http://www.writersintouch.com"&gt;www.writersintouch.com&lt;/a&gt; I found three very interesting poems.&lt;br /&gt;The first one was called BLEED by Cindy Thomas.  It was about a person who found pleasure in cutting themself and one day cut to far and died.  The second poem was called Little Man by Lori Pike  It was about her sick son who battled out a sickness or disease.  Finally, the third poem was by an anonymous author and it was about him wanted to go further with an underage girl who wanted him just as bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-113026521333404865?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113026521333404865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=113026521333404865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113026521333404865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/113026521333404865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/poem-review-on-website-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112965859470648197</id><published>2005-10-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:03:14.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found out that no matter how good you do at things, how good you look, or how good you are in general, how good you dress someone , somewhere will find something bad to say about you.  No one can please everyone, so people should simply stop trying.   One little thing can mess up everything.  For some reason people just can't be happy for one another.  People feel intimidated by someone elses gain.  Jealousy and envy run the world.  If everyone just can say something nice instead of always hating the world will be a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112965859470648197?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112965859470648197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112965859470648197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112965859470648197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112965859470648197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-found-out-that-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112957337199751122</id><published>2005-10-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:22:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                        You Can't Break the Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The fictional story,"You Can't Break the Broken" is about a bad relationship.  A girl was dating a  rock star and all he is about  sex, drugs, and Rock and Roll.  They are dating with "no strings attached".  The girl realizes she wants and needs more than that out of him.  Eventually he is just about sex and drugs and forgets about Rock and Roll which was his #1 passion that led him to such distruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112957337199751122?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112957337199751122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112957337199751122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112957337199751122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112957337199751122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-cant-break-broken-fictional.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112896833911940928</id><published>2005-10-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:18:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                     Modern Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Modern diaries are kinda a new way of life. People use them to express their inner thoughts.  I think diaries dont show a sign of trouble, or problems its really just something to do.   People may write down things that may sound crazy but that just may be what they are feeling at the moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112896833911940928?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112896833911940928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112896833911940928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112896833911940928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112896833911940928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/modern-diaries-modern-diaries-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112749986176640011</id><published>2005-09-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:09:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Life : Just a small piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is very complicated. I wouldnt say I have family problems but they are the reason for a lot of problems going on in my life. I am the type of person who doesnt like to ask anyone for anything. What ever I need I usually buy it. I work, go to school, and I do hair. I'm am usually so booked up with those three things through out the week that I dont have time for anything else. And i always have money because I am such a hard worker and for some reason that makes others mad. If I have money and one of my friends or family members need it i have no problem giving it to them. I try so hard to please others that I barely make time to handle things I need to do. I am a very kind, sweet person but no one ever really gets to know me for who i am and what I'm about. People have the own opinions of me that are not very positive, but i am also a very hard worker because I have learned that if i dont do something for myself that it wont ever get done. I think that in my life that I have allowed people to hold me down, and I've come to a point where I'm not going to allow it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112749986176640011?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112749986176640011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112749986176640011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112749986176640011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112749986176640011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-life-just-small-piece-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112749865036820227</id><published>2005-09-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:04:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing that I really, really , I mean really want in life is to be a model.  I have always wanted to be a model since like forever.  I love fashion.  I love clothes and I love to shop.  I want to be a high status fashion mugol.  I want people to pay me to wear their clothes.  I dont really want to be a run way model, but more of a endorser.  I want to get started and get an agent once I move to Atlanta.  But modeling is my dream so watch out Tyra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112749865036820227?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112749865036820227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112749865036820227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112749865036820227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112749865036820227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-thing-that-i-really-really-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112724158129840157</id><published>2005-09-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:39:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>September 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today i was really sitting back thinking what I was gonna do with my life.  From here(high school)  I going to college.  I want to go to an southern college.  Most likely I'll attend school in New Orleans or in Atlanta.  I plan to major in business administration and management.  Afterwards I plan to buy my own hair salon that would eventually turn into a nationwide chain.  I havent thought of a name, but they will open in select cities.  I was thinking maybe St. Louis, New Orleans, Atlanta, New York, L. A., Paris and Tokyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112724158129840157?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112724158129840157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112724158129840157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112724158129840157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112724158129840157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-20-2005-today-i-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112655044722173650</id><published>2005-09-12T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:40:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO    I     AM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a beautiful, unique, sometimes silly, outspoken, harworking, caring, loving, intelligent, kind-hearted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;crazy, selfless, entertaining, fun individual.  My first name means beautiful flower, and my middle name is Jasmine which is a beautiful flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112655044722173650?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112655044722173650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112655044722173650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112655044722173650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112655044722173650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-i-am-i-am-beautiful-unique.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112611849140946862</id><published>2005-09-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:41:31.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today  makes it 4 days until the 4 year anniversary of 9/11.  The day the terrorists attacked our nation.  Once again our nation is in trouble, but this time we were'nt attacked by terrorist but by mother nature.  Once again everyone is looking towards the Bush Administration for help.  Things were going slow at first but now the victims are begining to get the help they need to start all over.  But one thing I depise was the use of the word "refugee" because they are not refugees they are United States citizens in need of aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112611849140946862?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112611849140946862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112611849140946862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112611849140946862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112611849140946862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-makes-it-4-days-until-4-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112603163499694468</id><published>2005-09-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:33:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome. Welcome. Welcome This is my blog. Everyone is welcomed to read whatever is posted at any time. Also, feel free to post any personal opinions regarding anything that may written that you would like to comment about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112603163499694468?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112603163499694468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112603163499694468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112603163499694468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112603163499694468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16154897.post-112603119130228897</id><published>2005-09-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:26:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Septmber 6, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like rule number 5 in the rules because if you dont agree with something then you should be able to  criticize it.  You should feel free to state your personal opinion about whatever the topic is.   Secondly, I dont agree with rule number 9 in the rules because even though this is a school blog everything we talk about  does not have to be about school because if this is our blog why cant we talk about things outside of school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16154897-112603119130228897?l=mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112603119130228897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16154897&amp;postID=112603119130228897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112603119130228897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16154897/posts/default/112603119130228897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrswheezyfbaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/septmber-6-2005-i-dont-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayana2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278367579918323020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12995090928375576812'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>