<?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-729196695079359340</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:51.795-07:00</updated><category term='lego'/><title type='text'>marshall at five</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6714589943526325987</id><published>2008-02-21T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:59:26.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunar eclipse</title><content type='html'>I saw the biggest telescope. It was bigger than this room. The moon looks like Mars. And I got to see Mars. These guys told me how to see Mars. And it was two hours after I went to bed. And when my dad woke me, I got a soda. Not a Sprite soda, but a Root Beer Soda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-6714589943526325987?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6714589943526325987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6714589943526325987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6714589943526325987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6714589943526325987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar-eclipse.html' title='lunar eclipse'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1989084727766797249</id><published>2008-01-08T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:01:26.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>night time story telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Marshall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There once was this boy called Little Alfred. &lt;br /&gt;He saw what the lava looks like.  It kinda looks like jello.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he built a boat out of a palm tree and then he took a trip all the way around the world, like he built a tug boat actually, not out of wood.  He built it in a factory, because that was his work&lt;br /&gt;He went all the way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;He went to Tokyo, California, Kentuky, Indiana and everywhere.  And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for this little boy named,... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he forgot where he was and then he was on the moon.  He built a really special ship made out of legos.  And then, guess what?  Guess what?  He found out that there was buried ice, because of a comet.  He went all the way around the universe.  He travelled all the way... (this is crazy!)... he travelled to another place outside the universe, a parallel universe.  He even travelled infinity miles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stewart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time there was a Stewart named Joseph.  And he got to Stewart to the monster.  And Stewart cried in my room.  He got a boat.  A monster take his boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Marshall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sea monster."...&lt;br /&gt;"So, where was I?  Oh, his family went with Little Alfred.  It was a survival ship.  The space ship makes food, like this is a magic trick... it makes it from the ice from the planets. &lt;br /&gt;So, the family was named, um, Texas Johnason.  And, they met this alien. And then, the family got together and adopted the alien, like his brother.  The alien's name was Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stewart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time, there was Jimmy Johnson, 41, Jimmy Johnson.  He went in his car and then Stewart got hit by a car.  And he wants his mommy, and he want his daddy and mommy.  He go back to the race and then he go back to Japan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Marshall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they asked him if he wanted any corn.  He said,"Yes, I would.  I lived on the planet called Corn Field."  So what happened is that the ship crashed and it went through the thing and the people survived.  It was like a ship that ran forever and it never ran out of batteries or whatever.  It went through something and didn't get crashed.  It's like this special shield that keeps it from getting crashed.  And they lived on this ship forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stewart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time, Stewart got hit by a car and he want his mommy and daddy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1989084727766797249?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1989084727766797249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1989084727766797249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1989084727766797249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1989084727766797249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-time-story-telling.html' title='night time story telling'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6701101967963133469</id><published>2008-01-08T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:23:38.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>green screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R4Pi8SmblTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/q9iGys6gQ8U/s1600-h/Dec+2007+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153211924055037234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R4Pi8SmblTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/q9iGys6gQ8U/s200/Dec+2007+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They mix the two shots and it ends up with us in front of the picture and we're not really standing in front of the house. &lt;br /&gt;The background I would choose would be a volcano and the person would be climbing it.  And the lava would explode and the person would explode but not really because of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby invited me to his birthday party.  I said that it's great that he invited me to his birthday party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-6701101967963133469?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6701101967963133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6701101967963133469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6701101967963133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6701101967963133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2008/01/green-screen.html' title='green screen'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R4Pi8SmblTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/q9iGys6gQ8U/s72-c/Dec+2007+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3754613195844045493</id><published>2007-12-28T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:17:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I got for for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R3UdgymblHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UoN9XtmGqnw/s1600-h/Dec+2007+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149054198144013426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R3UdgymblHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UoN9XtmGqnw/s200/Dec+2007+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a RoboCar.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a Melody Harp. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Um, and, well, I really like my Melody Harp. And the Melody Harp, it plays a meatball song (On Top of Old Smokey).&lt;br /&gt;And also, I got a laser.&lt;br /&gt;I got legos for Christmas, too, and stickers, poster, a race track and rocket bullet thing, a balloon car, a fire truck and the piano thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d549162bf87a82b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d549162bf87a82b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2933913B11D664D768ABD49334C8E37DAB49C327.6AA5F7842E621AAB73A7BDA221D9E2F13BA86F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d549162bf87a82b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwJAZUqxxxm9tJ2Ev5SXWq8LPd-Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d549162bf87a82b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2933913B11D664D768ABD49334C8E37DAB49C327.6AA5F7842E621AAB73A7BDA221D9E2F13BA86F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d549162bf87a82b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwJAZUqxxxm9tJ2Ev5SXWq8LPd-Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3754613195844045493?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d549162bf87a82b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3754613195844045493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3754613195844045493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3754613195844045493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3754613195844045493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-got-for-for-christmas.html' title='what I got for for Christmas...'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R3UdgymblHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UoN9XtmGqnw/s72-c/Dec+2007+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7431891685210704809</id><published>2007-12-20T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:43:57.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Bar, Reeses Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2qyYCmblGI/AAAAAAAAA48/AF5fJHgP71s/s1600-h/pf_hsy_milkchoc_bar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146121650308879458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2qyYCmblGI/AAAAAAAAA48/AF5fJHgP71s/s200/pf_hsy_milkchoc_bar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw chocolate on the computer. We saw machines. It was really cool. It was chocolatey! Mocolatey! We looked at a website that shows where they make chocolate.  (&lt;a href="http://www.hersheys.com/"&gt;www.hersheys.com&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/729196695079359340-7431891685210704809?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7431891685210704809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7431891685210704809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7431891685210704809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7431891685210704809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/chocolate-bar-reeses-bar.html' title='Chocolate Bar, Reeses Bar'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2qyYCmblGI/AAAAAAAAA48/AF5fJHgP71s/s72-c/pf_hsy_milkchoc_bar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4246122330884973601</id><published>2007-12-14T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:55:59.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2MJRimblEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qbC9JKR6H40/s1600-h/Dec+2007+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143965396337660994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2MJRimblEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qbC9JKR6H40/s200/Dec+2007+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know what magic sand does Uncle Matt?  Well, it is stuff that floats, sticks to your finger and keeps dry when you touch it.  Isn't that cool Uncle Matt?  That's why I call it magic sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4246122330884973601?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4246122330884973601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4246122330884973601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4246122330884973601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4246122330884973601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/magic-sand.html' title='magic sand'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2MJRimblEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qbC9JKR6H40/s72-c/Dec+2007+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6697833601227283285</id><published>2007-12-12T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:11:48.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>robotic toy army thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2Alo65lLJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LYay7SbfLYc/s1600-h/Dec+2007+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143152159392869522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2Alo65lLJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LYay7SbfLYc/s200/Dec+2007+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I built a robot at the Children's Museum.  It was cool.  It just moved.  I built it with these things that had holes in them and you could poke them into the other holes like those lines down there, Uncle Matt and everybody.  It transformed into three things, a boat or a car or a flying thing. It can shoot missles and grenedes that are on fire.  And well, it can do nothing else besides those four things.  I get on it and control it.  Those orange things are the seat.  You go under there and then you can have a seat.&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-6697833601227283285?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6697833601227283285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6697833601227283285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6697833601227283285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6697833601227283285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/robotic-toy-army-thing.html' title='robotic toy army thing'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2Alo65lLJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LYay7SbfLYc/s72-c/Dec+2007+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2154340057798875076</id><published>2007-12-11T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:09:30.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R17DBK5lLHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZE1aN9bQuI4/s1600-h/Dec+2007+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762249376836722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R17DBK5lLHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZE1aN9bQuI4/s200/Dec+2007+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R17Cxa5lLGI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RISrRHKhVwI/s1600-h/Dec+2007+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142761978793897058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R17Cxa5lLGI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RISrRHKhVwI/s200/Dec+2007+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the new library.  I took a picture of the cafe.  There are cookies there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part was the theatre.  You get to act out your own stories there.  There were these places called the Group Club.  You get to, um, I can't remember.  Then there were these things like whoopie cushions, pods to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-2154340057798875076?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2154340057798875076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2154340057798875076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2154340057798875076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2154340057798875076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-library.html' title='new library'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R17DBK5lLHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZE1aN9bQuI4/s72-c/Dec+2007+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2356287044467614997</id><published>2007-12-10T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:25:00.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food restaurant "boys always go first"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2AzUq5lLKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bgmSxEcw4rw/s1600-h/Dec+2007+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143167204663307426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2AzUq5lLKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bgmSxEcw4rw/s200/Dec+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is a meal; apple pie and clementines and squash and bologna sandwich and cucumber.  It is delicious, it's scrumptuous.  I made it out of playdough.  I think the apple pie is the best.  But the squash... yeee, yuck.  And the cucumber and apple pie... YUUUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I made it with Katherine.  My mind made it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only boys go to this restaurant.  Girls don't go there because its all painted Nascar and doppermans and that's boys stuff and fast cars and soldiers.  And they have parsnips at that restaurant and he never orders parsnips.  Hey mommy, how about the next meal we make, how about this... we make "parsnips"(whispers) for Paw.  We'll dare him to eat it, we'll force him.  Because Uncle Matt always gives Paw a poke on the rib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-2356287044467614997?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2356287044467614997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2356287044467614997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2356287044467614997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2356287044467614997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/food-restaurant-boys-always-go-first.html' title='food restaurant &quot;boys always go first&quot;'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R2AzUq5lLKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bgmSxEcw4rw/s72-c/Dec+2007+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8913191436880992186</id><published>2007-12-08T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:27:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies dancing and prancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1rFw65lLCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4Ig5WwIpaG8/s1600-h/Dec+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141639368832003106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1rFw65lLCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4Ig5WwIpaG8/s200/Dec+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw a performance yesterday and they put this blue glittery stuff on this clear bags and they pulled a string and they put this glittery stuff on the bags, and they pulled the bags up and up and up and up, like the sky. Up above the rock and the rock held it up and they turned the lights off and then the girls turned some flashlights on and went behind the bag that was made out of of the sky and they turned flashlights on and they looked like stars twinkling in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They looked like fairies. They were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put a blue picture on because they put blue glitter on. Did you see where they pulled that up? The glitter came down slowly, like fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8913191436880992186?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8913191436880992186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8913191436880992186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8913191436880992186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8913191436880992186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/ladies-dancing-and-prancing.html' title='ladies dancing and prancing'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1rFw65lLCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4Ig5WwIpaG8/s72-c/Dec+2007+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4000586363351834503</id><published>2007-12-06T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:45:07.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart Pulled Back a Muscle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1g9465lLAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sqqRJFNfLoQ/s1600-h/Dec+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140927022736157698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1g9465lLAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sqqRJFNfLoQ/s200/Dec+2007+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stewart pulled his muscle back. I'm sorry, Uncle Matt, but he did. He pulled back an ear muscle. And then we took him to the Emergency Room at the hospital. I'm sorry, but we did. And then they came back last night. And Stewart was feeling alright today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1g8sa5lK_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/vYWKE-wPiQI/s1600-h/Dec+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-4000586363351834503?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4000586363351834503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4000586363351834503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4000586363351834503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4000586363351834503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/stewart-pulled-back-muscle.html' title='Stewart Pulled Back a Muscle'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1g9465lLAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sqqRJFNfLoQ/s72-c/Dec+2007+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-545986240606151920</id><published>2007-12-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:33:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>special christmas tree ornaments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1bQe65lK-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/nqguCzD3H64/s1600-h/Dec+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140525254315420642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1bQe65lK-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/nqguCzD3H64/s200/Dec+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Frank's Nursery to go get our Christmas tree.  And also, we decorated it.  Here's a picture Uncle Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt , and also, it was fun getting our Christmas tree.  It was really late at night when we got our Christmas Tree.  It was like 2 hours past our bed time.  It was fun decorating our tree.&lt;br /&gt;There were roses inside the Christmas tree garden.  We we went by the pointsettia roses and were playing there.  It was really cold that night.&lt;br /&gt;This was a true story.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart says:&lt;br /&gt;"We see the fireworks.  Look at our tree Uncle Matt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-545986240606151920?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/545986240606151920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=545986240606151920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/545986240606151920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/545986240606151920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/12/special-christmas-tree-ornaments.html' title='special christmas tree ornaments'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1bQe65lK-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/nqguCzD3H64/s72-c/Dec+2007+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8367370623825520067</id><published>2007-11-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:22:29.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum Fun Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRFUZAxqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/QO_lQOiLSsc/s1600-R/Nov+2007+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138696326644549282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRFUZAxqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/1Paaehvf_jY/s200/Nov+2007+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Igi07uVsIak/s1600-R/Nov+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138696687421802162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rIEpv5CH8Xg/s200/Nov+2007+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to the museum today. It was fun. The slide was fun. I liked it. It was so cool. I went to the snow castle exhibit. It was so fun. Uncle Matt, you should go to the snow castle exhibit when you get back. I hope I can throw snowballs at you. And play in the pool. I built bricks over this fort thing under the snow castle. And there were these little figures in the window. And I stared at them and stared at them until I helped them get some more snow blocks. And also we saw one of our friends there. We saw Harper's mom. I heard "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" on a speaker at the museum. Uncle Matt, do you know the museum. It's a fun place. Do you know it?  That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Igi07uVsIak/s1600-R/Nov+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Igi07uVsIak/s1600-R/Nov+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Igi07uVsIak/s1600-R/Nov+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRaUZAxrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Igi07uVsIak/s1600-R/Nov+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/729196695079359340-8367370623825520067?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8367370623825520067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8367370623825520067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8367370623825520067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8367370623825520067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/museum-fun-trip.html' title='Museum Fun Trip'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R1BRFUZAxqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/1Paaehvf_jY/s72-c/Nov+2007+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1129131903950608024</id><published>2007-11-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:04:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fun. I painted with Katherine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R08MN0ZAxpI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kr8ITGA8pj0/s1600-h/Nov+2007+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339131394410130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R08MN0ZAxpI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kr8ITGA8pj0/s200/Nov+2007+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I painted with Katherine. It was fun! It was cool! It was awesome! It was amazing! It was exciting!&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-1129131903950608024?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1129131903950608024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1129131903950608024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1129131903950608024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1129131903950608024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-fun-i-painted-with-katherine.html' title='It was fun. I painted with Katherine.'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R08MN0ZAxpI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kr8ITGA8pj0/s72-c/Nov+2007+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2624542794806535393</id><published>2007-11-29T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:55:22.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel screamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R07Q5kZAxoI/AAAAAAAAA18/kqGBAHxpHRg/s1600-h/Nov+2007+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138273912316020354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R07Q5kZAxoI/AAAAAAAAA18/kqGBAHxpHRg/s200/Nov+2007+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kiaah, giyu, kiyu, ka, kau, kaaa, ikah, kiaah.&lt;br /&gt;That's how Nigel screams Uncle Matt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie at the zoo and Uncle David said, "Sack of potatoes, sack of potatoes"  and Uncle David said, "Whaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time playing with Nigel like that.  He was going, "kiaah, giaahh, kiaah!"  He was standing and he was pushing himself up on the chair by the train table.    It's in the green room now, where you used to sleep and where we used to jump on you.  The train table is our lego table now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2624542794806535393?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2624542794806535393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2624542794806535393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2624542794806535393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2624542794806535393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/nigel-screamed.html' title='Nigel screamed'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R07Q5kZAxoI/AAAAAAAAA18/kqGBAHxpHRg/s72-c/Nov+2007+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8749758346635810517</id><published>2007-11-27T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:46:15.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lego'/><title type='text'>Lego Vision Rescuers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0wcf0ZAxnI/AAAAAAAAA10/y1HmYhEH9-c/s1600-h/Nov+2007+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137512607887967858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0wcf0ZAxnI/AAAAAAAAA10/y1HmYhEH9-c/s200/Nov+2007+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once there was 10 little men, and they were rescuers.  They had shooters on their car.  They're pointing at you, Uncle Matt, so be careful.  Maybe you can play it with us next summer.  Nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;The rescuers were everything's rescuers.  They rescued everything in the whole world.  They rescue alive stuff but they don't rescue dead stuff, because they're already dead.&lt;br /&gt;They have this guy who has a propeller on his head so he can save people from bad people.  They shoot guns at people.  They're supposed to get bad guys.  If they find someone who's hurt and sick they put special powers into them through their weapons.&lt;br /&gt;The one guy has laser vision and he finds somebody with these things right here and then he turns his head over, like this, and then he shoots his laser vision and it explodes and then fire runs over bad guys (guy with grey wheel-well on his head).&lt;br /&gt;Bldeu, Bldew... he's bending his whole head over and he's shooting your camera.  I got your camera, mom.  Now your camera is shooted to peices.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this is a pretend story.&lt;br /&gt;Author: Marshall&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8749758346635810517?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8749758346635810517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8749758346635810517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8749758346635810517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8749758346635810517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/lego-vision-rescuers.html' title='Lego Vision Rescuers'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0wcf0ZAxnI/AAAAAAAAA10/y1HmYhEH9-c/s72-c/Nov+2007+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2904542604456503923</id><published>2007-11-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:51:29.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first cow I petted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0cCul0FbpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7QuE0K2my-8/s1600-h/Nov+2007+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136076899487149714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0cCul0FbpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7QuE0K2my-8/s200/Nov+2007+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked petting the cows.  It was fun. It was cute.  They were baby cows.&lt;br /&gt;We were at Traders Point and we got our turkey.  When we got a turkey it was dead and not alive.   When you gave it a touch it was not crying.   &lt;br /&gt;I liked Traders Point but we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;When we said goodbye to Joe.&lt;br /&gt;(just trying to make a rhyme Uncle Matt)&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2904542604456503923?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2904542604456503923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2904542604456503923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2904542604456503923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2904542604456503923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-cow-i-petted.html' title='the first cow I petted'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0cCul0FbpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7QuE0K2my-8/s72-c/Nov+2007+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8130089763220788869</id><published>2007-11-23T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:37:35.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mask-ing-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0b_6V0FboI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d986FVWIMhg/s1600-h/Nov+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136073802815729282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0b_6V0FboI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d986FVWIMhg/s200/Nov+2007+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have an idea. Maybe we can make masks with stiches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called an alien monster and it has two-hundred eyes. It has stiches on it and it has some googely eyes and it has a scary face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created it with tape for the stiches and I taped some sticks on. Then I used the googley eyes by coloring them and I cut the face out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was building something else and then I said, " I know... I want to build a mask too." (my brain said that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's is a ghost. I made it for him. He's saying, "Oooohh, Booooo, Booowhooo" (said in a scary voice). His eyes were big and mine were small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I want to say, Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8130089763220788869?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8130089763220788869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8130089763220788869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8130089763220788869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8130089763220788869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/mask-ing-o.html' title='mask-ing-o'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0b_6V0FboI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d986FVWIMhg/s72-c/Nov+2007+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3789597438021960516</id><published>2007-11-19T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:25:16.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0HU2F0FbkI/AAAAAAAAA00/1Xu4MGw2pQA/s1600-h/Nov+2007+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134619075917737538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/R0HU2F0FbkI/AAAAAAAAA00/1Xu4MGw2pQA/s200/Nov+2007+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at Uncle Phil's farm with Uncle Phil and Pa Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the tractor and I even got to drive on the tractor. We drove in the fields. I know that he grows tomatos and popcorn. He sells them to the store, of course. And that was fun. I loved it. It was cool. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I got to ride on the airplane. Uncle Phil drove the airplane. We flew by daddy's old office and I saw lot's of cars, (it must have been Thanksgiving) and houses. What a beautiful view. You should have seen it mommy. There should have been another seat for you and Nigel. We didn't have a seatbelt. We flew over the lake, you know where we used to have parties and fireworks and parachute fireworks that shooted parachutes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I got to see the pigs. I just saw them when I was out of the pig barn when I looked inside. I went in the pig barn and I petted the pigs too. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4ZK10FbhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/e_-nqUISBt4/s200/Nov+2007+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4WKV0FbgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/uyjZIQ2A49k/s1600-h/Nov+2007+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133564992159051266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4WKV0FbgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/uyjZIQ2A49k/s200/Nov+2007+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4VfV0FbfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TPaUz4CJ9Uc/s1600-h/Nov+2007+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4VNF0FbeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q6d9vK8xAQ0/s1600-h/Nov+2007+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133563939892063714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4VNF0FbeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q6d9vK8xAQ0/s200/Nov+2007+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4U8V0FbdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0bPdJAcsrgs/s1600-h/Nov+2007+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133563652129254866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4U8V0FbdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0bPdJAcsrgs/s200/Nov+2007+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katherine and I made a cake for mama.&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/729196695079359340-8833191462133454273?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8833191462133454273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8833191462133454273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8833191462133454273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8833191462133454273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-cake.html' title='mama cake'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rz4ZK10FbhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/e_-nqUISBt4/s72-c/Nov+2007+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1045327730419085928</id><published>2007-11-16T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:03:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three little pigs</title><content type='html'>One time, three little pigs made a house.  The first little pig made it of hay.&lt;br /&gt;And a big bad wolf came over and huffed and puffed and blew the house down.&lt;br /&gt;The third little pig said, "I think I'm gonna build a big house made out of brick."&lt;br /&gt;And the big, bad wolf came over and huffed and puffed and didn't blow the house down.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this is a pretend story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1045327730419085928?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1045327730419085928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1045327730419085928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1045327730419085928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1045327730419085928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/three-little-pigs.html' title='the three little pigs'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6575562530986678545</id><published>2007-11-15T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:30:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmy Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzydFl0FbUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/BPFN4pzeenI/s1600-h/Nov+2007+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133150394671000898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzydFl0FbUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/BPFN4pzeenI/s200/Nov+2007+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzydTl0FbVI/AAAAAAAAAzE/n7-vTxkgWY8/s1600-h/Nov+2007+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133150635189169490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzydTl0FbVI/AAAAAAAAAzE/n7-vTxkgWY8/s200/Nov+2007+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was a fun day drawing these pictures, Uncle Matt. And also, it was like awesome, like so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are of farms. I like them. They're so cool. Ok, that's all I want to say, Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-6575562530986678545?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6575562530986678545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6575562530986678545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6575562530986678545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6575562530986678545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/farmy-animals.html' title='Farmy Animals'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzydFl0FbUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/BPFN4pzeenI/s72-c/Nov+2007+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4859218108386169431</id><published>2007-11-14T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:59:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RztgB8e54nI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ow2wH4F-_bM/s1600-h/Nov+2007+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132801786850697842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RztgB8e54nI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ow2wH4F-_bM/s200/Nov+2007+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went outside and I found a rock with slugs on it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a drawing of a rock.  There are 47 rocks and another big rock.  I'm reaching for the rock because I wanted to see it. (1 hand and 2 slugs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4859218108386169431?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4859218108386169431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4859218108386169431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4859218108386169431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4859218108386169431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/rock.html' title='rock'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RztgB8e54nI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ow2wH4F-_bM/s72-c/Nov+2007+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-208195226653528384</id><published>2007-11-14T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:50:40.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rztdp8e54mI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Ll3UmVCsQJY/s1600-h/Nov+2007+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132799175510581858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rztdp8e54mI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Ll3UmVCsQJY/s200/Nov+2007+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked holding the berry. It was cool. It was fun. It was awesome because it was like a pod, a pea pod.  It was like a seed. &lt;br /&gt;You can see on this picture Uncle Matt.  Look very closely at the berry.&lt;br /&gt;It came from the burning bush.  Not the burning bush in the Bible, but the burning bush in our front yard.  Also, when you come over here, you'll realize why it's called the burning bush, because it's red.  That's why you'll realize, it has red leaves on it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not always red, Uncle Matt.  Because it's almost winter and there's less chlorophyl.  It's because there's less light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-208195226653528384?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/208195226653528384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=208195226653528384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/208195226653528384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/208195226653528384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/berry.html' title='berry'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rztdp8e54mI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Ll3UmVCsQJY/s72-c/Nov+2007+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7474114972972053658</id><published>2007-11-12T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:18:44.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing magic tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rzhdq6RwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/i8X1P_Ngdf8/s1600-h/Nov+2007+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131954767168300882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rzhdq6RwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/i8X1P_Ngdf8/s200/Nov+2007+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe said that she couldn't balance things on her head in school.  A little bit of magic helped and she did it, she really did.  She balanced a magic wand.&lt;br /&gt;I liked doing magic tricks and I was proud of myself.  I did the magic tricks when my mommy and daddy were on a date.  I balanced a magic wand on my head.  And also, I disappeared my thumb and fixed it back.  Do you know how I did that?  I hid my thumb behind my fingers.  You never would have known.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7474114972972053658?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7474114972972053658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7474114972972053658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7474114972972053658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7474114972972053658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/balancing-magic-tricks.html' title='balancing magic tricks'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rzhdq6RwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/i8X1P_Ngdf8/s72-c/Nov+2007+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1275234632636061929</id><published>2007-11-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:50:52.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheuwww, pcheuu, kiuw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyhKRwZwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bZa_RRGpkKs/s1600-h/Nov+2007+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130851789501916930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyhKRwZwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bZa_RRGpkKs/s200/Nov+2007+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyRqRwZvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tmsEkA9YrOc/s1600-h/Nov+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130851523213944562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyRqRwZvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tmsEkA9YrOc/s200/Nov+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyB6RwZuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/GAA1T_kiWGY/s1600-h/Nov+2007+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130851252631004898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyB6RwZuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/GAA1T_kiWGY/s200/Nov+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You get the biggest star mom. Because your'e the biggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make a gun for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cookie Cutter! You can cut people with this baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pcheu, pchew, pchew, pcheu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this one for you. It's an asteroid blaster. And if you hook this together, then, attach it to this, it will shoot stars and asteroids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars and Asteroids, Connect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is a problem... mom? Hold on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's shooting cookie cutters at me! Uh, Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pchew, pcheu, chew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bout this radar! How about this Radar Guy. Wanna peice of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheu, pchewwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should blast him now, mom." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Why should I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because he's a bad guy defending him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I fix my gun for a minute?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Yeah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now it has protection. Now take it off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart, can I fix your cookie cutter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Yeah. Cookie Monster!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, now you have protection on yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, lets get up and fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;pewchew, pcheu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Now I got you. There!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys: "Grrrah!"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I'll fix that for you. Oh you want it a different way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pchew, kchiew, kchieu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the last time..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "You're blue one., you're blue one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't need that one."&lt;br /&gt;Stewart: "Otay. Now, time out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's take a rest, a nap."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Long Silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Let's fight now. This cookie monster!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, we're not done with our rest. Can I fix my gun a little?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "Let's fight now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart: "We gotta go sleep. Go sleep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Common and take a rest with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you broke my way!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rest in their "cabin" leads way to rolling off the bed and wrestling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-1275234632636061929?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1275234632636061929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1275234632636061929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1275234632636061929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1275234632636061929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/cheuwww-pcheuu-kiuw.html' title='cheuwww, pcheuu, kiuw!'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzRyhKRwZwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bZa_RRGpkKs/s72-c/Nov+2007+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-384129895586192441</id><published>2007-11-08T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:10:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolatey Express</title><content type='html'>We went to Farmer Brown's farm today.  We saw the chickens and even we got to pet them today.  Also, we got to go to their house.  Do you know what they gave to us at their house?  They gave us hot chocolate and cheesy grilled sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;We saw cows and lambs.  We went into the barn and saw the tractors and the bees...(dead bees).  And also alive bumble bees.  We got to try the tractor for pretend.  Their barn was over 100 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart says:&lt;br /&gt;"Nigel went with us."&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzOHB6RwZrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IP9a1XZ_gPM/s1600-h/Nov+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130592867398477490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzOHB6RwZrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IP9a1XZ_gPM/s200/Nov+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-384129895586192441?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/384129895586192441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=384129895586192441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/384129895586192441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/384129895586192441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/hot-chocolatey-express.html' title='Hot Chocolatey Express'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzOHB6RwZrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IP9a1XZ_gPM/s72-c/Nov+2007+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6789209558970960059</id><published>2007-11-07T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:07:43.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing doggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzHCdKUIpNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GOhW49zJpUw/s1600-h/Nov+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130095256792507602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzHCdKUIpNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GOhW49zJpUw/s200/Nov+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Matt, we went to the apple orchard yesterday. There were dogs there. We chased the dogs. There were two dogs, one was black and one was white. I liked chasing those dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were down in a hole and trying to catch a cat or something. Stewart chased the doggie through the forest and into the neighbors yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we saw a Sassafras tree. We smelled a little smell inside the stem. Something was inside the stem of the leaf. It smelled like sour stuff inside a leaf. That's how they make root beer, out of a Sassafras tree. Mommy knew it was a sassafras tree. Do you know how? One leaf was shaped like a football, one like a ghost and one was shaped like a glove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewart's story about the chesnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I walked on them, on myself. Yuko carry me. So, I stepped on them. I was crying."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzHGiqUIpOI/AAAAAAAAAws/VajUpR7WjLc/s1600-h/Nov+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130099749328299234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzHGiqUIpOI/AAAAAAAAAws/VajUpR7WjLc/s200/Nov+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-6789209558970960059?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6789209558970960059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6789209558970960059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6789209558970960059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6789209558970960059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/chasing-doggies.html' title='chasing doggies'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzHCdKUIpNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GOhW49zJpUw/s72-c/Nov+2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2615960113713918109</id><published>2007-11-06T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T06:10:44.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dairy farm nature walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB0lqUIpKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/R4baxy2Vemg/s1600-h/Nov+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728165937718434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB0lqUIpKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/R4baxy2Vemg/s200/Nov+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB0z6UIpLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Cn-Lc1r2-X4/s1600-h/Nov+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728410750854322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB0z6UIpLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Cn-Lc1r2-X4/s200/Nov+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, Uncle Matt, the picture of the battery it's so the cows... they hook it to the wire. Do you know why they want to hook it to the wire? Because it makes it a little electric and then the cows will just get a little shocked and then they won't go the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a dairy farm...Trader's Point Dairy Farm. We saw baby cows and big cows and "cock- a -doodle-do" roosters, I mean hens.&lt;br /&gt;We ran, we stood there and we walked. We went a long way. We went through the forest around the pasture and saw poison ivy and hedge apples. The lady told us that you shouldn't eat hedge apples, that you can just look at them. We saw a cocoon on some bark too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzBywqUIpJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/PEdoTdgD0V8/s1600-h/Nov+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB1DKUIpMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/13twVGiLkDU/s1600-h/Nov+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728672743859394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB1DKUIpMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/13twVGiLkDU/s200/Nov+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got some chocolate milk and cottage cheese. And after a while, after I ate, I got a tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, I forgot to tell you something... call me. I love you, Uncle Matt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2615960113713918109?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2615960113713918109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2615960113713918109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2615960113713918109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2615960113713918109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/dairy-farm-nature-walk.html' title='dairy farm nature walk'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RzB0lqUIpKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/R4baxy2Vemg/s72-c/Nov+2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2207392255211761300</id><published>2007-11-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:22:42.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last soccer game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ry43jaUIpFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/r63JgDofXJg/s1600-h/Novt+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129098107120297042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ry43jaUIpFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/r63JgDofXJg/s200/Novt+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Uncle Matt, I was in third place out of all the people in my soccer game. My dad told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I want to tell you something. You'll be really proud of me for this. I kicked the ball accross the field like 100 times. I was proud of myself when I kicked it. I was trying to control the ball from the people not on my team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year, when I'm kicking the ball accross, I'll pass it to one of my teamates so they can can do the work for me. One time we had a tie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I want to say, Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, yeah, go, go, yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, yeah, go, go, yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't get around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll go out of town."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Matt, isn't that a cool song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-2207392255211761300?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2207392255211761300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2207392255211761300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2207392255211761300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2207392255211761300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-soccer-game.html' title='last soccer game'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ry43jaUIpFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/r63JgDofXJg/s72-c/Novt+2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2224489227007200059</id><published>2007-11-02T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:27:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RytqWKUIpDI/AAAAAAAAAvU/-vmvK0Y3QKs/s1600-h/Oct+2007+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128309529649914930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RytqWKUIpDI/AAAAAAAAAvU/-vmvK0Y3QKs/s200/Oct+2007+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drew this picture, Uncle Matt. My picture is this king and queen that lived in this cloud castle. And, well, a ghost moved in when the prince and princess moved. And you see all the spider webs,   Uncle Mat&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RytqHaUIpCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/YsUMGexnue0/s1600-h/Oct+2007+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128309276246844450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RytqHaUIpCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/YsUMGexnue0/s200/Oct+2007+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t? Well, that's my story for today, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, this is a picture of me and Katherine. It's somebody that you don't know. Katherine got hurt. What happened to you, Katherine? She hurt her  foot. We are holding her crutches in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-2224489227007200059?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2224489227007200059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2224489227007200059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2224489227007200059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2224489227007200059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture.html' title='PICTURE'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RytqWKUIpDI/AAAAAAAAAvU/-vmvK0Y3QKs/s72-c/Oct+2007+266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8040794589044621801</id><published>2007-11-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:28:48.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn6dKUIpAI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5GgBO6g1P2c/s1600-h/Oct+2007+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127905029629977602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn6dKUIpAI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5GgBO6g1P2c/s200/Oct+2007+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn6F6UIo_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Nm4PlEUvrcA/s1600-h/Oct+2007+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127904630198019058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn6F6UIo_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Nm4PlEUvrcA/s200/Oct+2007+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn54KUIo-I/AAAAAAAAAus/LDkiwzvBgFw/s1600-h/Oct+2007+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127904393974817762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn54KUIo-I/AAAAAAAAAus/LDkiwzvBgFw/s200/Oct+2007+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a fun time at Halloween last night, Uncle Matt. I was were dressed up as a robot. My name was Robotic Man&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn67qUIpBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/L1xEN1hzSFI/s1600-h/Oct+2007+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127905553615987730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn67qUIpBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/L1xEN1hzSFI/s200/Oct+2007+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Uncle Matt. Stewart was Robo Boy and Nigel was Robo Baby. I went to the square to get candy. All the shopkeepers gave me candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, I went with my friends, Josie, Nora, Moses and Tess. Uncle Matt, do you remember seeing Josie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun trick-or-treating downtown and here. People came here to trick-or-treat. Maybe 86 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made eyeball stew (said in a scary voice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Uncle Matt, Happy Halloween. Also, my mama said to say, "Happy November!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8040794589044621801?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8040794589044621801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8040794589044621801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8040794589044621801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8040794589044621801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-fun-time-at-halloween-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ryn6dKUIpAI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5GgBO6g1P2c/s72-c/Oct+2007+251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5274480535647858024</id><published>2007-10-30T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:57:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RycpfqUIo6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OLa3Egj0nkM/s1600-h/Oct+2007+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127112324696023970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RycpfqUIo6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OLa3Egj0nkM/s200/Oct+2007+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nigel's drool is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;It looks really "mule".&lt;br /&gt;When it goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my poem. &lt;br /&gt;Unlce Matt, do you like my poem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5274480535647858024?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5274480535647858024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5274480535647858024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5274480535647858024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5274480535647858024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RycpfqUIo6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OLa3Egj0nkM/s72-c/Oct+2007+235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7322052881810645219</id><published>2007-10-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:02:37.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary haunted house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXYyKUIo5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3NuNP0f88z8/s1600-h/Oct+2007+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126742107105043346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXYyKUIo5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3NuNP0f88z8/s200/Oct+2007+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Uncle Matt, Our house looks like a haunted house. Doesn't it?  With the scary scarecrow, and you can see lights. Those are our jack-o-lanterns.  We carved our own jack-o-lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, our house looks spooky inside because of those things (ghost heads).  We're going to eat stichers.  They crawl all around our house.  They are things that we eat on "Halloweeeeeen Niyght" (said in a spooky voice).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7322052881810645219?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7322052881810645219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7322052881810645219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7322052881810645219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7322052881810645219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/scary-haunted-house.html' title='scary haunted house'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXYyKUIo5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3NuNP0f88z8/s72-c/Oct+2007+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-9081822441240750012</id><published>2007-10-29T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:53:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumkin orchard</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a fun time at the apple orchard.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXWhqUIo4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/XocNIePgcPQ/s1600-h/pumkin+run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126739624613946242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXWhqUIo4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/XocNIePgcPQ/s200/pumkin+run.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   We ran around and there was a park. At the end Stewart ran into the hay maze and I caught him and I told him he could go the rest of the way through.  I picked pumkins and I went way out there by myself Uncle Matt, can you beleive it?  We got 4 pumkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXTfaUIo3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/eYYB5OKdPqk/s1600-h/Oct+2007+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-9081822441240750012?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9081822441240750012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=9081822441240750012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9081822441240750012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9081822441240750012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumkin-orchard.html' title='pumkin orchard'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXWhqUIo4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/XocNIePgcPQ/s72-c/pumkin+run.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8811513460623265550</id><published>2007-10-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:30:24.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXR06UIo2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XmsEjWHUvHU/s1600-h/Oct+2007+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126734457768289122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXR06UIo2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XmsEjWHUvHU/s200/Oct+2007+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18a34a90d0fb4895" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18a34a90d0fb4895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A37F0E93413C9BDCC34717C2F119F7A509739F.4DC915EBE81D75604456359EC1134D1DE98465D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18a34a90d0fb4895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du02lne8_Uwo5yKiFyZ1HdBl0Qwc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18a34a90d0fb4895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A37F0E93413C9BDCC34717C2F119F7A509739F.4DC915EBE81D75604456359EC1134D1DE98465D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18a34a90d0fb4895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du02lne8_Uwo5yKiFyZ1HdBl0Qwc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It was fun making donuts at my grandpa's and grandma's house.  I liked dipping them in icing because I got to lick my fingers.  I liked the vanilla ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8811513460623265550?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18a34a90d0fb4895&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8811513460623265550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8811513460623265550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8811513460623265550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8811513460623265550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-donuts.html' title='making donuts'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyXR06UIo2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XmsEjWHUvHU/s72-c/Oct+2007+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2324642205215550091</id><published>2007-10-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:55:14.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider World class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyHfEaUIomI/AAAAAAAAArw/EzUxOKehdzg/s1600-h/Oct+2007+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125623117800579682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyHfEaUIomI/AAAAAAAAArw/EzUxOKehdzg/s200/Oct+2007+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time at Spider World Class. I did lots of fun things like make these spiders over here. One has 8 eyes and one has 9. I made webs too, I just made them there. We don't have pictures of the webs.&lt;br /&gt;Arachnids are another name for spiders.&lt;br /&gt;Oh bummer! I was supposed to put another one of those furry stuff on it's head because I lost one and it fell off, they were just glued. It fell off in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Their names are, Michael and Joshua. Michael is the one with the green smile.&lt;br /&gt;Actually they had buckets of spiders. Real spiders in them. The first one was a tarantula, the second one was a banana, and the third one was a jumping spider. The banana one was the one that I think we saw in our garden. But they're not dangerous. Actually they don't have any bites, only if you smack them or flick them off. But that spider, when I touched it, it jumped on. It jumped on my shoe, and I flicked it off with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;The banana spider was like this big (cups his hand), or maybe as big as my palm. The tarantula was as big as my fist. The jumping spider was called a monkey spider. They told us all of them were from the biggest jungle in the world (that I thought of). In the country California. Yeah, they told me it was from Costa Rica. Yes, the other one was from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;They live in trees.  One of them lives in the ground.  The tarantula does.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2324642205215550091?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2324642205215550091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2324642205215550091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2324642205215550091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2324642205215550091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/spider-world-class.html' title='Spider World class'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyHfEaUIomI/AAAAAAAAArw/EzUxOKehdzg/s72-c/Oct+2007+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6071053084987827390</id><published>2007-10-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:22:10.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart, we're going to see some scary monsters today. So watch out. Are you ready to take cover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyCJrKUIokI/AAAAAAAAArg/_0oTslrhPlg/s1600-h/Oct+2007+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125247750543811138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyCJrKUIokI/AAAAAAAAArg/_0oTslrhPlg/s200/Oct+2007+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyCGOKUIoiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/snt21c96_z0/s1600-h/Oct+2007+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125243953792721442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyCGOKUIoiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/snt21c96_z0/s200/Oct+2007+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I like playing at the Monster Manor. Stewart was scared when he first got in, but now he's not (maybe). If he's scared, we'll just comfort him and say Mama's here, and Marshall and Nigel's here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the Monster Manor from last year. Oh, Uncle Matt, you should have been there! I remember that we went in a rolling bush thing. It was like crazy, dude. We walked through it and it felt wobly, like we were spinning around. It made me dizzy, like crazy, man, CRAZY! We will never go on that path again. (Oh, I was just kidding, we will.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scared you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peuw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(funny ryhme isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Uncle Matt, that's all. Uncle Matt, I forgot something... call me!&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/729196695079359340-6071053084987827390?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6071053084987827390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6071053084987827390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6071053084987827390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6071053084987827390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/stewart-were-going-to-see-some-scary.html' title='Stewart, we&apos;re going to see some scary monsters today. So watch out. Are you ready to take cover?'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RyCJrKUIokI/AAAAAAAAArg/_0oTslrhPlg/s72-c/Oct+2007+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2644126798287057045</id><published>2007-10-23T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:45:14.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx5_XJyn3cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/40BE9YFview/s1600-h/Oct+2007+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124673461736168898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx5_XJyn3cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/40BE9YFview/s200/Oct+2007+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx6VG5yn3fI/AAAAAAAAArA/In8Nxa0V7uU/s1600-h/Oct+2007+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124697371819105778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx6VG5yn3fI/AAAAAAAAArA/In8Nxa0V7uU/s200/Oct+2007+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124670493913767314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx58qZyn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mIAJrqcQjMg/s200/Oct+2007+166.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx5_r5yn3dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/k5atyHoY1XU/s1600-h/Oct+2007+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124673818218454482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx5_r5yn3dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/k5atyHoY1XU/s200/Oct+2007+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the experiment at 8:34. We took pictures of this tree. This isn't a real tree it's an experiment. Oh you'll think it is, but it's not a real tree. It started out with nothing on the branches. It grew into the picture you see. We wanted to see what it was made of. So, we looked in the microscope. It looked like little hairs. I had an idea to take a picture through the microscope. My dad says these are crystals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2644126798287057045?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2644126798287057045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2644126798287057045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2644126798287057045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2644126798287057045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-started-experiment-at-834.html' title='crystal tree'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx5_XJyn3cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/40BE9YFview/s72-c/Oct+2007+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8022215522937066964</id><published>2007-10-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:18:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forest center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx3wg5yn3UI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0txe5rWoFWQ/s1600-h/Oct+2007+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124516399077121346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx3wg5yn3UI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0txe5rWoFWQ/s200/Oct+2007+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx3wRJyn3TI/AAAAAAAAAps/tM98FnuY9zk/s1600-h/Oct+2007+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124516128494181682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx3wRJyn3TI/AAAAAAAAAps/tM98FnuY9zk/s200/Oct+2007+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;You see that (picture 1)? That's a lake. I know it looks like wood, but it isn't. You see that water running there? Look very closely. That water was running inside ther forest center. Not outside, but inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one (picture 2) looks like it's night but it's not. Because of the lights in the background. Look very closely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how it all began. An inside forest. It was 2 hours from our house. We went to the Forest Discovery Center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plant is where all these machines come out. We were on the bridge and they were under us. There were forklifts, and rollers. And the wood peice comes out of metal sawer and then it squeezes through. We followed the blue arrows all the way through.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx30FZyn3WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/IkezFPWAMNY/s1600-h/Oct+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124520324677229922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx30FZyn3WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/IkezFPWAMNY/s200/Oct+2007+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This picture (3) has sawdust in it.  The sawdust comes from the plant.  They press it together and make boards out of it.&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/729196695079359340-8022215522937066964?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8022215522937066964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8022215522937066964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8022215522937066964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8022215522937066964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/forest-center.html' title='forest center'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rx3wg5yn3UI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0txe5rWoFWQ/s72-c/Oct+2007+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1543898366590860895</id><published>2007-10-22T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:52:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just like my soccer ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxyNg5yn3SI/AAAAAAAAApk/XJSOEWiSvNA/s1600-h/Oct+2007+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124126072449260834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxyNg5yn3SI/AAAAAAAAApk/XJSOEWiSvNA/s200/Oct+2007+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kicked the soccer ball all the way accross the field.  Can you believe it Uncle Matt?  Will you call me Uncle Matt?&lt;br /&gt;And I almost made a goal.  It was a miracle.  Wasn't it crazy.  And I just barely made it.  Stewart kicked the ball across the soccer field while they were playing.  And we screamed at him from the other side.  And we went over there to get him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1543898366590860895?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1543898366590860895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1543898366590860895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1543898366590860895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1543898366590860895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-like-my-soccer-ball.html' title='just like my soccer ball'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxyNg5yn3SI/AAAAAAAAApk/XJSOEWiSvNA/s72-c/Oct+2007+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4639616777555071835</id><published>2007-10-19T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:38:44.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big, big, big, giant, humungous tree hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rxi7GJyn3NI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3LK7ewNjo4g/s1600-h/redwood+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123050290515795154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rxi7GJyn3NI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3LK7ewNjo4g/s200/redwood+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The tree hole wasn't big enough for humans. We saw a tree hole and we thought an owl lived in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this picture we found.   A car is running through a hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4639616777555071835?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4639616777555071835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4639616777555071835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4639616777555071835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4639616777555071835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-big-big-giant-humungous-tree-hole.html' title='big, big, big, giant, humungous tree hole'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rxi7GJyn3NI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3LK7ewNjo4g/s72-c/redwood+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3669927909941718008</id><published>2007-10-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:26:16.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tree hole- a place to live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdpZZyn3LI/AAAAAAAAAos/CSQdXk315J4/s1600-h/Oct+2007+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122678986298088626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdpZZyn3LI/AAAAAAAAAos/CSQdXk315J4/s200/Oct+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked seeing the tree hole.  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;We thought something lived in there but we didn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was completely hollow and went up the tree.  Humm, it's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a woodpecker pecked it and made it a hole.  Or maybe a bear clawed it.  Humm, it's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are timber beetles inside the hole, of course.  They eat holes and make a home. Timber beetle eggs are in the home.   They feed them fungus, then they hatch and become grown ups and they move out and go to another tree that's scratched.  Or they get eaten by woodpeckers.&lt;br /&gt;Garter snakes, or flying squirrel sometimes live in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, How many days until you come back?  20? 60?  Oh, I told you to call me on this blog too.&lt;br /&gt;What does a dog say when he touches the tree?.... Bark!  It's because tree's have bark.  That's my joke, that's why I put it on there.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3669927909941718008?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3669927909941718008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3669927909941718008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3669927909941718008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3669927909941718008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/tree-hole-place-to-live-in.html' title='tree hole- a place to live in'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdpZZyn3LI/AAAAAAAAAos/CSQdXk315J4/s72-c/Oct+2007+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5622815963299028585</id><published>2007-10-18T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:07:10.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tree little pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdmrJyn3KI/AAAAAAAAAok/r9ZvAB5d7SE/s1600-h/Oct+2007+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122675992705883298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdmrJyn3KI/AAAAAAAAAok/r9ZvAB5d7SE/s200/Oct+2007+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;One time there were three little pigs. And a big bad wolf. And he said he would huff and puff and blow their houses down. He blew one. He blew two, and he blew three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It looks like I'm building a robot pig.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5622815963299028585?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5622815963299028585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5622815963299028585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5622815963299028585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5622815963299028585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/tree-little-pigs.html' title='the tree little pigs'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxdmrJyn3KI/AAAAAAAAAok/r9ZvAB5d7SE/s72-c/Oct+2007+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2583777035133042591</id><published>2007-10-17T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T05:54:47.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad, really bad, dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxYF_Zyn3II/AAAAAAAAAoU/ENlsgHcYEfs/s1600-h/Sept+2007+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122288212993629314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxYF_Zyn3II/AAAAAAAAAoU/ENlsgHcYEfs/s200/Sept+2007+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a really bad dream last night. And it was me that fell out of a Nascar. And I got run over by Nascars. I crashed and my seatbelt unbuckled and I fell out of the car. Well, actually I didn't go to heaven because all of the guys stopped, and also the rescue guys, the pit crew came over and all the cars stopped. They said, "Are you ok". And I said, "yes". Only, that I broke my arm. Well this kind of Nascar only had one-point seatbelt and he only buckled when he was coming out of the pits. And then the seatbelt unbuckled because I crashed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we were going to put the leaves in alcohol and then in then it will change color, into the alcohol color. From that science book, just like the flowers. You know the flowers thing? I'm doing it with Amy.&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/729196695079359340-2583777035133042591?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2583777035133042591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2583777035133042591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2583777035133042591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2583777035133042591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-really-bad-dream.html' title='bad, really bad, dream'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxYF_Zyn3II/AAAAAAAAAoU/ENlsgHcYEfs/s72-c/Sept+2007+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1339206756549567382</id><published>2007-10-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:28:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66 books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxVlApyn3EI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V4ILCTXb7CY/s1600-h/Oct+2007+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122111213096393794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxVlApyn3EI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V4ILCTXb7CY/s200/Oct+2007+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I learned that the Bible is a library. Isn't that cool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I learned that the Bible is 66 books."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I learned that Abraham lived 4000 years ago in Iraq."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Also, something about a blessing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pa Tom is Marshall's bible teacher.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-1339206756549567382?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1339206756549567382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1339206756549567382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1339206756549567382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1339206756549567382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/66-books.html' title='66 books'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxVlApyn3EI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V4ILCTXb7CY/s72-c/Oct+2007+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5289735007583198383</id><published>2007-10-15T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:33:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxP4npyn2-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Uy4EeLx3bMk/s1600-h/Oct+2007+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121710561367153634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxP4npyn2-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Uy4EeLx3bMk/s200/Oct+2007+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hydrolics are cool, they're awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watered my tree so it blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the blog, it was cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nigel has some drool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this sap looks like drool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-5289735007583198383?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5289735007583198383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5289735007583198383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5289735007583198383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5289735007583198383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-poem.html' title='my poem'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RxP4npyn2-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Uy4EeLx3bMk/s72-c/Oct+2007+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3313683733867058544</id><published>2007-10-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:19:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum</title><content type='html'>I we&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw-rlxPSPgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lalYGxEZB_w/s1600-h/Oct+2007+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120499966704500226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw-rlxPSPgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lalYGxEZB_w/s200/Oct+2007+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt to the museum today. My mom took this picture. The bear is in the picture. And Stewart. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! Call us, Uncle Matt, ok? Whenever you read this, call us. Well, what have you been doing? Have you been doing a lot of fun things? What? What have you been doing? Well, that's all I wanted to say. Bye. My talking power is out. Look at the bear.  &lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-3313683733867058544?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3313683733867058544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3313683733867058544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3313683733867058544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3313683733867058544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/museum.html' title='Museum'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw-rlxPSPgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lalYGxEZB_w/s72-c/Oct+2007+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8654588693143432826</id><published>2007-10-11T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:50:07.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Matt's Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw5uqxPSPdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XukRKpklkeA/s1600-h/Oct+2007+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120151507417841106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw5uqxPSPdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XukRKpklkeA/s200/Oct+2007+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a birthday cake. You can see the video. I liked playing. The pictures were cool. This picture is upside down because it's funny. I liked taking this video Uncle Matt, it was cool, like a volcano. That girl is Katherine. I think that picture looks cute where Katherine is looking at me. I liked taking the pictures HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE MATT!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120148114393677250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw5rlRPSPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/kzb27FRgJi8/s200/Oct+2007+062.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c8ad4948e716a09" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c8ad4948e716a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27CE7D1FB07760ACF530CDF78370D828FC94E50C.6FB7ECCE1A4A85AA616599F4A05568D232C9A7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c8ad4948e716a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUp7_g04Eg0TzNDzWPc4V1Kq9pIw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c8ad4948e716a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27CE7D1FB07760ACF530CDF78370D828FC94E50C.6FB7ECCE1A4A85AA616599F4A05568D232C9A7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c8ad4948e716a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUp7_g04Eg0TzNDzWPc4V1Kq9pIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-8654588693143432826?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c8ad4948e716a09&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8654588693143432826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8654588693143432826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8654588693143432826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8654588693143432826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/uncle-matts-birthday-party.html' title='Uncle Matt&apos;s Birthday Party!'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw5uqxPSPdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XukRKpklkeA/s72-c/Oct+2007+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1465321083705813497</id><published>2007-10-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:05:31.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw0-ghPSPYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oft8hH_d7hA/s1600-h/Oct+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119817079789337986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw0-ghPSPYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oft8hH_d7hA/s200/Oct+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chapter One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved coloring my tree. It was so fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stuff below the tree is water. It's green water because I didn't have the blue water. It's a river, not a lake. The other stuff is the dirt and grass. It grows into the dirt by the roots. There usually isn't much sun under trees, so grass doesn't grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter Two- the mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon the tree became smaller and smaller and smaller until it was as small as a mouse. Well then an evil mouse came by and knocked out the tree and pulled out it's roots. It was a maple tree...actually it was a fir tree. The tree grew back. It was a ghost tree that could stay alive forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1465321083705813497?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1465321083705813497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1465321083705813497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1465321083705813497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1465321083705813497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/tree.html' title='tree'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rw0-ghPSPYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oft8hH_d7hA/s72-c/Oct+2007+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1240986819193908282</id><published>2007-10-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:45:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stretchy powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwpqjxPSPUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/l5CDDepy-18/s1600-h/Oct+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119021089205402946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwpqjxPSPUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/l5CDDepy-18/s200/Oct+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom has long strechy arms. Stewart has more fingers than we usually have. And I can make my head bigger and bigger. Nigel is not in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to draw Daddy and Nigel in there soon. Daddy's going to have powers to stretch out his lungs. So big that they move the food away from the stomach. It it gets wider. Nigel will have powers of the ghosts. Do you know what the powers of the ghosts have? That all of us never die.&lt;br /&gt;We can have other powers too. We got them first when we were born. We are supposed to just play with the powers and just for fun. Like if I was wrestling with daddy, I would bonk his head.&lt;br /&gt;This thing is the tree trunk. It's so wide. The tree grows sideways and up. The tree has a power too. It's just for the birds, to stretch it out, for the birds to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;This is "s" for superpower.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this is a pretend story. Uncle Matt, you already knew it was a pretend story, right.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1240986819193908282?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1240986819193908282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1240986819193908282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1240986819193908282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1240986819193908282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/stretchy-powers.html' title='stretchy powers'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwpqjxPSPUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/l5CDDepy-18/s72-c/Oct+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5478552348378347986</id><published>2007-10-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:37:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwowxRPSPQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/plcgj4a3rco/s1600-h/Oct+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118957549459225858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwowxRPSPQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/plcgj4a3rco/s200/Oct+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rwox6RPSPSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fAAn3ZZEoqY/s1600-h/Oct+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118958803589676322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rwox6RPSPSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fAAn3ZZEoqY/s200/Oct+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rode the tractor at Kaela's grandparents house. I played on the tractor. I carried carrots in the tractor to inside from the garden. I was driving away from them and they were chasing me. They couldn't even catch me because I was going so fast. I acidentally slowed down but they didn't catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked riding on the ponies at the Apple Festival. I did apple bowling with real apples and wooden pins. And got a treat- a candy. I had a face painting at the apple festival- a bow and arrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amish people didn't want us to take their pictures. They had buggies that horses pulled. There were little cute goats on the farms. If Stewart was scared of the dark we wouldn't be able to live there. Stewart, you're not scared of the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5478552348378347986?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5478552348378347986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5478552348378347986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5478552348378347986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5478552348378347986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-rode-tractor-at-kaelas-grandparents.html' title='hunga'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwowxRPSPQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/plcgj4a3rco/s72-c/Oct+2007+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6615949619991298490</id><published>2007-10-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:40:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwotjBPSPPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_QqBvClg4Ks/s1600-h/Oct+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118954006111206642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwotjBPSPPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_QqBvClg4Ks/s200/Oct+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwotORPSPOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hoCS6zVmhFw/s1600-h/Oct+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118953649628921058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwotORPSPOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hoCS6zVmhFw/s200/Oct+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118953220132191442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rwos1RPSPNI/AAAAAAAAAks/zWABmpwzDNQ/s200/Oct+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwosjBPSPMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z7CeJC-QgsQ/s1600-h/Oct+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118952906599578818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwosjBPSPMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z7CeJC-QgsQ/s200/Oct+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called the ACD Museum (Auburn- Cord- Duesenburg). I saw really cool cars. One was orange and red together. It had white-wall tires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an Endeavor III (yellow truck behind gas pump). That's the truck that went 224 miles an hour. The truck got wrecked. The one wheel popped and then the whole car fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a car that had three wheels (green car). And also, it was cool. You should see it Uncle Matt.&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/729196695079359340-6615949619991298490?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6615949619991298490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6615949619991298490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6615949619991298490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6615949619991298490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw-cars.html' title='I saw cars'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwotjBPSPPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_QqBvClg4Ks/s72-c/Oct+2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7995979611199202725</id><published>2007-10-06T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:45:14.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we went to the science museum</title><content type='html'>I liked the science museum. It was really cool. My mom did the super high wire bike. It had a net under it so you wouldn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a moon walk. It is a very bouncy thing. Like Nigel's thing in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a tilty room and planets room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this was a true story. You can see it on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4743bd9d10f4b04c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4743bd9d10f4b04c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EA724B1FE980E54A90FBCC88D24982447AEFB80.1CCF36385B1E735418B80241E33B688B7EC334F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4743bd9d10f4b04c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbsBOKXWK1uHDKVPOXd-tT0vFKYo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4743bd9d10f4b04c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EA724B1FE980E54A90FBCC88D24982447AEFB80.1CCF36385B1E735418B80241E33B688B7EC334F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4743bd9d10f4b04c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbsBOKXWK1uHDKVPOXd-tT0vFKYo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7995979611199202725?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4743bd9d10f4b04c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7995979611199202725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7995979611199202725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7995979611199202725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7995979611199202725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-went-to-science-museum.html' title='we went to the science museum'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4083382352532397143</id><published>2007-10-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:45:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwV69HhsDAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FdJAXHjbQGM/s1600-h/Oct+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117631741987392514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwV69HhsDAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FdJAXHjbQGM/s200/Oct+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It was fun going swimming tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-4083382352532397143?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4083382352532397143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4083382352532397143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4083382352532397143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4083382352532397143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/hotel.html' title='hotel'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwV69HhsDAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FdJAXHjbQGM/s72-c/Oct+2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7582932779526578330</id><published>2007-10-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T04:58:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst nightmare ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwTUl3hsC-I/AAAAAAAAAis/UH28rIyjSR4/s1600-h/Sept+2007+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117448823625223138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwTUl3hsC-I/AAAAAAAAAis/UH28rIyjSR4/s200/Sept+2007+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chapter One.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I was walking, walking, until I stopped and saw a killer bee. And it stingged me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two.&lt;br /&gt;I came back to life because of God. It was beautiful, beautiful. That was what it was like to be dead. It was beautiful in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this is a pretend story. It was just my dream.&lt;br /&gt;On the first part, I got stung by a killer bee so that's what made it a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I had another dream, that was a field of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, What was your dream? (I reply that I can't remember it.)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would need laser vision to look in your brain and see if it ran away. If you had laser vision you could look through our house and into our neighbors house. Or maybe you got night vision and laser vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7582932779526578330?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7582932779526578330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7582932779526578330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7582932779526578330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7582932779526578330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/worst-nightmare-ever.html' title='worst nightmare ever'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwTUl3hsC-I/AAAAAAAAAis/UH28rIyjSR4/s72-c/Sept+2007+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-325926461868704873</id><published>2007-10-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:22:45.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Mrs.Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwQNJd3DkPI/AAAAAAAAAic/ja9nqj37eFM/s1600-h/Sept+2007+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117229532885258482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwQNJd3DkPI/AAAAAAAAAic/ja9nqj37eFM/s200/Sept+2007+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I saw my teacher Mrs. Griffin.  And it was fun seeing her.  She was so happy,  I was so happy and she hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;We were in Irvington because we spent time with Fiona.  We also went to the Post Office this morning.  We studied the letter "P".&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, how many more days until you come back?  50?&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say.  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I drew this picture.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwJipd3DkLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zsoqV8Q20zg/s1600-h/Sept+2007+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116760591176011954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwJipd3DkLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zsoqV8Q20zg/s200/Sept+2007+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked Holliday Park. It was fun. So Uncle Matt, what have you been doing today? How many more days until you come back? 50? 60? 70? 80? 90? I liked playing at Holliday Park. Love, Marshall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3861638208808206696?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3861638208808206696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3861638208808206696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3861638208808206696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3861638208808206696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/holliday-park.html' title='Holliday Park'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwJipd3DkLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zsoqV8Q20zg/s72-c/Sept+2007+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1949473039785230997</id><published>2007-10-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:41:23.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holliday Park Nature Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFLrt3Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XnUdQzqLMKE/s1600-h/Sept+2007+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116453866086567922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFLrt3Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XnUdQzqLMKE/s200/Sept+2007+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6131eba0d159e074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6131eba0d159e074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FD7F9711A32AE33113AE796711FB2B3EA85E409.1CB7566F0CBAC477706AD846C9188D73DE0C6FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6131eba0d159e074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlMbJZR29VbLBcAs1b9XlR46lnXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6131eba0d159e074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FD7F9711A32AE33113AE796711FB2B3EA85E409.1CB7566F0CBAC477706AD846C9188D73DE0C6FC7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6131eba0d159e074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlMbJZR29VbLBcAs1b9XlR46lnXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;One time, I saw a bug! And it was at Holliday Park. The bug flew away and had wings. Uncle Matt, you can see the movie I took about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bees were chasing us because we were eating applesauce for our picnic lunch. Mommy thought she was going to get hurt, but she got up and ran away. They chased her. Mommy made a trap with the applesauce and she put it on different place off the blanket. That was so they wouldn't attack us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this net thing, and within the net thing there was a pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1949473039785230997?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6131eba0d159e074&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1949473039785230997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1949473039785230997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1949473039785230997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1949473039785230997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/10/holliday-park-nature-walk.html' title='Holliday Park Nature Walk'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFLrt3Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XnUdQzqLMKE/s72-c/Sept+2007+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2655040761345676110</id><published>2007-09-29T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:40:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brake pads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFM6N3DkAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_thnXdmEWP0/s1600-h/Sept+2007+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116455214706298882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFM6N3DkAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_thnXdmEWP0/s200/Sept+2007+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I changed the brake pads with Uncle Sam.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2655040761345676110?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2655040761345676110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2655040761345676110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2655040761345676110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2655040761345676110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/brake-pads.html' title='brake pads'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RwFM6N3DkAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_thnXdmEWP0/s72-c/Sept+2007+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-9216589430050318719</id><published>2007-09-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:41:21.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we didn't win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rv6I8En8yKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w5xnap-qD_Y/s1600-h/Sept+2007+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115676792354293922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rv6I8En8yKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w5xnap-qD_Y/s200/Sept+2007+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115677084412070066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rv6JNEn8yLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4GnEm2Y2cSc/s200/Sept+2007+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't wait to play my soccer game. At my soccer game, &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; boy was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 games.&lt;br /&gt;The score was 0 /0 in the first game.&lt;br /&gt;The score was 0/11 in the second game. They were wearing yellow. I liked kicking the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, don't you think my soccer game was cool... You'll watch it when you come back. Right?&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-9216589430050318719?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9216589430050318719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=9216589430050318719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9216589430050318719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9216589430050318719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-didnt-win.html' title='we didn&apos;t win'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rv6I8En8yKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w5xnap-qD_Y/s72-c/Sept+2007+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-327982401255446950</id><published>2007-09-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:13:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robots were Awesome</title><content type='html'>The robots were super cool. We went to the robots exhibit at the museum. It was really cool. Uncle Matt, can you believe it? I went to the ROBOT exhibit at the museum. It was so cool. It was filled with robots. Well, not filled. It was awesome. I loved it. It was crazy. That's all I want to say. 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It was cool. The first one really exploded, but we didn't get it on video. We used mints(mentos) the first time. Those worked best. Next we used m&amp;amp;m's. We got that on video here. 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That was what my homework was. I went up to the computer and went to favorites and went to this site- &lt;a href="http://www.cars.com/go/advice/intercar/ic_index.jsp"&gt;http://www.cars.com/go/advice/intercar/ic_index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I put a paper on the screen and taped it to the screen and then I colored and traced it (without mom and dad knowing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's the exhaust and the brake inside the wheel. There's a brake inside the wheel! Uncle Matt, I'll show you the brake inside the wheel when you get back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4059254338116966498?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4059254338116966498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4059254338116966498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4059254338116966498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4059254338116966498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/brake-inside-wheel-and-exhaust.html' title='brake inside the wheel and exhaust'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rvq_CEn8yHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QA-NqMrQq58/s72-c/Sept+2007+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1460186122256492311</id><published>2007-09-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:46:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo</title><content type='html'>Uncle Matt? Did you see the moon city that I wrote about? Huh? Huh? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;I got a tatoo of a spider from Nana Jan for Spanish class. I put it on myself, and Stewart's too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1460186122256492311?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1460186122256492311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1460186122256492311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1460186122256492311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1460186122256492311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/tatoo.html' title='tattoo'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3252670509328839685</id><published>2007-09-24T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:54:30.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun @ the museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvkEOUn8yCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Vu64zh0wRzw/s1600-h/Sept+2007+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114123495956858914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvkEOUn8yCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Vu64zh0wRzw/s200/Sept+2007+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Fridays I go to the museum or the zoo.  I go there for school.  And also, I had a fun time at the museum and the zoo.  I went in a submarine... a real one.  Stewart was a little bit scared to go in the submarine.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, I had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this was a true story.  Do you see that picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3252670509328839685?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3252670509328839685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3252670509328839685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3252670509328839685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3252670509328839685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-museum.html' title='fun @ the museum'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvkEOUn8yCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Vu64zh0wRzw/s72-c/Sept+2007+160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8826714909332665186</id><published>2007-09-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:45:06.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drag car picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQQzEn8yBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9JhK0PlMX5Q/s1600-h/Sept+2007+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112729946573031442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQQzEn8yBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9JhK0PlMX5Q/s200/Sept+2007+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drew this picture of me and my dad watching the drag car race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8826714909332665186?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8826714909332665186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8826714909332665186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8826714909332665186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8826714909332665186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/drag-car-picture.html' title='drag car picture'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQQzEn8yBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9JhK0PlMX5Q/s72-c/Sept+2007+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7188520154084796854</id><published>2007-09-21T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:37:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moon city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQNW0n8x_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Wiicd9WE1p4/s1600-h/Sept+2007+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112726162706843634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQNW0n8x_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Wiicd9WE1p4/s200/Sept+2007+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a picture of a moon city in a book. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, can you beleive it?  I don't beleive it!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's awesome?  I think it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the white part (on left)?  That's the moon. I've never seen anything like it.  Have you seen anything like it?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe aliens are living there.  Like, you're an alien.  Maybe you can go there with me if you're an astronaut sometime.  Maybe!&lt;br /&gt;You'll see little yellow and orange lights in the backround.  There was a train rail on there.  Can you beleive it? &lt;br /&gt;I don't beleive people live on there.  But maybe we can live on there, if we're astronauts.  My mom read it to me and she said there could be hotels.  I think there would be swimming pools inside the hotels. &lt;br /&gt;I really don't think that you're interested in going to the moon.  Are you interested?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt? Well, I got to go now Uncle Matt.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, I miss you.  How many days until you come back?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Uncle Matt, I got a new tatoo.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Uncle Matt, that's all I want to say.  Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7188520154084796854?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7188520154084796854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7188520154084796854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7188520154084796854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7188520154084796854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/moon-city.html' title='moon city'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvQNW0n8x_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Wiicd9WE1p4/s72-c/Sept+2007+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5629533737801066406</id><published>2007-09-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:01:11.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>draw picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLBHKN8AkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xqhZE4E2jSk/s1600-h/Sept+2007+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112360855764992578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLBHKN8AkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xqhZE4E2jSk/s200/Sept+2007+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a rocket ship.  One time a I drew a rocket ship.  I liked it. Then in my imagination I was imagining that I was flying in that rocket ship.  I wasn't the pilot, I was the food maker.  I made pepperonni pizzas, sausage, cheese, all sorts of stuff.  This is a rocket ship that doesn't let you float when you're inside it.I decided to stop imagining that.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5629533737801066406?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5629533737801066406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5629533737801066406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5629533737801066406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5629533737801066406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/draw-picture.html' title='draw picture'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLBHKN8AkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xqhZE4E2jSk/s72-c/Sept+2007+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7365094118369833209</id><published>2007-09-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:02:50.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lego car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLDvaN8AlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Oqmhfxez6sg/s1600-h/Sept+2007+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112363746277982802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLDvaN8AlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Oqmhfxez6sg/s200/Sept+2007+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also, this shoots out the bullets (blue thing). And this makes the bullets and puts them in the shooter (white thing). There is infinity bullets and when the infinity bullets are gone this thing makes more and puts them up in there. There are gasoline bullets, ice bullets, huge bullets that have points on the end that put holes in things and prick people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this thing (grey thing in front) shoots bullets too. Also it makes the car fly. And they take this of and "Wow, this is not working" and they replace it with one that is even bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the solar power... these things have the solar power and whenever it's tired of doing the solar power, it lets the power out and then it gets new solar power, which I'm going to use.&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/729196695079359340-7365094118369833209?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7365094118369833209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7365094118369833209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7365094118369833209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7365094118369833209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/lego-car.html' title='lego car'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RvLDvaN8AlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Oqmhfxez6sg/s72-c/Sept+2007+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6728899844997355</id><published>2007-09-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:59:19.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru_WplXV_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Er-yKR3a_LA/s1600-h/Sept+2007+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111540111981805266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru_WplXV_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Er-yKR3a_LA/s200/Sept+2007+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a really pretty day. We saw this lake and we went to it.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a fun time building my super charger car.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to tell a pretend story.&lt;br /&gt;Well one time I was riding on my camel in the desert.  And suddenly I saw this ghost and then it turned into stone.  Then I saw a lady walking in the desert and it was cold.  Super cold.  It was like winter in the desert.  Then she dissappeared.  She might have been a ghost cat.  She looked like a cat when she came back.&lt;br /&gt;ok, its time to relax now.  So I was riding in the desert still.  Then suddenly I saw this big, freaking ghost.  And spiders, and witches and all sorts os scarry stuff.  (this is a halloween story.)&lt;br /&gt;ok, It's time to relax now. This is just pretend Uncle Matt.  Don't be silly, I already told you this was prentend.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-6728899844997355?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6728899844997355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6728899844997355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6728899844997355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6728899844997355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/really-pretty.html' title='really pretty'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru_WplXV_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Er-yKR3a_LA/s72-c/Sept+2007+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3665593703035682999</id><published>2007-09-17T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:36:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holliday Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1eabf261f9ca90fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1eabf261f9ca90fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D5336BC67BFBB8E55DB0D8527ABDF1D5E8E8AB2.C9EEAA5317D5E40C1F95AB9174959A7331C259A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1eabf261f9ca90fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwVikDfQvdtesCpIU5oLzj1XMrAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1eabf261f9ca90fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D5336BC67BFBB8E55DB0D8527ABDF1D5E8E8AB2.C9EEAA5317D5E40C1F95AB9174959A7331C259A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1eabf261f9ca90fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwVikDfQvdtesCpIU5oLzj1XMrAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It was a fun day at Holliday Park. It was so pretty that I couldn't even dare to go. We saw these keys that when you put it in and pull it out something talked at the nature center. We saw squirrels and guppies and chipmunks and turtles. There was like this spider thing swimming on the water Uncle Matt. Can you beleive it? This was a true story. Why don't you watch the movie and see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever been to Holliday park? That's where we went for our Nature Walk. Uncle Matt, I'm already in school. Can you beleive it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for writing your blogs to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The End.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3665593703035682999?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1eabf261f9ca90fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3665593703035682999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3665593703035682999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3665593703035682999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3665593703035682999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/holliday-park.html' title='Holliday Park'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6224228129529643567</id><published>2007-09-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:15:20.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Dave's Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru7D5VXV_mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r5G7Fp77dis/s1600-h/Sept+2007+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111238016867106402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru7D5VXV_mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r5G7Fp77dis/s200/Sept+2007+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;One day it was Uncle Dave's birthday party and he was turning 30. And also, he got a present. What was that candy called, mom? He got Reisens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spagetti was soooooo good. It was like crazy good. It was like almost better than anything else. Crazy-crazy good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Dave got me a soccer ball. It was his birthday Uncle Matt, not mine. Can you beleive it Uncle Matt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-6224228129529643567?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6224228129529643567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6224228129529643567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6224228129529643567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6224228129529643567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/uncle-daves-birthday-party.html' title='Uncle Dave&apos;s Birthday party'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ru7D5VXV_mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r5G7Fp77dis/s72-c/Sept+2007+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5623873566739998596</id><published>2007-09-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:37:36.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ruv-GFXV_hI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pkafsYxyF0k/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110457582654717458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ruv-GFXV_hI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pkafsYxyF0k/s200/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ruv931XV_gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Dw2Bz-h5L3k/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110457337841581570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ruv931XV_gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Dw2Bz-h5L3k/s200/DSC01340.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun day at soccer. I practiced for for 1 hour. I like my coach. He is cool. We played a game. The other team won, but I didn't. When we got home we saw Yoriko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5623873566739998596?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5623873566739998596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5623873566739998596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5623873566739998596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5623873566739998596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Ruv-GFXV_hI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pkafsYxyF0k/s72-c/DSC01345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8462109687362624382</id><published>2007-09-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:58:43.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speedway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rup-s1XV_fI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kpld3KsOg2A/s1600-h/Sept+2007+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110036035909582322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rup-s1XV_fI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kpld3KsOg2A/s200/Sept+2007+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun day. I went to the greatest race in the world's speedway.  The Indianapolis 500 Speedway.  We went around the track on a bus.  Not on a race car but on a bus.  We went 35 miles an hour.  15 times a Nascar would have passed us while we were on the track.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a penny smasher.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, this is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8462109687362624382?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8462109687362624382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8462109687362624382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8462109687362624382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8462109687362624382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/speedway.html' title='speedway'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rup-s1XV_fI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kpld3KsOg2A/s72-c/Sept+2007+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7344304689921998367</id><published>2007-09-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:34:30.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E Hanging Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RulXPFXV_dI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ypldGZTTFnA/s1600-h/Sept+2007+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109711168878280146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RulXPFXV_dI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ypldGZTTFnA/s200/Sept+2007+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom told me that I'm supposed to take a picture of an E. Uncle Matt, have you ever met Katherine before? She's writing this right now. When I hung the E down, I took five pictures. Katherine got here and she's writing this blog. My mom is laying Nigel down for a rest. That's all.&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-7344304689921998367?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7344304689921998367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7344304689921998367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7344304689921998367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7344304689921998367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-hanging-down.html' title='E Hanging Down'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RulXPFXV_dI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ypldGZTTFnA/s72-c/Sept+2007+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3513667460858400031</id><published>2007-09-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:39:17.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RugwEFXV_XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/afxe1ic6MqA/s1600-h/Sept+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109386623969525106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RugwEFXV_XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/afxe1ic6MqA/s200/Sept+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RugvylXV_WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/q9x6RWPvxdc/s1600-h/Sept+2007+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109386323321814370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RugvylXV_WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/q9x6RWPvxdc/s200/Sept+2007+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went out to MOPS and when we came back we noticed that the bunny was gone. That makes me think about her and want to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We looked for her in the alley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we looked across the street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we couldn't find her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we were walking on our feet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i was trying to rhyme it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bunny was left outside on accident. I didn't do it but my daddy did it. He left it outside on accident but he forgot to bring it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we got back I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. At last I stopped crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to buy a new bunny. I don't know where Bumper is. Maybe she got eaten by a dog or maybe she's in the ground. You'll have to talk to us about it Uncle Matt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-3513667460858400031?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3513667460858400031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3513667460858400031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3513667460858400031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3513667460858400031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-lost-my-bunny.html' title='i lost my bunny'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RugwEFXV_XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/afxe1ic6MqA/s72-c/Sept+2007+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3936633347171885300</id><published>2007-09-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:48:07.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10,000,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rugz5VXV_aI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kBMUVz1IKg/s1600-h/Sept+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390837332442530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rugz5VXV_aI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kBMUVz1IKg/s200/Sept+2007+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rugy6lXV_YI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_IlAkXRenMU/s1600-h/Sept+2007+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109389759295651202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rugy6lXV_YI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_IlAkXRenMU/s200/Sept+2007+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my artwork of my car. This is my picture. Mommy says she likes it. The car and the people don't have seatbelts. It goes ten million miles per hour. It says so on the odometer.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I took these pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-3936633347171885300?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3936633347171885300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3936633347171885300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3936633347171885300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3936633347171885300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/10000000.html' title='10,000,000'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rugz5VXV_aI/AAAAAAAAAag/1kBMUVz1IKg/s72-c/Sept+2007+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-9169201816543219858</id><published>2007-09-11T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:08:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Man mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38f12e0b5deab1c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f12e0b5deab1c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D482B426FE35653883B5B993ED4C7BEE33FA11A9.68206EC998058CB70ABEAC9841E0BEAF4E8DD147%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f12e0b5deab1c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiiBU4SUXgYBoHXxghJrS0Xr3jk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f12e0b5deab1c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331200587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D482B426FE35653883B5B993ED4C7BEE33FA11A9.68206EC998058CB70ABEAC9841E0BEAF4E8DD147%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f12e0b5deab1c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiiBU4SUXgYBoHXxghJrS0Xr3jk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Mama and I played lego. Stewart and Nigel napped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-9169201816543219858?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38f12e0b5deab1c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9169201816543219858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=9169201816543219858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9169201816543219858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/9169201816543219858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/lego-man-mama.html' title='Lego Man mama'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4400260722243538803</id><published>2007-09-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T06:36:57.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun nature walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuaXVIb1NwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LSKcUbuQpYE/s1600-h/Sept+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108937216595670786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuaXVIb1NwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LSKcUbuQpYE/s200/Sept+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuaW3ob1NvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8NG52Tk9T_I/s1600-h/Sept+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108936709789529842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuaW3ob1NvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8NG52Tk9T_I/s200/Sept+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One time I was out on a nature walk with mommy, and Stewart and Nigel.  And we saw this boat and the boat floated out and this guy caught it.  And soon, this guy told me that this computer that you see on the screen with you tells you how deep it is and what kind of fish are swimming under him.  We were eating lunch on the dock and we saw this duck.  And mommy threw one of the squishy grapes in the ducks all came swimming and my mommy said, "hey, I'm not feeding you too, just so you know."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Uncle Matt, it was a true story, it really was.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Nigel had some shots.  Won't you say something about that.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-4400260722243538803?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4400260722243538803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4400260722243538803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4400260722243538803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4400260722243538803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-nature-walk.html' title='fun nature walk'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuaXVIb1NwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LSKcUbuQpYE/s72-c/Sept+2007+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3478942261716449626</id><published>2007-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:37:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming at the Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuGZQob1NqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/laUk1-ZBLSo/s1600-h/Sept+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107531963425961634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuGZQob1NqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/laUk1-ZBLSo/s200/Sept+2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my pretend story. I went to the pool one time. And me and my mom were swimming happily. And we loved it. Then we got out and got dressed and went into our hotel room. And then we watched a movie, ate lunch and dinner, and we left. And that's what I wanted to say. Bye.&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-3478942261716449626?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3478942261716449626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3478942261716449626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3478942261716449626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3478942261716449626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/swimming-at-pool.html' title='Swimming at the Pool'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuGZQob1NqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/laUk1-ZBLSo/s72-c/Sept+2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1559524368873492914</id><published>2007-09-06T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:45:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the downtown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuCBqob1NnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Urk8KnnjNCI/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107224546846783090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuCBqob1NnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Urk8KnnjNCI/s200/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun at downtown today. When we got to downtown, we looked for a watch battery. We found a watch battery for mommy, but the screws on my watch were too small. It all ended up as a quiet and rainy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1559524368873492914?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1559524368873492914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1559524368873492914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1559524368873492914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1559524368873492914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-at-downtown.html' title='Fun at the downtown'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RuCBqob1NnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Urk8KnnjNCI/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7010379450801935703</id><published>2007-09-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:37:03.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I'll write a short little story.  One time, I went out to the desert and found these prickly things and I accidently fell on one and got a thorn in my butt.  Actually, dad, erase all that, I want to write a different funny story.  When I was riding on a camel, I suddenly saw this big big, huge huge, freakin' ghost.  I was just staring at that ghost and it disappeared in a flash.  In a flash, it was gone.  Then it came back and turned into stone and I kept riding on my camel in the desert into the ghost's house.  By that time, when I got into the ghosts house, I thought hmmm, where could that ghost be.  Then, I was staring at two ghosts whose clefts of their chins were down to the floor.  I was so scared, that I ran away on my camel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7010379450801935703?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7010379450801935703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7010379450801935703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7010379450801935703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7010379450801935703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/egypt.html' title='Egypt'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6263582313406969808</id><published>2007-09-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:15:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7jV4b1NjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H9rUMUe31ls/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106768992550598194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7jV4b1NjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H9rUMUe31ls/s200/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7jmob1NkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DtXP0Il-s2c/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106769280313407042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7jmob1NkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DtXP0Il-s2c/s200/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7j-Ib1NlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Q3tEkl9Yydo/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106769684040332882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7j-Ib1NlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Q3tEkl9Yydo/s200/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a good day yesterday. It was fun doing my homework and building a road in the dinning room. And I went to the IMA Nature Gardens (Indianapolis Museum of Art) Uncle Matt! Can you beleive it? I saw this cool crab thing that was like a white shell and it was dead. We poked it with a stick and it wasn't alive. This picture will be on here right now with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Matt, how many days until you come back? 30? 50? 60?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was fun talking to you, Bye.&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/729196695079359340-6263582313406969808?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6263582313406969808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6263582313406969808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6263582313406969808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6263582313406969808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rt7jV4b1NjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H9rUMUe31ls/s72-c/DSC01192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2861940872775739118</id><published>2007-09-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T05:18:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drag race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtordIb1NbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRGIBJ8B4LQ/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105440907058296242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtordIb1NbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRGIBJ8B4LQ/s200/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved going to the racecars. The dragsters were cool. They were like long skinny cars that went really fast. They went about 300 miles per hour. They use parachutes to stop. After watching a lot of races, we went down to the pits and saw all the cars. I played some video racing games and stayed later than Stewart and Nigel so that I could spend time with my daddy. I rode home in daddy's Volvo. We went 100 miles per hour. It felt crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2861940872775739118?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2861940872775739118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2861940872775739118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2861940872775739118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2861940872775739118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/drag-race.html' title='drag race'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtordIb1NbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRGIBJ8B4LQ/s72-c/DSC01157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4784759259267407103</id><published>2007-09-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T05:26:54.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>josie's party and the thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqCYb1NZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8RqCO_n1wbk/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439347985167762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqCYb1NZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8RqCO_n1wbk/s200/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439678697649570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s200/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqVob1NaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b7gu70y9YEc/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Josie's birthday party. She turned 5. I got a thorn in my butt. Just kidding I didn't get a thorn in my butt, it was in my foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4784759259267407103?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4784759259267407103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4784759259267407103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4784759259267407103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4784759259267407103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/09/josies-party-and-thorns.html' title='josie&apos;s party and the thorns'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtoqCYb1NZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8RqCO_n1wbk/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7920321589107728591</id><published>2007-08-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:57:09.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karate trophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtdKWYb1NXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/j6t5rVf6JPg/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104630451024508274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtdKWYb1NXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/j6t5rVf6JPg/s200/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun at the karate studio. Even we saw trophies. And Stewart and me wanted to take pictures. So I did and he thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;We went in and the guy's name was Jim and we got stickers. And the trophies were cool. Really cool. I mean, cooler than cool.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-7920321589107728591?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7920321589107728591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7920321589107728591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7920321589107728591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7920321589107728591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/karate-trophy.html' title='karate trophy'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtdKWYb1NXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/j6t5rVf6JPg/s72-c/DSC01128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8110677663595635158</id><published>2007-08-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T05:36:27.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rta4P4b1NVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6xBstuqxWXo/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104469810657703250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rta4P4b1NVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6xBstuqxWXo/s200/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I found a toolbox that said Marshall on it.  And I found these scissors and I went to find some paper but I didn't find some paper.  When my mommy got the paper she asked me to point the scissors down.  Then I pointed the scissors up and I was walking around.  Then I got a time out and then I got out of timeout and I'm writing a blog about what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I shouldn't point scissors up again while I'm walking because its dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of me being sad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-8110677663595635158?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8110677663595635158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8110677663595635158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8110677663595635158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8110677663595635158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/cool-learning.html' title='cool learning'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rta4P4b1NVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6xBstuqxWXo/s72-c/DSC01127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-920772491690441582</id><published>2007-08-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:35:21.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny rolling bunny</title><content type='html'>I love my funny rolling bunny.  I like playing with my bunny.  It's fun playing with her.  That's all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtWtR4b1NUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/a5ksLSNvlpk/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104176275412825410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtWtR4b1NUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/a5ksLSNvlpk/s200/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-920772491690441582?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/920772491690441582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=920772491690441582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/920772491690441582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/920772491690441582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-rolling-bunny.html' title='funny rolling bunny'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtWtR4b1NUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/a5ksLSNvlpk/s72-c/DSC01108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-1341352777489109426</id><published>2007-08-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:51:37.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtSY2Yb1NSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cZ6fOSeYvcg/s1600-h/july+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103872337757156642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtSY2Yb1NSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cZ6fOSeYvcg/s200/july+2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I dreamt that I was in this bowling ball and I steered myself out of the gutter and into the bowling pins. And, I had an electric TV where I could see through the bowling ball to the outside...Okay, I'll sign off for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-1341352777489109426?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1341352777489109426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=1341352777489109426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1341352777489109426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/1341352777489109426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-dream.html' title='Funny Dream'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtSY2Yb1NSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cZ6fOSeYvcg/s72-c/july+2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-8420496901949450349</id><published>2007-08-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:38:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lego building time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtLRj4b1NOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SBTBx_OM7F8/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103371742138938594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtLRj4b1NOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SBTBx_OM7F8/s200/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtLRS4b1NNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-7tnWd9D8Pw/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103371450081162450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtLRS4b1NNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-7tnWd9D8Pw/s200/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a fun lego building time. When I was lego building, I was building a satellite. And also, I was building a man... Dopperman. Stewart calls superman, and batman and spiderman- Dopperman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The satellite was the best thing I ever built because it had lots and lots of things on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Control Panel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what the control panel does? It makes it never, ever get out of control, and never, ever get destroyed to peices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/729196695079359340-8420496901949450349?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8420496901949450349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=8420496901949450349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8420496901949450349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/8420496901949450349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/lego-building-time.html' title='lego building time'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RtLRj4b1NOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SBTBx_OM7F8/s72-c/DSC01091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-6415125460013921180</id><published>2007-08-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:06:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air show</title><content type='html'>We saw an air show and they exploded big gas pipes.  They were pretending to shoot bombs at eachother. &lt;br /&gt;Thats all I want to say.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-6415125460013921180?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6415125460013921180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=6415125460013921180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6415125460013921180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/6415125460013921180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/air-show.html' title='air show'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3198395027150020240</id><published>2007-08-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:54:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs8pRob1NGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oj_e5zwlbDg/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102342285722727522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs8pRob1NGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oj_e5zwlbDg/s200/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have lots of eyes. These are aliens that have lots of eyes. See all their eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are in space world. Inside the spacehip is a space world. Only this one is a human (the first on the left). The aliens don't know how to drive so the human is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those aliens don't have any hands or feet or stomach. Their eating only goes to their heads because they don't have stomachs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3198395027150020240?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3198395027150020240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3198395027150020240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3198395027150020240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3198395027150020240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/eyes-aliens.html' title='eyes aliens'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs8pRob1NGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oj_e5zwlbDg/s72-c/DSC01069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5414480080363157996</id><published>2007-08-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:30:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel, bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59d525c0c0ccc79e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5414480080363157996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5414480080363157996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5414480080363157996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/nigel-bunny.html' title='nigel, bunny'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3741434351446724543</id><published>2007-08-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:40:58.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7QcYb1NEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SxwlP5M9lto/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102244613871449154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7QcYb1NEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SxwlP5M9lto/s200/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going to take piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that picture on the screen with you. I love you Uncle Matt. So, how many days till you come back? 5, 500, 5005?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Matt, you don't have to be crazy like this on your next blog. So, how was your flight? Was it good? What did you eat on your flight? Nevermind. I was just about to say, something special that happened, Uncle Matt. My bunny can get out of his cage through his bars.  Mama took this picture of me and Bumper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3741434351446724543?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3741434351446724543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3741434351446724543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3741434351446724543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3741434351446724543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-with-bunny.html' title='fun with bunny'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7QcYb1NEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SxwlP5M9lto/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-2302086045189545044</id><published>2007-08-23T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:33:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun at the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7PPYb1NDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V3uamqhRgWE/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102243291021521970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7PPYb1NDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V3uamqhRgWE/s200/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was about two weeks ago when we were at the beach. It was at Madison.  We decided to go up there and eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-2302086045189545044?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2302086045189545044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=2302086045189545044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2302086045189545044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/2302086045189545044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-at-lake.html' title='fun at the lake'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/Rs7PPYb1NDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V3uamqhRgWE/s72-c/DSC00924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-4112006292116808075</id><published>2007-08-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:09:22.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsyxvYb1NAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wTk5LH6ZeF4/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101647905475081218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsyxvYb1NAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wTk5LH6ZeF4/s200/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my bunny. I take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;Well one time, my mommy was holding her and I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;So, what have you been doing today Uncle Matt. I haven't seen you. Will you write me tomorrow or sometime next week or...&lt;br /&gt;Well, how was your flight? Was it good?&lt;br /&gt;We found my bunny a peice of wood so my bunny can chew on it. If she chews on it she won't get killed. Then she'll grow into a big girl. Then she'll be some other baby bunny's mommy. Is that right mama? Will she have a little bunnny come out of her? Can we see it?&lt;br /&gt;I saw Uncle David come past my house today.&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-4112006292116808075?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4112006292116808075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=4112006292116808075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4112006292116808075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/4112006292116808075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-bunny.html' title='funny bunny'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsyxvYb1NAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wTk5LH6ZeF4/s72-c/DSC01056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-3145013327562830512</id><published>2007-08-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:16:54.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to make milkshakes</title><content type='html'>We put ice cream in a blender, then we put some peanut butter, and marshmellows and chocolate in it and then Yum-Yum- a good milkshake. &lt;br /&gt;We turn the blender on and this sharp propeller it cuts the ice cream into like a milkshake. There's a thing that turns the propeller -a machine.  It has batteries in it that when you plug it in it charges.  It doesn't go without being plugged in.  The plug and batteries give it power.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a milkshake right now.  It's snack time.  I don't get milkshakes every day- just today because it's a special treat.  That's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-3145013327562830512?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3145013327562830512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=3145013327562830512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3145013327562830512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/3145013327562830512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-make-milkshakes.html' title='how to make milkshakes'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-7925683586806315758</id><published>2007-08-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:09:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper and Snoogwire Stinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsnYcob1M9I/AAAAAAAAATg/6yAKcjK_Cl4/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846039375885266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsnYcob1M9I/AAAAAAAAATg/6yAKcjK_Cl4/s200/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsnVmYb1M8I/AAAAAAAAATY/3yKFIHCdQ3U/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100842908344726466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsnVmYb1M8I/AAAAAAAAATY/3yKFIHCdQ3U/s200/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I miss my friends at the farm party. I miss Uncle Mut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When does Uncle Matt come back? How long will he be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do they call Timothy Hay that? She's eating the carrot more than the Timothy Hay. All the Timothy Hay is for herself. Here's some more, little girl. Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does Bumper sleep all night? Maybe her bedtime is at 8 too. Why do bunnies stand up on there back legs like this? What is that little metal thing in front of her water bottle? It leaks a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep this bunny forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does vanish mean? I'll make you vanish forever. For a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is called a super-duper laser snoogwire stingger. It stings you and snoogs you. It's a bug in the land of Africa. Those circle things are the cramp beads, they make you get in a super bad cramp. And it makes your tummy cramp so bad that you'll explode. Just don't touch them if you're smart enough. It doesn't sting me or cramp me or explode me. Well, first of all, I'm sting-proof and cramp-proof and explode- proof. Josie had a magic box and that's how I got that way. Those white things are wings or ears and it flys around and tricks you. It will acid you.&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/729196695079359340-7925683586806315758?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7925683586806315758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=7925683586806315758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7925683586806315758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/7925683586806315758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/bumper-and-snoogwire-stinger.html' title='Bumper and Snoogwire Stinger'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsnYcob1M9I/AAAAAAAAATg/6yAKcjK_Cl4/s72-c/DSC01009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729196695079359340.post-5470138326941285863</id><published>2007-08-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:04:17.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten trillion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqP4b1M3I/AAAAAAAAASw/A_pVVwXyHKw/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099880449123365746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqP4b1M3I/AAAAAAAAASw/A_pVVwXyHKw/s200/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqeYb1M4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ero2p3yP8pQ/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099880698231468930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqeYb1M4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ero2p3yP8pQ/s200/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like those pictures. And I wrote them for my mom. One is a car with people in it and one is an odometer. One number is 1600, one is ten trillion. It can go that fast. It's an x-thonic jet plane car.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqeYb1M4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ero2p3yP8pQ/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729196695079359340-5470138326941285863?l=marshallatfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5470138326941285863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729196695079359340&amp;postID=5470138326941285863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5470138326941285863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729196695079359340/posts/default/5470138326941285863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallatfive.blogspot.com/2007/08/ten-trillion.html' title='ten trillion'/><author><name>a boring sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144399321702261262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/SvYyYPP8PSI/AAAAAAAACDI/mBiVkyA7J_Y/S220/DSC04358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hT_qDYCSvY8/RsZqP4b1M3I/AAAAAAAAASw/A_pVVwXyHKw/s72-c/DSC01001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
