<?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-1908596357807399514</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:02:35.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Camp Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My life on and around a summer camp with my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-5700792988080959441</id><published>2008-11-29T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:20:11.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End...and The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Wow...I have been off for so long!!! It feels kinda good to be back...but I have to admit that I am rather scared of all the rotten stuff I'm gonna get thrown at me for not posting in so long!! Oh well, now let me see, where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the new system I came up with. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad=Dad&lt;br /&gt;Mom=Mom&lt;br /&gt;Me=Me&lt;br /&gt;2#=Boy&lt;br /&gt;3#=Blondie&lt;br /&gt;4#Princess Pea&lt;br /&gt;5#Stinker&lt;br /&gt;6#Babe&lt;br /&gt;Got it? If you ever get stuck, just refer back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go back to where my last post left off.  First of all, let me just say that when you say you are going to survive on just what you need, and your parents just say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, whatever, good for you." it &lt;strong&gt;does not &lt;/strong&gt;mean that they fully comprehend and understand. So when two months later they ask, "Why aren't you wearing any other clothes but those four outfits? We bought you tons of clothes!" and you tell them about your igneous plan that you carried out that &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; cut down on luggage and save the world...well...let's just say they don't absorb that information very well. Just wanted to get that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in the house we rented and I am currently sharing a room with Blondie. Boy has his own room, Princess Pea and Stinker are sharing and Mom, Dad and Babe are in the same room. We have twenty acres and are always discovering new stuff on it. We often get lost and have to find our way back. We are building a fort...when we are over there that is. I have passed all the sections of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; and I am helping out with the little kids/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt;. I have three &lt;strong&gt;awesome &lt;/strong&gt;friends I hang out with all the time. My life is/was going pretty smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the good news. The bad news is that I am completely confused about the whole presidency thing and I have no idea why I am on the side I am on and why I should be. I trust my parents judgement...but no one has bothered to tell me why they are against who they are against.&lt;br /&gt;My dad has had to leave his job with the flickering camp and it's owners whom he has been with for seventeen years. There was more than a few tears all around when he had to break it to them and to us. However, the good news is that he has found a job and a home for us at the same camp where he and my mom met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. That is at least all of my life that I can think of up till the present.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving and that you will have a Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-5700792988080959441?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/5700792988080959441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=5700792988080959441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5700792988080959441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5700792988080959441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/11/endand-beginning.html' title='The End...and The Beginning'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-1488383442864996164</id><published>2008-08-18T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:38:25.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a House!!!!</title><content type='html'>The title says it all...we have rented a house. It is SUPER close to our church and friends. We leased it the other week when the two oldest and I went to camp. I haven't seen it but...*laugh*(Yes, I haven't seen it.)...I hear its great. We have been mostly packing, packing, a little bit of packing, did I mention that we have been PACKING!!!!!! I packed up my room except for the stuff I could live with until we unpack everything in September. (about) I'm excited!!! I'm actually going to be able to live like that...I wonder if it's gonna work out..oh well. I better go!&lt;br /&gt;HB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-1488383442864996164?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/1488383442864996164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=1488383442864996164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/1488383442864996164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/1488383442864996164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-have-house.html' title='We have a House!!!!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-8734480982288242912</id><published>2008-07-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:10:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!! *fireworks go off*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jB40to_6n24/SG5KpeazHsI/AAAAAAAAADk/O7iX3b39lCY/s1600-h/Fireworks+FOUR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191094569541314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jB40to_6n24/SG5KpeazHsI/AAAAAAAAADk/O7iX3b39lCY/s400/Fireworks+FOUR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jB40to_6n24/SG5KY3-k-TI/AAAAAAAAADc/wcsTLlJ8Crc/s1600-h/Fireworks+FOUR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190809372719410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="6" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jB40to_6n24/SG5KY3-k-TI/AAAAAAAAADc/wcsTLlJ8Crc/s320/Fireworks+FOUR.jpg" width="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                            Happy 4th of July to you all!!!!&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;                                                                                                            *fireworks for five minutes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all remembered it in time, we sure didn't!!! Until yesterday when a friend reminded me, I had completely forgot!!!!! So for those of you who are wondering, that's why we aren't having a party this year...Le Sigh...Any way, my artistic abilities are starting to come throughout today! *glares at you* Yes! I do have artistic abilities. However, Most people don't understand them, so I'm posting them on here to see how well they fare and will try again later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understood? 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And something I have noticed is that the darker the clothing is, the longer you can pass it off as clean and thus, wear it longer&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Take for instance, my new dull green boy-ish shorts. I loved them so much I got two pairs of the dull green and one pair of cacky. I had made a wonderful choice because of two reasons. The first of which is that if one pair gets dirty, I can just wear the other one. The second though, is the best so far.(I think) I can wear the same on for a week or so!!! Because I have two then I can say, "But I'm wearing the clean one!!" And mom can say, "But I just washed that one, it's still in the dryer!!" But.... "But mom!!! These are clean, you washed them last week and I made sure I didn't fall in the water or get anything on them!!" And thus, the great clothing war will continue, forever, and ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-2628242352237925853?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/2628242352237925853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=2628242352237925853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/2628242352237925853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/2628242352237925853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/04/darker-it-is-longer-you-can-wear-it.html' title='The Darker it is, The Longer you can Wear it'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-68537289153646822</id><published>2008-04-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:28:50.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, time has flown!! While it has flown, not so much and yet too much has happened. For instance, most of the time I was lounging around while watching TV, playing computer and doing school and the like. However, that is not the end of my tale. If you were following my Mom's blog (gratefulforgrace.blogspot.com) then you know all about my new baby brother. However, if you didn't and to refresh the minds of those who did, here is his story, from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm at AWANA with a friend who will remain nameless. For now we shall call her Sophie, for the sake of the press. Sophie was peering at my mom and then popped The Question. " Is your mom pregnant?" It had occurred to me in the months past that my mom had either been gaining a lot of weight, or she was pregnant. However, thinking that my mom would tell us if she became pregnant, I replied to Sophie. "No, but thank the Lord that you asked me, not her. She doesn't like it if you ask her if she's pregnant and she's not. She starts crying in private." Sophie was startled and started laughing. " I'm sorry, I really thought she was pregnant." It was pretty funny then, but if you thought that was funny, wait 'till you hear this next part! So we are on our way to H-E-B youth camp at Laity Lodge, when on the way there Mom hands us some card for the Brady Brunch. If you know the opening song to the show then you know why that announced it. If not, then go hear, I don't really know it either. Well, that gave me a shock, so I started laughing, thinking of Sophie asking just that week if she was pregnant. When I saw her at AWANA next week I explained the situation. It is now a big joke. My Mom's Doctor had told her that he was worried about her and didn't want her to have another baby after Stinker. My new baby wasn't planned, what happened was...well...umm...You'll have to read Mom's older posts to find out, I mean, after all, I want my blog to be safe for kids. Well, A few months later mom is as big as a water melon and ready for the baby to come. Even later we are preparing for the baby 3 weeks ahead. But then, a week and 2 days from the due date (my mom always has c-sections) she started to feel funny. She started having pains, the next day (Wednesday) she goes to see the Doctor. She doesn't come home for a week and 3 days. It turns out that she has to have the baby early. He was born and was named.....*blank blank blank* HA!! You really thought I was going to post his name on the Web?! No way. I have dubbed him Yawnsaur cause he yawns a lot (he yawned twice on the sonagram!) and cause both the outfits I got him have cute dinosaurs on it, so that's what I'll call him. Anyway, since the actual due date was 2 weeks early, he was born a total of 3 weeks early. That wasn't good at all! Not to mention he wasn't doing so well, so they flew him by helicopter to a hospital in a nearby city, mom and dad stayed with him the whole time. (go figure) They (the doctors)thought he was coming on that day and then on this day but there was always a problem. And then, after two weeks and three days, he came home, and that day was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new brother, and I am sure he loves me. (or he will soon)(I mean, who could resit me?) I can't wait for him to talk.Well, I better go, I love you all, Kisses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-68537289153646822?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/68537289153646822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=68537289153646822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/68537289153646822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/68537289153646822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh My Goodness!!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-5080106112375569672</id><published>2008-02-26T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:23:07.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello faithful viewers!</title><content type='html'>I know you are all probably going to prosecute me for not posting in almost a month, but hey! I've been pretty busy! Okay, maybe not exceptionally busy, but still, pretty busy.  I had my friend Skye spend the night (finally), I've helped with a baby shower, I've gone to AWANAs a lot (every Wednesday), and just hung out around the house. I had a lot of fun being scolded by everyone for not posting,  and will try not to make that mistake again. I don't really have any news except THE News, we are going to be staying where we are until after summer and will be doing summer camp here again. Thank everyone for praying, it certainly did help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-5080106112375569672?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/5080106112375569672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=5080106112375569672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5080106112375569672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5080106112375569672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-faithful-viewers.html' title='Hello faithful viewers!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-2691565966436482105</id><published>2008-01-26T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:24:47.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for our Family</title><content type='html'>My Grandmother Mimi with ALS died last night. She had been suffering and struggling with the disease and passed away quietly. She had been having problems breathing and choked last night and passed away. My Grandpa, Papalou, misses her very much, and he will move in with us sometime soon. It is going to be very hard for all of us and it would help tremendously if you would pray for us. Noah and Chloe were at HEB youth camp with Daddy, while Phoebe, Esther and I were at our church while Mom went to a banquet at a different church. Mom got a call from Papalou saying that Mimi had taken a fall, A friend brought us to her house while Mom and Dad were with Papalou. We didn't expect to see her go so soon, she won't ever get to see the new baby, she won't get to see us move either. It is going to be exceptionally hard on Papalou, and he is the one who needs prayer the most. In God, H.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-2691565966436482105?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/2691565966436482105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=2691565966436482105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/2691565966436482105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/2691565966436482105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-pray-for-our-family.html' title='Please Pray for our Family'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-6357900915612035268</id><published>2008-01-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:37:50.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee! Hi?!</title><content type='html'>Sooo...How are all of you? Good, good. Okay, I know that you are all mad at me for not posting, but I've been busier than a bee AND a beaver together! Okay, maybe not THAT busy, but still busy. For instance, my 11th B-day was on the 16th! We went ice skating with my two closest friends, Skye and Jacklyn. It was too much fun! I had a blast!  You should try it sometime. Also, we are packing up cause we are moving soon. We have decided where we are going to live. In a mobile home, we are not going to build a house at all. Instead we are going to live in the mobile home forever. And if you are thinking that we will be squished and cramped in that tiny space, then think again. It is gonna be as big or bigger than the house we are in now! That is one big mobile home! We had a few packing party's with friends to help and got a lot done. We also have adjusting to normal school, (if you can call homeschooling normal) and are now pretty settled in. I think that catches you up to everything, so I'll be going AND will post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-6357900915612035268?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/6357900915612035268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=6357900915612035268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/6357900915612035268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/6357900915612035268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tee-hee-hi.html' title='Tee Hee! Hi?!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-1570807356620427057</id><published>2007-12-25T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:47:11.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>And a Happy New Year! Sorry I haven't posted lately, you know, the Christmas rush and all that. Did you know that five kids, two parents and a pair of grandparents can trash a single living room in just ten minutes without going through but six presents? It is true. How do I know? Well, let us just say I went through it! This morning we each had to open at least ten to eleven presents. Not to mention that we also opened presents Sunday with my aunt and cousins, we are going to open presents tomorrow with another grandpa, and then this weekend we are going to my my other set of grandparents and they are going to have presents for us too! So,Yeah, I guess you could say that we have more presents than we know what to do with. I mean, sure we know what to do with them, I was just expressing a saying.&lt;br /&gt;You know, we didn't have a lot of presents this year compared to others, but the few we had were amazing! Here are the highlights for each of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Tickets to the spurs game(although it was in the nosebleed section as mom calls it)when they retired Avery Johnson's jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: An Album of all our yearly newsletters. (For those of you who know my mom, you know that is a big thing for her)&lt;br /&gt;Me!: A MP3 Player! Mom and I each got one! And also a new Webkinz. (A stuffed animal that has a secret code to redeem online at Webkinz.com)&lt;br /&gt;Bud: The Transformer Movie which he had been dying to see and had been told that he could not see it until he was eleven or twelve.(he loves transformers so much that he has a abnormal growth on his head, A transformer winter cap.)&lt;br /&gt;Princess: A Lil' Kinz.(A little Webkinz)&lt;br /&gt;Queen: "Horsie Makeup", a thing which she has been wanting for like ever!&lt;br /&gt;Stinker: A plush 'Diego', Dora's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is about it! Have a Happy New Year! Oh! I nearly forgot! It is only about a week and a half till I turn Eleven! :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-1570807356620427057?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/1570807356620427057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=1570807356620427057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/1570807356620427057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/1570807356620427057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-4473039612413268272</id><published>2007-12-13T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:37:09.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Evening</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted lately, I've been really busy.We put up our CHRISTmas decoration's up just recently.(and yes, I did spell it that way on purpose.) Our tree looks so pretty you could eat it. Every year the next kid in line gets to put the star on top of the tree. Speaking of the tree, let me paint a picture of our family in the evening. At night we all snuggle up on our couch and talk about our experiences during the day and sing psalms and drink hot chocolate while enjoying each others presence. This is our family,...NOT! What it really looks like at night is this, a naked baby( Stinker) running around the house while screaming "Nakedy! Nakedy Bottom!" Dad proceeding to chase her. Mom shouting to get Queen's attention, (Because of gunk built up in her ear she is nearly deaf ) Bud making Princess cry, And me off somewhere trying to read or taking a shower. Sorry if I fooled you earlier. Whoops! better go help catch Stinker before she poops somewhere.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-4473039612413268272?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/4473039612413268272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=4473039612413268272' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/4473039612413268272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/4473039612413268272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-evening.html' title='In The Evening'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-415118753291509316</id><published>2007-12-06T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:38:01.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everybody who commented on my first ever. It means a lot to me that you take the time to look at my blog. To really start my blog off I'll tell you about Stinker. Stinker loves me so much that Mom said that if I could breastfeed that she would be out of a job. Tonight we curled up and played peekaboo in front of the Christmas tree. One of our favorite thing to do is play,..... 'Lets Get Stinker Dressed For Bed (If We Can)'. Yeah, sounds like fun doesn't it. It is a lot like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Survival: Stinker, where it all depends upon the next challenge and how you do on it. First up is the terrifying Dresser,(speacial sound effects) where there are the rare diapers, the ferocious shirts, and you have to journey through it all to capture the awe inspiring P.J.. Then you have to bring it back to Stinker. Then the next stage begins, getting it on her. Next is the tickle session. Sadly, most don't survive. Then you have to wind her down and put her to bed, but by then you are falling alsleep on your feet. Belive me you'll sleep good after all that. If you're not sleeping already that is. Bye! ZZZZZzzzzz.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-415118753291509316?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/415118753291509316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=415118753291509316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/415118753291509316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/415118753291509316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-to-everybody-who-commented-on-my.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908596357807399514.post-5388192574620581962</id><published>2007-12-05T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:30:53.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog! I really am ten/eleven. I wanted this blog so much that mom finally relented and gave me it. We thought that it would be no sweat setting one up on her account, but it turned out that if I did that on her account, that every thing that I did would end up on her blog! so then we had to create a e-mail for me just so that I could have a blog! I won't get to check my e-mail or anything until I'm old enough. And then when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;log in&lt;/span&gt;, turns out that you have to also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; account too! so Mom had to get me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; account, whatever that is. But when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; account, it wouldn't let her for some reason. so she had to try for a while and call Dad over and everything. But it worked! so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on a camp for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; kids, and this blog is going to be a account of what it's like living on a camp. My Dad is the program director, and sometimes the camp director too. He's really funny, and there is none like him. My Mom is like most Moms, over protective, a cleaning freak, and a mentor for all my 'girl' stuff. 2# is a real twerp, as most brothers are. 3# is a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-girl, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adores 2#. 4# thinks that she is top of the world and will just about make you bow down before her. 5# is my stinker, and when I say my, I mean My, I mean she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adores me, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adore her too. And then we have a new one on the way,6#. For this blog I'm going to call Dad, Dad.Mom, Mom. 2# Bud. 3# Princess. 4# Queen. And 5# Stinker. The one on the way I'm gonna call babe. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1908596357807399514-5388192574620581962?l=summercamplife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/feeds/5388192574620581962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1908596357807399514&amp;postID=5388192574620581962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5388192574620581962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1908596357807399514/posts/default/5388192574620581962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summercamplife.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-ever.html' title='First Ever'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122286332156817070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
