<?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-33605205</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bran-Man</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi! My name is Bran-Man. I am a Homeschooler. I like to read, play with friends, swim, play video games, play with my dog, karate, play percussion, and hangin' with my cousins.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.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-33605205.post-116464529374931521</id><published>2006-11-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:34:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Saturday we went to the flea market and when we were three blocks away, we saw a guy get hit by a car. We used my mom's car phone, and called 911 for help.  Apparently, the guy was drunk and he did not know the day of the week. He got hit on his head by one of the mirrors of the car. The police, ambulance and fire department came, and checked to see if he was alright. And he was O.K.  After that we went to the flea market. When we got there I saw some very old, superhero cards. Later we went to Wendy's, and I had a burger. Then Sis' was suppose to have a nap, but Dad and Mom let her off easy. When we got home, and mom got off the phone, we played Harry Potter Scene It.  I won the game. Later we went to bed. The reason it was a sad day was because the man got hit by a car, the reason it was a good day was because he didn't get killed. So, do not ride bikes, scooters, rollerblades, or skateboards in the street, or walk in the street with out a big person. Because if you do you might get run over by a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-116464529374931521?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/116464529374931521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=116464529374931521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116464529374931521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116464529374931521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-and-sad-day.html' title='The Good and Sad Day'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-116179640169261084</id><published>2006-10-25T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:18:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Triops</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Triops are dinosaurs. They are related to shrimp. They have three eyes. They swim alot. They outlived the dinosaurs because they can live in suspended animation for up to 25 years. They slept while the dinosaurs died. They put their food on their stomach and move the food up to their mouth by moving all their legs. It took 3 days for our eggs to hatch. We started out with 5. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6197/1980/1600/P1020444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6197/1980/320/P1020444.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, soon we only had 2 left left. We have had them for 2 months, but today the big one ate the little one. So I only have one now. He is about 2 inches long. He is suppose to get to be 4 inches long. And he will not live much longer, he is only suppose to live for 40 - 70 days. It was very, very fun to grow them. But, if you have any other pets, it is just more work to grow them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-116179640169261084?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/116179640169261084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=116179640169261084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116179640169261084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116179640169261084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-about-triops_25.html' title='All About Triops'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-116112007481307498</id><published>2006-10-17T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:07:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties</title><content type='html'>Monday, my family went out to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.oldcountrybuffet.com/"&gt;HomeTown Buffet&lt;/a&gt;. The food there is very, very good. I like it because of their macaroni and cheese and rolls. But, for real they are not as good as Gramie's rolls. Then, we went to the gas station. After that, we got the new movie, &lt;a href="http://www.garfieldmovie.com/index2.html"&gt;"Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties." &lt;/a&gt;Today, I watched it, and it was funny. My favorite part was when Odie went to the bathroom on a foot guard. I only recommend this movie for kids as old as 7 years old and up. Because, there was some name calling. If you see it, I hope you like it. I will start to write more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Bran-Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-116112007481307498?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.garfieldmovie.com/index2.html' title='Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/116112007481307498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=116112007481307498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116112007481307498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116112007481307498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/10/garfield-tail-of-two-kitties.html' title='Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-116077431020799004</id><published>2006-10-13T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:18:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Reasons I like to home school</title><content type='html'>1. I get to be with my great Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get to have fun breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I get my work done faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I get to do lots of fun experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get to learn about a lot of different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I get to go on lots of fun field trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-116077431020799004?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/116077431020799004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=116077431020799004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116077431020799004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116077431020799004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/10/6-reasons-i-like-to-home-school.html' title='6 Reasons I like to home school'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-116052259248566001</id><published>2006-10-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:23:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Today I didn't have school because I am sick. I have a sore throat, runny nose, tummy problems, a temperature of 102, and a cough. My mom took me to the Doctor's office, obviously, since I'm sick. I got a strep test and a finger prick. It was so horrible, that I will hate the Doctor's office forever. They said, they think I have a virus. After my Doctor's appointment I got to rent Lego's Star Wars II. Because, I am sick. And after that we picked up Mom's lunch, I didn't want any. Then we went home, and I played video games. It was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-116052259248566001?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/116052259248566001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=116052259248566001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116052259248566001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/116052259248566001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115981513150386250</id><published>2006-10-02T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:52:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6197/1980/1600/Copy%20of%20kenpics%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6197/1980/320/Copy%20of%20kenpics%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it took me so long to write another post. I have been busy for the last couple of days.  The reason I didn't have school on Friday was because I home-school and my sister who goes to Public school had the day off. So since she had the day off my mom took us to the movies with our friends. Friday, I went to see the new movie &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/openseason/"&gt;"Open Season." &lt;/a&gt; It was very funny. After the movie, I go to my bf's house.  Then I went to my Pack meeting. It was behind bf's house at the park. We played baseball and made hamburgers. I got to make my own hamburger on a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Burner"&gt;buddy burner&lt;/a&gt;. Then I spent the night at bf's house.  The next day, I went to bf's baseball game and his team won.  It took forever for them to win. It took five innings.  Then, after church I went &lt;a href="http://www.bowlkingpin.com/"&gt;bowling&lt;/a&gt; with bf at a birthday party. We got to bowl in an area that was lit with black lights.  It was very, very, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115981513150386250?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115981513150386250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115981513150386250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115981513150386250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115981513150386250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115877426003237208</id><published>2006-09-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:13:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>My mom dropped me off at J dudes house and we waited for my BF and radioactive dude. Then we went to the Fall Festival. They had lots of fun games. They had a game where you could win candy. There was a game where you tried to throw hoops over cones. They had a limbo game where you went under a stick that was held up on two other sticks. All the games had prizes except the limbo. BF's arm got hit by a kid who was throwing rocks into the creek. Then BF had to go to the ER and get x-rayed. He came back to J dudes house 5 minutes after we did. BFsaid his arm wasn't broken but, it hurt and it was in a sling. After that we ate cake, opened presents, and went to bed. I think J dude would want to have the same kind of birthday next year because it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115877426003237208?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115877426003237208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115877426003237208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115877426003237208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115877426003237208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115816297773381769</id><published>2006-09-13T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:19:14.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter to President Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear President Bush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is "Bran Man". I am 9 years old and I Home-School. I am writing to you after reading, &lt;u&gt;So, You Want To Be President&lt;/u&gt;. I decided that I don’t think I want to be President because it is too much work. But, I wanted to write and thank you for all the work you have done. I want to thank you for helping with the War on Terror. Thank you for helping with getting rid of the terrorists, because it helps to protect our country. It makes me feel safe, knowing that we can live in a peaceful world. Thank you for making this world a better place. Thank you for believing in God, it gives everyone faith that you will do a good job. This summer I was baptized on vacation in the Greenbriar River, at Cass Railroad State Park. Since, I was baptized I believe that God is real and that Jesus is the Son of God. All the things you do are important to our country. I wish that you could be President longer, but you and I both know you can only serve 8 years. I think you’re the best President ever. I also want to invite you to my church, but I realize that you are a busy man. I go to the Crestwood church of Christ. But, you could read about me at my blog: &lt;a href="http://bran-man.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bran-man.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . If you have the time to visit my blog, I hope you leave a “comment.” Take good care of yourself, and thank you for serving and protecting The United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bran-Man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Edited from original version for blogworld.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115816297773381769?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115816297773381769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115816297773381769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115816297773381769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115816297773381769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-letter-to-president-bush.html' title='My Letter to President Bush'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115810694132869503</id><published>2006-09-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:15:21.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, you want to be President</title><content type='html'>I read "So you want to be President," for my Home-School group. I thought it was funny. It was about the good things and bad things about being President. It talked about having to take an oath to become President.  I think that it is good to have the oath, so the peolple know that you are going to protect them. I already knew this because I have seen it happen on T.V. The book said George H. W. Bush had to eat broccolli as a kid. But, when he became President he didn't have to eat it anymore because Presidents can eat whatever they want. You have to become 35 years old to become President. I don't think I want to become President because you have to do lots and lots of homework. But, I think that even though some are short or fat or funny, that they have a very big job protecting our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115810694132869503?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://eduscapes.com/caldecott/01a.htm' title='So, you want to be President'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115810694132869503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115810694132869503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115810694132869503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115810694132869503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-you-want-to-be-president.html' title='So, you want to be President'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115741825213051019</id><published>2006-09-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:50:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things...</title><content type='html'>Three Things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three things that scare me: getting kicked out of my house, bees, and wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three people who make me laugh: Mom, my BF, and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three things I hate the most: broccoli, carrots, and cauliflour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three things I don't understand: kids who are mean, God being able to make stuff, and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Three things I'm doing right now: laying down, blogging, and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three things I want to do before I die: go into outer space, have great-great-grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;and snow board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Three things I can do: beat video games, win bike races, and play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Three ways to describe my personality: cool, funny, and a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Three things I can't do: drive a car, stay up till midnight, and eat pizza for every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Three things you should never listen to: cuss words, strangers, and the 8 balls you shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Three things you should hear: my parents, my friends talk, and my dog barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Three things I'd like to learn: morse- code, more Latin-Greek words, and karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Three favorite foods: pizza, 'burgers, and gramies bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Three beverages I drink regularly: sprite, water, and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Three shows I watched as a kid: poke'mon, American Dragon, and Power Rangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115741825213051019?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115741825213051019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115741825213051019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115741825213051019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115741825213051019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-things.html' title='Three Things...'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115703269096966201</id><published>2006-08-31T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:02:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAX Wild Safari</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.louisvillescience.org/"&gt;Louisville Science Center &lt;/a&gt;with my friends Hubbadood &amp;amp; Hubbadette. We were the only people in the theatre. We sat in the very back. In the movie there were White Rhinos, Elephants, Cheetahs, Lions, and some type of buffalo that had curly horns. Watching the movie was like riding in a Jeep. The best part of the movie was the lions. The lions roared loudly and it scared me. I wasn't expecting that! I wouldn't want to go to Africa because the lions might eat me. It was an exciting movie but don't bring anyone under the age of 2 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115703269096966201?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nwave.com/wildsafari/' title='IMAX Wild Safari'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115703269096966201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115703269096966201' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115703269096966201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115703269096966201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/08/imax-wild-safari.html' title='IMAX Wild Safari'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33605205.post-115696657411539360</id><published>2006-08-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:42:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.kystatefair.org/"&gt;KY State Fair &lt;/a&gt;twice in one week. The first time I went with my friends Hubbadood &amp;amp; Hubbadette. I ate a corn dog and a vanilla milkshake. The milkshake made me sick. It was sooo rich.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I also went through a pumped up obstacle course. &lt;a href="http://www.raptorrehab.org/new/frameset.htm"&gt;I saw a buzzard, horned owl, and a screech owl.&lt;/a&gt; The second time I went to the fair with my "BF" and his family. I got an ice-cream cone. It was sticky because it was hot outside. We saw cows, goats, sheep, and pigs. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.dewactionsportstour.com/"&gt;skateboarders and bikers &lt;/a&gt;doing tricks on ramps and one of them jumped over another guy. It was very cool. I almost made it to the top of a rock climbing wall. I liked the Kentucky State Fair and I really hope I can go back again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33605205-115696657411539360?l=bran-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kystatefair.org/' title='Kentucky State Fair'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115696657411539360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33605205&amp;postID=115696657411539360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115696657411539360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33605205/posts/default/115696657411539360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bran-man.blogspot.com/2006/08/kentucky-state-fair.html' title='Kentucky State Fair'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133988534169402139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://avatars.jurko.net/uploads/avatar_3571.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
