<?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-4141369598553829368</id><updated>2011-06-22T18:56:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mind of My Own</title><subtitle type='html'>The creative mind of Alex at 10 years</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850890738813857289</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141369598553829368.post-4798479164257952202</id><published>2008-05-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:31:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex's grade had 5th grade day "Dancing thru the Decades"  Alex represented the 80's by dressing as Slash from Gun's and Roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLftavPktI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BkgIpGAEEx4/s1600-h/IMG_4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202466490930926290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLftavPktI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BkgIpGAEEx4/s320/IMG_4741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some other 80' dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLft6vPkuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dK08UvhKg3U/s1600-h/IMG_4745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202466499520860898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLft6vPkuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dK08UvhKg3U/s320/IMG_4745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess which teacher this is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLfuKvPkvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dTwylaX5SMM/s1600-h/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202466503815828210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLfuKvPkvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dTwylaX5SMM/s320/IMG_4752.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids really went out in costumes.  The girls all had go-go boots or platform shoes!  Slash looks good with the hippies as a background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLfuavPkwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0mqixHiXKA4/s1600-h/IMG_4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202466508110795522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLfuavPkwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0mqixHiXKA4/s320/IMG_4753.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/4141369598553829368-4798479164257952202?l=alexchenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4798479164257952202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141369598553829368&amp;postID=4798479164257952202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/4798479164257952202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/4798479164257952202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/2008/05/alexs-grade-had-5th-grade-day-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850890738813857289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/SDLftavPktI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BkgIpGAEEx4/s72-c/IMG_4741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141369598553829368.post-1103799875848250261</id><published>2007-12-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:37:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Spot</title><content type='html'>There are so many places to go, but my very favorite is a fishing spot in a shipyard in Mobile, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;       Looking out of the boat, I see a big, dull wall covering the gleaming sun.  Next to me my fishing buddies Grandpa and Chris are anxiously waiting for a fish to bite their big, juicy, shrimp.  The dark gloomy background of ships and lumber owns my imagination. &lt;br /&gt;       Echoing  sirens startle me out of my britches.  They are blaring so loud my ears pop out of my head.  As I reel in a whopper, the splashing tail sounds encouraging.  If I were blind, the sounds around me would immediately tell me where I was. &lt;br /&gt;       Cranes as tall as large redwood trees blow off a smoky aroma that breezes through the air.  The fishy stench swells my nose the size of a golf ball.  Rotten smelling ships slowly pass &lt;br /&gt;by like immense swimming turtles.  Putrid odors box me in like a pack of wild dogs. &lt;br /&gt;       Despite the smells, I feel a boost of confidence.  As I get a nibble, a thrilling roller coaster rides through my muscles.  Nervously reeling in my catch, my heart is beating like a piston.  Oh so satisfied, I pose for my picture. &lt;br /&gt;       All in all, the great experiences I have all wind up to my special place with my special fishing buddies.  Luckily for me, I go there quite often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141369598553829368-1103799875848250261?l=alexchenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1103799875848250261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141369598553829368&amp;postID=1103799875848250261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/1103799875848250261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/1103799875848250261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/2007/12/fishing-spot.html' title='Fishing Spot'/><author><name>dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850890738813857289</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141369598553829368.post-6844629699065513785</id><published>2007-11-18T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:02:04.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/R0C2Sx9M3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/kW8ECvXItR0/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134304008966299202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/R0C2Sx9M3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/kW8ECvXItR0/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew this picture for a contest at school. I drew this to encourage people to find a cure for cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141369598553829368-6844629699065513785?l=alexchenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6844629699065513785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141369598553829368&amp;postID=6844629699065513785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/6844629699065513785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141369598553829368/posts/default/6844629699065513785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexchenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-drew-this-picture-for-contest-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850890738813857289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mG5kQ9Tm8gU/R0C2Sx9M3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/kW8ECvXItR0/s72-c/IMG_3772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
