<?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-4156041745423586497</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:25.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jakobstorys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156041745423586497.post-5751102292386595371</id><published>2009-06-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:28:51.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet smart board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SjqjZr0w94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ge20T9krHG0/s1600-h/clickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348767169111979906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SjqjZr0w94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ge20T9krHG0/s320/clickers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SjqjFyo9XRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aTYS842zkaU/s1600-h/senteo2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766827344125202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SjqjFyo9XRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aTYS842zkaU/s320/senteo2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on the Smart Board, we had 3 tests on the board the first test we did had 13 questions.2nd we did had 11 and on the 3rd test we had 11 we had a choose of a,b,c,d &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was cool oh and the thing we used to do this is a senteo&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/4156041745423586497-5751102292386595371?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/5751102292386595371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=5751102292386595371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/5751102292386595371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/5751102292386595371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-smart-board.html' title='sweet smart board'/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SjqjZr0w94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ge20T9krHG0/s72-c/clickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156041745423586497.post-2179355583691605245</id><published>2009-04-06T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:55:57.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how to train a cat to use a litter box                                                 by:Jakob Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is hi and my last name is door and I had to train my cat to use a litter box because I hated to clean up the floor after he plop’s in 2 min he would plop another one on the floor so I had to follow him around all day as he plopped 2 min later 1 min later&lt;br /&gt;Pee and so on so I said I am through cleaning up his plop’s I said I have to do my job&lt;br /&gt;Go sit on the box and plop but he does not no what I am saying so I used sign language and he listened so he is now trained to sit on a box but he still plop’s every 2 min bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-2179355583691605245?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/2179355583691605245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=2179355583691605245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/2179355583691605245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/2179355583691605245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-train-cat-to-use-litter-box.html' title=''/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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-4156041745423586497.post-8034696346995995837</id><published>2009-01-20T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:29:47.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved this Christmas! On Christmas Eve I went to my grandmas house we had supper then we opened presents.My my best one was a DS lite. When we got  home we got into bed and went to sleep. We woke up in the morning and opened presents, I got guitar Hero World Tour and walky talkys  old fashion pepsi and a cool coca-cola bottle. This was the best Christmas I ever had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-8034696346995995837?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/8034696346995995837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=8034696346995995837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/8034696346995995837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/8034696346995995837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-loved-this-christmas-on-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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-4156041745423586497.post-978310638864130036</id><published>2008-12-10T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:09.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobboyer and barbra</title><content type='html'>We got to the Mackenzie art gallery. We split up in groups. She said we are going to talk about Bob Boyer and we talked about a horse painting and why he did it. Then we moved on to a weird one there was streamers everywhere we did not spend much time on it then we moved on to the next on the painting was on a blanket it had horse pictures all over it then we did a activity we had to fill in this cycles 13 different ways it was fun then we went in the next room it was the boxes that we made for Barbra it was cool then we went to the next room we were looking at a rain painting I said that it could be rain then we moved on to picture  it had knives everywhere it was cool then we moved on to an activity we had to make thing with cloth  it was so fun we went to some horse paintings they were not so cool then we went to the last painting it was my favorite painting it the same picture but on one paper then we did an activity we had to make a picture that is the same on each side then we left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbra came to my school we had to get a piece of paper and then we made a box it was fun then she took them and put them in the art galley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-978310638864130036?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/978310638864130036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=978310638864130036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/978310638864130036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/978310638864130036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2008/12/bobboyer-and-barbra.html' title='bobboyer and barbra'/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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-4156041745423586497.post-4718614323016370573</id><published>2008-11-20T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:33:51.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ballet     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a ballet today it was very as we walk in we sat there as the schools arrived it was about to start the lights were dimming they did a little dance and then they showed us the bun Toto it was weird good I thought it would be just twirling but it was not it was it was jumping posing I liked it because of the costumes and the kind dances&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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-4156041745423586497.post-3068482295460142010</id><published>2008-11-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:53:46.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet</title><content type='html'>Ballet     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a ballet today it was very good I thought it would be just twirling but it was not it was jit was jumping posing I liked it because of the costumes and the kind dances&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-3068482295460142010?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156041745423586497.post-1930266093002474347</id><published>2008-11-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:38:59.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><content type='html'>to cool to sing at the end of the side walk as my heart fills with cheese i die and freeze.            by jakob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-1930266093002474347?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/1930266093002474347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=1930266093002474347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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shell is hard to break&lt;br /&gt;they like to swim fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-3036579732591876428?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/3036579732591876428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=3036579732591876428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/3036579732591876428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/3036579732591876428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2008/11/turtles-turtles-are-cool-and-hard-their.html' title=''/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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-4156041745423586497.post-6380149451011156641</id><published>2008-11-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:48:16.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SR3H6kX0l2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/SoxBX1zwh8E/s1600-h/Jacob_Jordaens-_Portrait_of_a_73+year+old+Man++++Jakob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268586948103280482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SR3H6kX0l2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/SoxBX1zwh8E/s320/Jacob_Jordaens-_Portrait_of_a_73+year+old+Man++++Jakob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 73 year old man named Bob was playing ball in the park with his friends. His friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are George and Frank. George is funny and he is 168 pounds and he is kind. Oh and one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more thing he is cool. Frank is smart and he is 98 pounds. Frank kicked the ball in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned castle. It was scary to look at it. They walked slowly, they opened the door and it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creaked as it opened. They went in the castle. They are looking for the ball we looked every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where but they could not find the ball. There was cob webs all around us then we went in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen where We looked in the stove. There was a tunnel. They went in and they saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BALL!! But the ball was flat then they heard snoring they looked around the corner…… then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a monster. He woke up and he was MAD!!! THE MONSTER WAS TRYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO KILL THEM !!! SO THEY WERE RUNNING AROUND AND JUST GOT OUT IN TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAGHT TO our homes and never ever went back to that house again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jakob Nelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156041745423586497-6380149451011156641?l=jakobstorys2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/feeds/6380149451011156641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156041745423586497&amp;postID=6380149451011156641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/6380149451011156641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156041745423586497/posts/default/6380149451011156641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakobstorys2.blogspot.com/2008/11/joe-73-year-old-man-named-bob-was_06.html' title=''/><author><name>jakobstorys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14773744652317257387</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/_qbzSn8QrIIo/SR3H6kX0l2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/SoxBX1zwh8E/s72-c/Jacob_Jordaens-_Portrait_of_a_73+year+old+Man++++Jakob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
