<?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-7126119555930252116</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:30.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Government</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126119555930252116.post-6023378731699072361</id><published>2009-04-22T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:23:32.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.C Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Discernment Opp:Judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; Ability to understand why things Happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I choose this one because my friends suggested it.I felt like I should not be the one to tell what I am and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it is true this is how I see it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; they come and ask me Questions about life and how to deal with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I don't have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I do.They tell me openly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creativity Opp: Underachievement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Approching a need, a task, an idea from a new perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ashley and I play a game that I made up. Where I play on here back.She swings me around it is really fun.I can also do it on Bronte's back also. We have fun doing this.I think it was very creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to work on Patience more.So I will be able to have a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-6023378731699072361?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/6023378731699072361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=6023378731699072361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/6023378731699072361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/6023378731699072361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/04/cc-blog.html' title='C.C Blog'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-5363954693237052838</id><published>2009-03-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:52:22.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madoff Crime</title><content type='html'>Their has been a huge amount of money been taken away over a period of time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madoff&lt;/span&gt; did it he stole a large amount of money. I think it is about 946 million dollars. When he was caught he went to court immediately. He agreed that he was guilty and was sentenced to 150 years in jail. More people say for sure that he is going to die there. He is going to have to live in jail cell as small as a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have the exactly the dates that he did it but he stole it over a period of time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madoff&lt;/span&gt; is 70 years old and is for sure going to die there soon. When he agreed that he was guilty it was a Thursday. they are going to sell his Business and every thing he owns to pay for the stuff he bought and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&amp;amp;sid=aDQ5DWRZmy0E&amp;amp;refer=home#"&gt;http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&amp;amp;sid=aDQ5DWRZmy0E&amp;amp;refer=home#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-5363954693237052838?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/5363954693237052838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=5363954693237052838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/5363954693237052838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/5363954693237052838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/03/madoff-crime.html' title='Madoff Crime'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-465478061066914609</id><published>2009-03-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:32:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black History Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I did my blog on Frederick Douglass. Frederick Douglass was born on Febuary 14th,1817.(Fredrick made that his brithdate.) He was born in the town of Maryland. His Mother was Harriet Bailey. his Mother was a slave so Frederick was taken away from her at a small age.&lt;br /&gt;Fredericks Master was a very genereous woman and taught fredrick to read and write but she was strict about rules. Soon after Fredericks Masters hus band did not like it so he stopped learning and taught himself.Later did not like the fact of being owned so he wanted to be free so he ran away and was never caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In 1838 frederick married a free slave named Anna Murray. In 1841 fredrick gave a speech about freeing the slaves which gave him the passion to convince white people to set people free.In the 1850s Frederick met Abraham Lincoln in the White House two times.Over the years Abraham has qurrals with frederick but still they where friend.Frederick Douglass died at Abrahams second inaugural. He was a good man who tried to stop slavery thats why I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-465478061066914609?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/465478061066914609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=465478061066914609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/465478061066914609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/465478061066914609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-history-month.html' title='Black History Month'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-4303072152746750588</id><published>2009-03-09T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:34:59.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black History Month Blog Bibiography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://africawithin.com/bios/frederick_douglass.htm"&gt;http://africawithin.com/bios/frederick_douglass.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://afroamhistory.about.com/od/frederickdouglass1/a/bio_douglass_f.htm"&gt;http://afroamhistory.about.com/od/frederickdouglass1/a/bio_douglass_f.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://history1800s.about.com/od/americianoriginals/p/freddouglassbio.htm"&gt;http://history1800s.about.com/od/americianoriginals/p/freddouglassbio.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.rochester.edu/class/douglass/home.html"&gt;http://www.history.rochester.edu/class/douglass/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrlincolnandfreedom.org/content_inside.asp?ID=69&amp;amp;subjectID=4"&gt;http://www.mrlincolnandfreedom.org/content_inside.asp?ID=69&amp;amp;subjectID=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-4303072152746750588?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/4303072152746750588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=4303072152746750588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/4303072152746750588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/4303072152746750588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-history-month-blog-bibiography.html' title='Black History Month Blog Bibiography'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-1087103975222541095</id><published>2009-03-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:11:42.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Clue Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   Joyfulness Opposite: Self-Pity The spontaneous enthusiasm of my spirit when my soul is in fellowship with the Lord.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; am doing my character clue on Joyfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joyfulness is the action and excitement of our spirit.It is good to have it with you and It can be helpful because It helps cheer up a friend or a teacher and it can also lead people to Christ because of your Joy.So the people that don't know you ask where you get there joy they want that Joy so they want to know how you got it and you tell them strait forward that your Joy comes from God the one who made you and loves you  he died for you on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is a verse Psalm 16:11 You will show me the path of life, In your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are there pleasure's forevermore.  There is also a verse on joy that surprised me .It is the Joy of the Lord is my Strength that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nehemiah&lt;/span&gt; 8:10. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; it surprised me is because it helps you to so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a how you feel so good is because you did something that took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of work and you accomplished it. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; there lots more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-1087103975222541095?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/1087103975222541095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=1087103975222541095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1087103975222541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1087103975222541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/03/character-clue-blog.html' title='Character Clue Blog'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-7452744411045182855</id><published>2009-02-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:24:34.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedge of thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I was two or three My parents wanted to teach me how to swim.So one day in the summer they took me to the shallow end which was four feet and I was like three feet. My mom pushed me in and I was so confused and mad that my mom would do such a thing so I ran to my dad he was cheering me on.(the reason I went to my dad was because he is the loving and passionate and he is always understanding.) I got out of the pool as fast as I could. When I got to him he picked me up and put me back in. Now I was more angry and confused. I did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt; about three times until they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spanked and&lt;/span&gt; it was done. I did not know this would help later in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was seven when me sister Emery almost drowned me. Me and my sister love to go to the 24 hour fitness to swim so we went there one day Emery was about three. She loved to be a big girl that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with me until she got all of the attention then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; in to show I was older. so she asked to go on my back into the four feet deep water.(I had to stand on my toes to be above the top.)(I also did not learn how to swim over the years because I was scared I would drown.) Emery was enjoying it I was glad to make her so happy.Emery saw someone under water and started to push on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt; which made me go under. My mom was talking with my dad so she could not her me trying to call her name. Finally I got Emery off my back and I have never let her on my back again. After that I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; lessons and love the water more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral: Take the lesson now than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-7452744411045182855?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/7452744411045182855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=7452744411045182855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/7452744411045182855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/7452744411045182855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-was-two-or-three-my-parents.html' title='Hedge of thorns'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-7962168101526723291</id><published>2009-01-12T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:43:18.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunny and the Mouses life</title><content type='html'>There &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once was a mother bunny.She was going to give birth to six children.The littlest one named bunny almost died three of there sisters died at the age of birth.After a month or so the dad loses his job.He had trouble fining another job.But as it is he did not get enough money anyhow at his old job.soon after they had to leave and go to animalcalifornia it was a big place for the five of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;While the bunny was moving a mouse happened to live by the house they are going to live in. I will tell you her back round.Her mother only gave birth to the mouse.She was the only one.At birth mouse had a cut in his ear since birth.Mouse was teased all the time for being small.she need someone to lean on.she needed someone to be big and strong to block teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On the other hand bunny was getting settled in there new house.It was hard for bunny to leave all her friends.She was all to little to understand.She was two and it was scary leaving everyone.Bunny wanted to go back home but  she knew that she could not.It was time for bunny to go to animal school.School was hard for bunny she need a friend.she was walking on the playground and saw mouse being teased so she said stop.they all ran away and guess what she and mousse became. FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bad news followed them after there friendship.Bunny's mother was ill and died of pneumonia.Mouses father died of cancer.Bunny's sister died because of heart failure.mouses only cousin died.It was a sad month they all had to face those tragedy's slowly and painfully.but they grew strong in everything they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Once they were out of school they had to find a husband to help them.it was hard to find for them.mouse got a man named Steven.Bunny had a man named Andran the hamster.Soon the mouse was to have three of them named Joyce and Lilly and Sandra.Bunny had children too.Four of them there names where Rose and Margret and Elise and Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All of the children had allot of play dates and fun.They went to the carnival.They all were all permanent Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After a couple years Margret had a husband.Lilly and Elise need money to go to college.Sandra and Rachel were in High shcool.Joyce and Rose were always in trouble.Mouse and bunny were ready to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-7962168101526723291?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/7962168101526723291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=7962168101526723291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/7962168101526723291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/7962168101526723291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/01/bunny-and-mouses-life.html' title='The Bunny and the Mouses life'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-2102456931499114886</id><published>2009-01-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:36:12.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redo of christmas blog</title><content type='html'>When I was little girl I had allot of my friends that believed in Santa because ever since they were children they saw Santa Claus in the mall. People think all Christmas is about is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt; I am so happy that my parent's told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because I&lt;/span&gt; would forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an opposite. I had parents that cared for Christ. I am not saying any people that belie in him are bad they forget which is not a good a good excuse.But if you celebrate Christmas little bit it is fine. We or our family has a cake for Jesus in the morning to celebrate his birth and a Christmas dinner to celebrate people finding out about the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter and Christmas and thanksgiving are all different things. Christmas is to celebrate Jesus birth and the mother Mary having having her son. And Easter is about his death and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crusifiction&lt;/span&gt; and how he died for our sins and he loves us with all his heart and even more so he died for us. Thanksgiving is a time of thanks to thank God for all the things he gave us education and health and wonders more If you haven't noticed this but it all ties in to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-2102456931499114886?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/2102456931499114886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=2102456931499114886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/2102456931499114886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/2102456931499114886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2009/01/redo-of-christmas-blog.html' title='Redo of christmas blog'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-4154773462757719982</id><published>2008-12-05T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:19:39.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas blog</title><content type='html'>               When I was little I had alot of  my friends believed in santa because ever since they were children they saw santa claus in the mall and there parents never wanted to spoil the fun for there kids so they said santa claus is real he will be here tomorrow morning they get excited and miss the true meaning of Christmas is to celebrate his birth and lucky for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was an opposite. I had parents that cared for Christ. I am not saying any people that belie in him are bad they forget which is not a good a good excuse.But if you celebrate christmas little bit it is fine. We or our family has a cake for Jesus in the morning to celebrate his birth and a christmas dinner to celebrate people finding out about the Lord Jesus Christ.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-4154773462757719982?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/4154773462757719982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=4154773462757719982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/4154773462757719982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/4154773462757719982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-blog.html' title='Christmas blog'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-1680067016493012370</id><published>2008-11-15T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:18:18.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>character clue</title><content type='html'>                   My Character clue is Endurance  Giving up: The inward strength to with stand stress to accomplish God's best.   this Character clue means to me that you should never give up Let's say that you are in track and field and you have to run 10 miles and you want the prize so bad and you   know your going to get tired easily but you have to try in order to win the prize so you got to go give it your all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You start running you try after 4 miles you have to get a break but you know you can't get the prize if you stop and go the wrong way so you keep on going.This is like our life we run the race to get to heaven our prize is heaven we have to Endure it all but when you finish you will see if you get the prize or not.It feels so good when you know you tried and did not quit like some people do they go there own way and don't know what is coming it may be something bad So we have to try and give it our all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-1680067016493012370?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/1680067016493012370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=1680067016493012370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1680067016493012370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1680067016493012370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-clue.html' title='character clue'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-8984758699720326357</id><published>2008-11-11T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:06:46.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         I did some research on Barack Obama  I found  some things that are good but the most interesting thing was the war with Iraq he is going to make things better than anything he is going to go in and find the terrorist that blew up The twin towers and have this war end so we can be free from hearing the word war! That is great  is it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I want to see to see this war end by the age of 14  wouldent  that be cool! this world is ready for the end of the war.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He also wants to help every little child to have education for public or private schools that is nice I would  think this will help all the children to get educated so they can get reasonable jobs  when they get older homeless people can find a job . I am glad Obama is our President.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-8984758699720326357?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/8984758699720326357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=8984758699720326357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8984758699720326357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8984758699720326357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama.html' title='Barack Obama'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-8958252199303131520</id><published>2008-10-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:53:54.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; Starving time                                                                                                                   The starving time happened in Jamestown in 1609 . It all started when Captain Smith left to go to England for him to get better. At the time he was very sick so he needed to go to England to get better. When he left all of Jamestown wanted to be lazy . When they become lazy they lose every thing like there storage and there food supply goes really wrong and that created the starving time because everyone was so hungry.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;This happened in 1623 with William Bradford and the Native Americans. All the people where having a great feast as we call it Thanksgiving It was to give thank to the Lord in heaven for letting them live though the the hard winter. Alot of people died from desises like pneumonia but the people that lived gave thanks to God.       I got this from our history book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-8958252199303131520?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/8958252199303131520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=8958252199303131520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8958252199303131520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8958252199303131520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/10/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-8056505335757476023</id><published>2008-10-20T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:48:02.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldness</title><content type='html'>     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Character Clue : Boldness&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Confidence in what I have to say or do is true and right and just in the sight of God.          What this means to me is you have to be strong and even when it is hard you may in some cases you might have to die for His word it may be hard but you need to have confidence in God and in the word. To be true is sometimes hard another word for this is Honesty that is though for alot of people .To be true is the same thing.To be right all the time is impossible only god can do that. You maybe right sometimes not all the time.to be just is hard too. You have to be fair and loving and Generous to people and animals and we have to do it all for God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7126119555930252116-8056505335757476023?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/8056505335757476023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=8056505335757476023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8056505335757476023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/8056505335757476023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/10/boldness.html' title='Boldness'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-3955999278291779881</id><published>2008-10-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:19:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Economy</title><content type='html'>As you see we are in a vote with John MCain and Obama this is a vote that no one will forget. Because this an african american and this is unusual and people think John MCain is to old.  MCain and Obama have both back round stories.I will tell you Johns story.When he was younger he was in the veetnimeys War and was caught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-3955999278291779881?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/3955999278291779881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=3955999278291779881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/3955999278291779881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/3955999278291779881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-economy.html' title='Our Economy'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-6539918413753569695</id><published>2008-10-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:03:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My interveiws</title><content type='html'>I want to be a veterinarian because I love animals.It is because they help animals with there health and even with there problems.A veterinarian gives shots to animals and they heal broken legs. I love to help animals in need. It is fun! But sometimes it is sad because there owners cant afford to do things like this some cant survive because they are to old to survive.Or they have to put them down.In other words they will kill them which is sad.I love animals.I cant wait till I am older. But you still have 8 years of  collage. Four of my years will be in school and the other four are at a veterinarian school. My friends think it will be a hard life but I think I will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-6539918413753569695?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/6539918413753569695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=6539918413753569695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/6539918413753569695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/6539918413753569695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-interveiws.html' title='My interveiws'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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-7126119555930252116.post-1893857510427194287</id><published>2008-09-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:29:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Government</title><content type='html'>                                                         Our Government                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         We are in a hard time. We in last two weeks have had a big problem the stock market some of our most important banks have went down like Fanny May Bank. All the people are going crazy because what if there place goes down too but the Government says to calm down. Some people are matching it to the Great Depression so we can prevent that. The Government is giving out money to help some people. Now people are asking for money from the Government. This is really scary because when the people go crazy everything goes crazy it is hard to believe this going on because it doesn't seem like it but it is.So everybody be calm.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126119555930252116-1893857510427194287?l=fcspeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/feeds/1893857510427194287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126119555930252116&amp;postID=1893857510427194287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1893857510427194287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126119555930252116/posts/default/1893857510427194287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcspeanut.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-government.html' title='Our Government'/><author><name>Morgan</name><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></feed>
