<?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-7425614533753060557</id><updated>2011-11-23T10:38:28.777-08:00</updated><category term='capricorn sachce'/><category term='TX'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of T-Monkey</title><subtitle type='html'>The day to day adventures of a CRAZY 8... yr old!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425614533753060557.post-3804225968322005260</id><published>2011-11-23T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:32:05.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGkJIudEHiw/Ts07qLgXugI/AAAAAAAAABk/PsZWNCXF4NY/s1600/android.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678260301013170690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGkJIudEHiw/Ts07qLgXugI/AAAAAAAAABk/PsZWNCXF4NY/s200/android.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHICKBGYAvs/Ts07X3idDdI/AAAAAAAAABY/ISzF5z_HAfI/s1600/android.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mi fone (THE GALAXY) is d best fone evr cuz u can use d voice ting wen u r txting &amp;amp; it comz w/ automatic :) faces &amp;amp; wen d faces come on d screen dey turn into aliens cuz d galaxy is an android fone &amp;amp; d alien is d android's character c...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aint it cute!!!!!:* wow i need mi own logo!!!!! O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill get back 2 u on dat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7425614533753060557-3804225968322005260?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3804225968322005260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=3804225968322005260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3804225968322005260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3804225968322005260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2011/11/galaxy.html' title='the galaxy'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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/-wGkJIudEHiw/Ts07qLgXugI/AAAAAAAAABk/PsZWNCXF4NY/s72-c/android.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425614533753060557.post-3714177318195608123</id><published>2011-11-23T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:14:54.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jXMQRyQMYY/Ts0p6JJw0VI/AAAAAAAAABM/fnv3HiQMrSM/s1600/ARROW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678240784050082130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jXMQRyQMYY/Ts0p6JJw0VI/AAAAAAAAABM/fnv3HiQMrSM/s320/ARROW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KEEP GOING DOWN TO THE BOTTOM I GOT A SUPRISE FOR YOU!!!&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/7425614533753060557-3714177318195608123?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3714177318195608123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=3714177318195608123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3714177318195608123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3714177318195608123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2011/11/tl.html' title='T.L.'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jXMQRyQMYY/Ts0p6JJw0VI/AAAAAAAAABM/fnv3HiQMrSM/s72-c/ARROW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425614533753060557.post-7782996699408559633</id><published>2011-04-12T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:36:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>listen up</title><content type='html'>i have something to tell you! 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ISNT THAT CRAZY!!!!! i love him but he yells and crys to much butthats what babys do. alot of the time he is the cuddle bug of the house, and when he isnt snuggling he is either outside or playing with his toys. esspecially his football. man does that thing fly- but like 1 foot in the air and 3 feet in front of him. but still it is a really..............................great throw.&lt;br /&gt;like him, love him&lt;br /&gt;hate him, play with him&lt;br /&gt;love him-just love him, it saves the trouble of thinking of all of those comebacks all night long. only if he could give a "REPLY".&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;NOW THATS WHAT I CALL "LOVE"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love yah, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-3500016044232257169?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>horseback riding</title><content type='html'>so for 5 weeks i rode a horse in capricorn, his name is Dusty, why you ask. he's named Dusty because he looks like dust. ok we'll start with grounding lessons.&lt;br /&gt;1 you get the western raiyns and put the mouth piece in its mouth and put the ear piece behind its ears and take the not and put it under the ear piece until they tell you to take it out&lt;br /&gt; 2 you get an oval shaped brush that was black and plastic (it gets mud off of it body)&lt;br /&gt;3 you get a surtant pick you face the back legs and shoulder to  shoulder andthey will help you pulltheir hoof up and take the hoof and pick the mud off the hoof until you see a white triangle&lt;br /&gt;4 you take the hand brushand brush to the shape of the fur, fourth you take a swet pad and trough it over its back&lt;br /&gt;5 put 2 heavey pads on top of  the swet pad&lt;br /&gt;6 put the saddel on top of all the pads then undue the belt and put it through the hole and go around 3 times then make a 4 and pull it through the hole.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you about the rest later, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-53519768718516005?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/53519768718516005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=53519768718516005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/53519768718516005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/53519768718516005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/08/horseback-riding.html' title='horseback riding'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-1798004628272471241</id><published>2009-06-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:59:58.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my daddy</title><content type='html'>ok now most of you guys know my dad. he is as kind as every one can get. i see him every monday and every other weekend. he has a bright shiney smile. he is almost always happy. he is so happy he can catch a tornado with his super strong arms. but his super strong muescuels dont compare to his beautiful blue eyes. he has some great intrest skills and he is awesome at making stuff. plus he makes great steak with extrodinair mushroom sauce. i love every moment of it and did i mention he makes awesome hamburgers, and i didnt even like hambergers before that. also his happyness makes me very happy, he also tells me very funny jokes that make me laugh. he says im funny but i dont think so. every morning i hear his shaver and i sometimes say he needs to shave his chest hair. speaking about shaving, i can feel his scratchy facial hair. it feels like a rusty raccoon. he has a bald head with itti, bitti, little, tiny, hairs on it. they are very small, speaking of small my dad is short. you probebly dont want to get too close to him because his farts are like stinky bombs that can come any time and any where, stinky. but what smells good about him you ask, well i think his deodorant and collone do. they make him smell like a beautiful flower at the auboratum. when we go to the beach or swimming pool i can see his tan skin. and i can see his hairy chest, its like a fur ball. he has a beautiful singing voice. its like nature( wind blowing, birds chirpping.) but most of all i love him and that is all that matters, and a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-1798004628272471241?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1798004628272471241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=1798004628272471241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/1798004628272471241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/1798004628272471241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daddy.html' title='my daddy'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-8020958214581352485</id><published>2009-06-11T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:59:43.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby b-bro</title><content type='html'>at school i wrote a story about Braydon and here is how it goes-&lt;br /&gt;    my baby brothers name is Braydon. he is as tiny as a pea, we have cute baby pictures and videos of him. and did i mention he has the cutest face, Braydon will have blue eyes and a small nose, and i think he will have really cute pajamas. i think he will have a baby blue bottle with soy milk in it. also when he grows up i imagine him wearing a tiny tucks.&lt;br /&gt;     my dad said i may have to change Braydons dipper. i bet he will have a really poopy dipper.  then i may have to put lotion on his hands, so that it will give him soft hands. then he might want some soy milk and cheerios, oh no he spilled them every where, eww i stepped on a cherrio.&lt;br /&gt;      since Braydon may have pink lotion it might smell like strawberrys or rassberrys. and another thing is my dad may put his collone on Braydon, and let me tell you something my dads collone smells scrumdiddleyuptiously great. ewww, peeewww! whats that stinch. oh, i think i was suppose to change that. (poopy dipper)&lt;br /&gt;       splish, splash, splat milk spilling down Braydons pants, his pants have stinky milk on them. you cant blame him he will only be 4 when he does it. because of that i have to tell you that he is in my stepmoms stomach right now and it is a possibillity thathe may be born on september 27,2009. when he comes out he will be crying and i will be sighing, but one day he will laugh and i will laugh along. did you like it well there is more to come. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-8020958214581352485?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8020958214581352485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=8020958214581352485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/8020958214581352485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/8020958214581352485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-b-bro.html' title='my baby b-bro'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-2546186421368775448</id><published>2009-06-11T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:00:44.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes, poems, and certificates from my teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the last day of school saying bye to everyone and getting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;autographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;so our 3rd grade teacher&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;us out side and when she starts say that this person loves writing she cant stop, and she cant stop, and she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;stop writing and as sune as i herd the letter t i started walking tword her, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; most likely to be an author,&lt;/span&gt; it was from all four of the 3rd grade teachers.-it was almost the end of the day and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs.tseng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called me out side in the hallway and she gave me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things, the first thing was a note and it goes like this- you are 1 of the most creative and talented &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i know! i love how big your imagination is and all the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;things that you produce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;! continiu working hard and doing your best next year. you will definetly shine in 4th grade! i will miss you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hags-have a great summer!-p.s.make sure you visit me often next &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.much love, mrs.tseng.next is a poem and this is how it goes-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am glad i was your teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm glad i was your teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ive come to love you so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i cant &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belive the end is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hate to see you go. remember all the fun we had and all the things we did but most of all remember .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you're a very special kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mrs.tseng and that was it bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-2546186421368775448?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2546186421368775448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=2546186421368775448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/2546186421368775448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/2546186421368775448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/notes-poems-and-certificates-from-my.html' title='notes, poems, and certificates from my teacher'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-4594448644603118500</id><published>2009-06-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:17:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD IN A NECK BRACE</title><content type='html'>ONE DAY DADS NECK WAS HURTING AND BECKY SAID THAT DAD HAD TO HAVE SURGERY AND WHEN DAD WAS HAVING SURGERY THEY HAD TO CUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF HIS NECK (AND IN THE FRONT) AND I THINK THE NEXT DAY I CAME OVER AND SAID HI. DAD SAID I CAN LAY DOWN WITH HIM BUT ONLY IF I SAT ON THE RIGHT SIDE BECAUSE HIS LEFT ARM WAS HURTING. THEN I GOT VERY HUNGRY, SO BECKY WENT AND GOT ME A PURPLE POPSICLE. WHEN I WAS THROUGH WITH MY PURPLE POPSICLE MY LIPS WHERE PURPLE. MY DAD WAS GIVIN SOME AIR PUTTY AND HE SAID I MAY BEABLE TO PLAY WITH IT. THEN I HAD TO LEAVE BUT BEFORE I LEFT I ASKED IF I COULD HAVE SPEARMINT FLAVORED GUM, THEN WE LEFT.(A FEW DAYS LATER.) THATS WHEN I SAW DAD IN HIS BLUE NECK BRACE AT HOME. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-4594448644603118500?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4594448644603118500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=4594448644603118500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/4594448644603118500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/4594448644603118500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad-in-neck-brace.html' title='DAD IN A NECK BRACE'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-3190164717490866853</id><published>2009-06-11T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:38:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>braydon-my baby brother</title><content type='html'>it all started with a phone call from dad he said Becky was pregnant, so i called everyone i knew. (a few months later) on June 8th i went to a sonogram, and Braydon looks like a skull, and he would not stop moving. When they did pictures of Braydon they wrote stuff on the pictures like: hi mom and dad, hi sis, hi everyone, baby thinking (picture of head), hand, and feet. so that is what i know about Braydon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-3190164717490866853?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3190164717490866853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=3190164717490866853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3190164717490866853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3190164717490866853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/braydon-my-baby-brother.html' title='braydon-my baby brother'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-6440588289966818933</id><published>2008-12-22T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:16:23.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiniese Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;story &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; went&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;grandmothers &lt;/span&gt;house &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;had &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eaten &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;played &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;Christmas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt; where &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; pick &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; number &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;say &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; 5 &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt; off &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; table &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; steal &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; gift &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; stuck &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; white &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;glass&lt;/span&gt; Christmas &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tree &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; white&lt;/span&gt; snow &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; climbing &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; Christmas &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;seasoning &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;holder&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;seasoning&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-6440588289966818933?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6440588289966818933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=6440588289966818933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/6440588289966818933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/6440588289966818933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/chiniese-christmas-tree.html' title='Chiniese Christmas Tree'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-2183277396393733171</id><published>2008-08-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:51:04.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute baby Sugerglider</title><content type='html'>so dad made me eat asparagus and becky made me eat all of them or I couldn't get my sugar glider and I did it. Then we went to becky's friends and got it. It peed on dad.It hurt when it crawled  on me.It is like a mouse with wings,it has tiny poop,it is smaller than it looks,it has a watery nose,and a long lizard tongue. Dad tried to wake it up so he could take it everywhere with us and it growled at dad. This is why I like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-2183277396393733171?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2183277396393733171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=2183277396393733171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/2183277396393733171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/2183277396393733171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/08/cute-baby-sugerglider.html' title='Cute baby Sugerglider'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-1509373373372597924</id><published>2008-08-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:27:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day with dad for a weekend</title><content type='html'>So today I go back to my moms house for a weekend and I will not be able to write for you so I will tell you what I did the past few days and I hope you like it. So dad got a new boat we went to the lake on the boat we stayed on the boat for 2 hours.First we went fast andwhen we went bumpy it went high and slammed on the waves over the water than we cruised than we went fast for a while than we left.The next day we had huburds for lunch next door was a place that  makes saramic.The next day we ate huburds for breakfast than we baught a saramic duck a saramic angel for my oma and a saramic teddy bear.THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-1509373373372597924?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1509373373372597924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=1509373373372597924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/1509373373372597924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/1509373373372597924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-with-dad-for-weekend.html' title='Last day with dad for a weekend'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-3685921243346807496</id><published>2008-07-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:44:53.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The circle of Life...</title><content type='html'>So this morning dad was searching through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; vines he was trying to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt;, a female is a tiny bulb with a flower on the end of it. You try to take the pollen out of the male and rub it on the female.A male is a yellow bright flower &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that teams up with the female to make a baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; and that is how dad got these big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;watermelons&lt;/span&gt;.THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-3685921243346807496?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3685921243346807496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=3685921243346807496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3685921243346807496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3685921243346807496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/circle-of-life.html' title='The circle of Life...'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-5964953971949195662</id><published>2008-07-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:30:13.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So there I was, sitting around like an old lump at Landon's when out of nowhere this crazy man with fungus toes burnt to a crisp appeared in the door yelling FIRE FIRE. It was actually my dad who had come to save me from the raging fire &lt;a href="http://www.nbc5i.com/news/17019256/detail.html"&gt;2 houses down&lt;/a&gt;. He had been trying to find us but the door was locked and closed but I didn't even know Landon had locked or closed it. So my dad picks me up so he can save me and so we can go eat dinner and then I see this house with black smoke coming out of the roof and the house was burnt to the ground like dirt. So we couldn't think of anything to eat because I didn't want Cheddars but THEY DID. Since we couldn't decide I got to go back to Landons becausse I had just had  a big bowl of macaroni &amp;amp; cheese and they went to Cheddars and saw Marcus. I had another big bowl of macaroni when I got to Landons. Since I had my bathing suit under my clothes and Landon had his bathing suit on he put on the sprinklers and we bounced on the trampoline. Then we went to the pool with Dad and Becky. After the pool we had to take Landon back but we couldn't walk in front of the house on fire because Landon didn't have any shoes on and there was still ashes on the concrete and I was scared whenever I left. Then I went to bed and slept happily ever after until the morning! Tomorrow I get a &lt;a href="http://www.sugarglider.com/"&gt;Sugarglider&lt;/a&gt;, pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-5964953971949195662?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5964953971949195662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=5964953971949195662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/5964953971949195662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/5964953971949195662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-5158458118630628143</id><published>2008-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:16:21.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddys shop</title><content type='html'>So today at dads shop there was smoke coming from dads black car.The smoke is called carbon monoxide,it can k i l l you in 30 min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-5158458118630628143?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5158458118630628143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=5158458118630628143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/5158458118630628143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/5158458118630628143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-shop.html' title='daddys shop'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-8735877484656338725</id><published>2008-07-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:36:23.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDvrzFMM4ZU/SIyv28zsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmIgLkwzgEU/s1600-h/DSCF1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746626041022674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDvrzFMM4ZU/SIyv28zsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmIgLkwzgEU/s320/DSCF1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my family reunion and there was a balloon man. First he made me a monkey that wasn't attached to this coconut tree, then I asked him to make a pig but he was like "how about I make you a palm tree" so I said SURE and he said he would do a pig later. So he made me a pig after the reunion. After that we went to my cousins house, his name is Michael and I got him a spider man balloon. Then he was like "who's is this?" and I said it was his. Then he said he liked mine. Then we went swimming and I brought my seal and my floaty and put it off the edge of the pool and Michael jumped into it. Then I tried but I missed! After that we went to the big pool where me and Michael ran a long way and jumped into the pool, I jumped first and then I caught Michael because he let go of my hand. Then we went to On the Border and I ate a cheese enchilada. Michael had a corn dog and Mom ate empanadas. After that Michael spent the night, we made a house made of cardboard boxes and we put my tent behind it and it made a house that we slept in. In the morning we woke up at 8:44 and we made a mailbox to our house. Then we wrote notes to each other. Then my step mom and Dad picked me up and I brought my balloon with me and I showed them and Becky was like "Whoa, that is a cool balloon" then we got home. Becky was like "do you want to take a picture of your balloon and put it on your blog?" and I said yes. The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-8735877484656338725?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8735877484656338725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=8735877484656338725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/8735877484656338725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/8735877484656338725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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/_cDvrzFMM4ZU/SIyv28zsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmIgLkwzgEU/s72-c/DSCF1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425614533753060557.post-9201711520365062129</id><published>2008-07-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:07:57.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Disneyworld Part 2</title><content type='html'>We did lots of fun things in Disneyworld. The next day we went to a waterpark and me and Mom rode a big water ride. Then it started raining and we couldn't swim anymore. The next day we went to another part of Disneyworld and we went on a train to Mickey's and Minnie's house. I took a picture with Mickey and Minnie and Minnie kissed me.  Then we rode a big water ride that was in Jurassic Park. The ride back home was really long but I had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-9201711520365062129?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/9201711520365062129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=9201711520365062129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/9201711520365062129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/9201711520365062129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-trip-to-disneyworld-part-2.html' title='My trip to Disneyworld Part 2'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-7216737323630616911</id><published>2008-07-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:31:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer in Disney World</title><content type='html'>So first I got to this hotel it was called The Hilton Inn.There was a beach 3 miles from the hotel and I found lots of seashells.The next day we got to a condo.They had a inside and out side pool that are conected and they got a hot hot hot tub and a game room.An 18 year old went with us his name is Chris.There was a basket ball court so he went to check it out.Then it started lightning so we went back to our room.The next day we went to Universal Studios. My mom rode the Hulk, it looked scary so I didn't ride it. Chris' mom felt like she was going to throw up. I have to go now, I will finish this story later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-7216737323630616911?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7216737323630616911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=7216737323630616911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/7216737323630616911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/7216737323630616911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-summer-in-disney-world.html' title='My summer in Disney World'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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-7425614533753060557.post-3197406740438234828</id><published>2008-07-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:58:20.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is tmonkey. I live in texas. I am in 3rd grade.I go to my dads body shop when I have nothing to do.I have lots of things to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425614533753060557-3197406740438234828?l=ttmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3197406740438234828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425614533753060557&amp;postID=3197406740438234828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3197406740438234828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425614533753060557/posts/default/3197406740438234828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>T-Monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14931678264330645153</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></feed>
