<?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-8566334363669741969</id><updated>2011-12-30T09:34:45.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles' Domain</title><subtitle type='html'>Well hi thar :)

My name is Bubbles, and this is my humble abode. I don't right very often, but I get it in there when I can. (Or in some cases when I remember.) So hopefully you'll take a look!

I love to write, so bits and pieces go up here every once and a while. Same with updates about my beehive, I'll post about it once in a while.
Thanks!
-Bubbles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-5428011841131456849</id><published>2009-02-26T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:38:54.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>My apologize for such a short post today.  I'm really getting busy with homework, track and work lately. So I probably won't be posting as often or as much. Once track is over I might be able to post more. So you'll just have to bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-5428011841131456849?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/5428011841131456849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=5428011841131456849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5428011841131456849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5428011841131456849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-5537488358052410831</id><published>2009-02-15T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:32:50.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the story</title><content type='html'>All right. It still doesn't  have a name, so I'm going to let that brainstorm settle for a while. Now you can turn your attention to the story that I've been meaning to post all along. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;New Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green Eye&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Here's the prologue. It's kind of late, so I'm not posting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     When I was born, my grandma predicted that I would have a great power like never seen before, and that one day I would use this power to save us.&lt;br /&gt;     I wonder about her sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; She died when I was two, and I never really knew her. My mum and dad say she was going a bit bonkers when she died. But the again, that's how most physics die. Absolutely bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     Mum says that she can sometimes see Grandma, but not enough to speak to her. Mum's the lucky one. She has spirit seeing. So she can see almost anyone who has past away. As long as the spirit's in hearing range, if she wants, she can talk with them. But Grandma seems to stay away a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dad's a wizard on languages. He says he wishes he had Mum's talent so he could understand more languages. Not like he already doesn't know a thousand anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     Royan says as soon as he gets his degree in languages, he's gonna explore the world. Doing what Dad had always wanted to, but never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     I don't know about me though... If Grandma was right about me having powers, I'm guessing it has something to do with my eyes. I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Amberlynn!"&lt;br /&gt;     The pencil dropped from my hand in surprise, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Come on! What are you doing that's taking so long?"&lt;br /&gt;     I hurried to put the journal back in it's hiding spot, while at the same time gathering my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, I guess I need to stop for now. I'll continue with Chapter one later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-5537488358052410831?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/5537488358052410831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=5537488358052410831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5537488358052410831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5537488358052410831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-on-story.html' title='More on the story'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-9133204489639253122</id><published>2009-02-07T11:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:33:40.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okey, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;going to start posting parts of one of my stories that I'm writing, but I had a brain storm and I need some feedback on it. This is something that a wrote recently and I have no idea where it will go, or what going on. Personally, I think that it'll just go where it wants, and I'll just follow along. So here it is, and if you have any title suggestions, I'd love to hear them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunshine came through the blinds like liquid gold, giving my apricot room that glow I loved so much. My eyes, still filled with sleep were blinking slowly, adjusting for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          I eventually sat up. My bedsheets were clumped up at the end of my bed, and it was cold. I sat for a bit on the edge of my bed, thinking about my funny dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          I had been walking through someplace dark, and quiet. I could here little scamperings about, but nothing disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          Then suddenly, it was light. And I could see that it was a forest. I flexed my ear muscle impulsively, then realized that humans don't flick their ears in surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          "What in the heck am I then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I heard a low, deep growl. Then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So strange...&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I thought, getting up and starting my morning routine. Wash, dress, last minute studies if there were exams. Then off to first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     It was weird being in all advanced magiks. Instead of the usual group of dumb, and partially smart kids, everyone was just as, or even smarted than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I rubbed my new ring on my sleeve. It had an annoying smudge from me running my thumb across it out of habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really should stop that.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day I'll wear all the way through it.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          "Jon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          I turned to a familiar voice. David caught up with me, Zach right behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     "How ya doing taday boys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David shrugged, "Not too bad. I've got that Adv. Potions III quiz that I haven't quite prepared for. But nothing else really horrible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          Zach scoffed, " Why didn't you ask Jon to help you study? He's the potion expert."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          David shrugged again, "I dunno. Did you ever think that maybe I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;purposely. Did. Not. Study?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I grinned and got between them, "Okay fellas. There's enough campus to go around. Why don't you save the fights for 'Combats'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Zach grinned, "Yeah! A competition!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David's eyed flared, showing that he didn't even have to say what he was thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I cleared my throat, "Ahum. So, what are the bets today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David took a timeout from staring down Zach and answered, "I'm on Ginny for 5."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Zach smirked, "Huh, I'll take that. Jon, put me down for 5 on Margo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I pulled out a recording paper and pressed my ring in the designated spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     "Zach, 5 on Margo. David apposing, 5 on Ginny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     The paper responded, tallying these to the rest of the bets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Zach glanced over my shoulder and looked, "Hey! you got a new one! Lemme see!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David came over to see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I held out my hand so they could see my new ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     It was simple and elegant, like all the rings that came from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gryggs and Troy&lt;/span&gt;. A sturdy band of steel and gold gilding. The swirls on the band were organic and eye catching, and the small emerald was cut to sparkling perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     "What happened to your other one?" David asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     "It started shorting out because I almost rubbed a spot on it to the core."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Zach started laughing, "So how much did that set you back, smart one.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I sighed and mumbled, "650."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David started laughing too, "Oh, ha ha ha ha. Jon, ha ha, you need to start breaking some of your habits! Ha ha ha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I grumbled, hands now in my pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David stopped for a bit, "Hey Jon," He said grinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I turned my head to see where he was looking, "Here they come." I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Margo Lords and Ginny Carrol were both very smart, successful, and attractive girls on campus. They were also best friends for never. That's right, enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     So it was almost guaranteed that everyday, they would fight. Whether it was with words, or fists, they fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     David and Zach liked to try guessing who would be the first to start attacking. And like everything else they did, they turned that into gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew, my hands are tired! So, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&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/8566334363669741969-9133204489639253122?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/9133204489639253122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=9133204489639253122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/9133204489639253122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/9133204489639253122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-8923559471721014776</id><published>2009-01-30T17:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:56:11.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SYOJEBakeYI/AAAAAAAAACU/LyYyTOT_GOo/s1600-h/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SYOJEBakeYI/AAAAAAAAACU/LyYyTOT_GOo/s320/IMG_3115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297228288910195074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone :) I'm hoping to continue to post more often, so I thought as a commitment, I would start putting up chapters of my stories that I'm writing. I would love any feed back that you have to give! I'm probably going to be working on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Sky New Sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Eye Blue Eye &lt;/span&gt;the most, but I have some other ones that I would like people to see as well. So I will hopefully see to getting up the first chapter of something on Sunday, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. This is a picture from way back when I was collecting my honey last year. I realized that I never put a picture up. Sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-8923559471721014776?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/8923559471721014776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=8923559471721014776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/8923559471721014776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/8923559471721014776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SYOJEBakeYI/AAAAAAAAACU/LyYyTOT_GOo/s72-c/IMG_3115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-5371527784228121321</id><published>2008-12-21T09:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:54:10.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Since my brothers Gabe and Cole now share a blog, I need to start posting more so that mine stays cooler than theirs &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;    Well, now I have a job.  I work at Dahl's food store, and I bag groceries. School's going okay I suppose, I've taken most of my finals already... Except for my Science one which got canceled because of snow and sleet. Hallelujah! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; going to exempt from that horrid final, but then Mr. Dayton went against what he had told us and put up our grades for a project &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before finals.&lt;/span&gt; Which lowered my grade down to a B+, so now I can't exempt. GGGGGRRRRRR. I really dislike Mr. Dayton. That project was worth more than our final! I've been babysitting when I haven't been working. Yesterday I babysat for the Califfs(sp?),  they have two kids who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. The youngest one is named Gabe and is an ever moving ball of energy. The older one's name is Max, and is about my brother Gabe's age. It's funny, Max thought he can beat me in a pillow fight. Boy was he wrong! Christmas break is almost over. I had a really nice Christmas, got to see all my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-5371527784228121321?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/5371527784228121321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=5371527784228121321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5371527784228121321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5371527784228121321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2008/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-5172485547871386485</id><published>2008-05-13T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:35:39.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee update</title><content type='html'>I apologize for posting late. Sunday was busy and I didn't remember. The bees have been well, I'm not sure if they've been liking the cooler weather we've been having or not. Not a lot else to report, the was more new comb though, so that's good. =-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-5172485547871386485?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/5172485547871386485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=5172485547871386485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5172485547871386485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/5172485547871386485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2008/05/bee-update.html' title='Bee update'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-8879325119649317980</id><published>2008-05-04T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:39:19.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SB5XKaUbdGI/AAAAAAAAABE/ErRpg5Dxoyw/s1600-h/ella+communion+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SB5XKaUbdGI/AAAAAAAAABE/ErRpg5Dxoyw/s320/ella+communion+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196686856407446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for all of you who don't know, I have acquired a bee apprenticeship and now have accommodated them to my backyard. I checked on them today with my mom to see if the queen had gotten out of her cage yet. When you first get bees the queen comes in a cage so that the workers can't attack her. It takes a little while for them to get used to her, but when they do they'll start to help her out by eating the candy that plugs up the opening. She was still in the cage, but the candy was almost eaten all the way through, so I poked it out with a stick and let her onto the new comb. It'll take a few weeks for the eggs she lays to hatch, but the sooner I can get more bees, the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-8879325119649317980?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/8879325119649317980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=8879325119649317980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/8879325119649317980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/8879325119649317980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-bees.html' title='My Bees'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SB5XKaUbdGI/AAAAAAAAABE/ErRpg5Dxoyw/s72-c/ella+communion+2008+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-1819332130905857826</id><published>2008-04-26T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:55:51.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>AHHHH! I'm getting confirmed tommorrow.   .    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-1819332130905857826?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/1819332130905857826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=1819332130905857826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/1819332130905857826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/1819332130905857826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566334363669741969.post-4274942193373567388</id><published>2008-04-19T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:11:01.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles first post (Hooray!)</title><content type='html'>Well, welcome to my page, there's not a lot here right now, but hopefully there will be sooner or later. I suppose if you really wanted to, you could leave me a comment, but you don't have to. But it would be nice if you did. but you don't have to. it would make me happy though. but you don't have to. (heheheh)  Sorry, I like to be confusing sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566334363669741969-4274942193373567388?l=bubblesdomain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/feeds/4274942193373567388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566334363669741969&amp;postID=4274942193373567388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/4274942193373567388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566334363669741969/posts/default/4274942193373567388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblesdomain.blogspot.com/2008/04/bubbles-first-post-hooray.html' title='Bubbles first post (Hooray!)'/><author><name>Bubbles the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787105665924721125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_puZ0G-fBzLw/SoSlqWS9TFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_dn8lR75KQ0/S220/Me+in+the+car2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
