<?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-3539590846526163274</id><updated>2011-07-05T13:00:35.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon, Egg, and Me</title><subtitle type='html'>I was fascinated with my mother's and father's websites, so I made one of my own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-7868076775420819430</id><published>2011-06-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:23:10.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Food Likes and Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LE4jF5z3l4/TgEZxyYNj4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6-L0as__yg4/s1600/pizza2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620802153062698882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LE4jF5z3l4/TgEZxyYNj4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6-L0as__yg4/s200/pizza2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think instant macaroni and cheese is gross. But I do like boxed but not instant. Pie is good but I'll only eat a few types of cobblers. I like cheddar cheese, but I will only eat sharp cheddar. I like asparagus but I hate brussels sprouts. I enjoy cake but I'll only eat homemade icing or else it makes me gag. I like tomatoes and carrots but only raw, not cooked. Oh, and don't forget cooked peppers. GROSS !! :( I LOVE coffee but only with practically gallons of sweetener. I like cheese quesadillas but I HATE grilled cheese. I like Subway but I don't like Arby's. I like pork but I despise lamb. And I can't think of any more comparisons.&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/3539590846526163274-7868076775420819430?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7868076775420819430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=7868076775420819430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7868076775420819430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7868076775420819430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-food-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Random Food Likes and Dislikes'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LE4jF5z3l4/TgEZxyYNj4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6-L0as__yg4/s72-c/pizza2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-7105482938911080852</id><published>2009-03-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:36:57.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tempertantrum</title><content type='html'>It all started with a big idea of a sleepover.  Here is how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;( WARNING:  this story barely has a Happily ever after.)  Me and my Aunt Kristi where putting Lindsay down for a nap.  Lindsay slept for about three hours strait.  Then when we woke her up she started screaming slash crying for about thirty minutes .  Then my Uncle Robert &amp;amp; me went to go get some pizza.  And guess what?  hen we got back she was still screaming, thats what!And we had no idea why she was crying then we finally found out, she dreamt that someone was drying her hair when she did not want that person to.  So to make a long story short, I did not get to have a sleepover at their house that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-7105482938911080852?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7105482938911080852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=7105482938911080852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7105482938911080852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7105482938911080852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2009/03/tempertantrum.html' title='The Tempertantrum'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-667986438371798945</id><published>2008-10-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:41:12.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to JAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SQNaCXUzJPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PjJS_DiYKR4/s1600-h/Pirate+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147786366362866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SQNaCXUzJPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PjJS_DiYKR4/s320/Pirate+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the Jam year starts I get excited! Because I get snacks and gym &amp;amp; everything. And on Halloween we have a paraide of costumes. I’m being a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing church songs with a guy named Travase too. But it is also nice to see my dad at the end too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note from Mom:  JAM means "Jesus and Me" and is a midweek kids club at our church. The illustration is Harper's plan for this year's costume, currently under construction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-667986438371798945?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/667986438371798945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=667986438371798945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/667986438371798945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/667986438371798945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-jam.html' title='Going to JAM'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SQNaCXUzJPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PjJS_DiYKR4/s72-c/Pirate+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-6539799622951458615</id><published>2008-07-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:21:09.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SH7WugeLipI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kX8Qqxptum0/s1600-h/readingadventure.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848712275200658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SH7WugeLipI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kX8Qqxptum0/s320/readingadventure.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my mom gets me into bed she thinks I'm a good girl... but negeteve. But insted the late night abventures begean. Oh, I'm sorry. Are you ready to begian? And I pick up my book and start flipping through time and countrys and every thing until I get to story time land. and time passes and things feel heavy. and soggy. but I keep up awhile linger. And then agein my book feels heavy. and a thingy kicks my head to my room. and the late night advertures end and the sleepy adventures begain. good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-6539799622951458615?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6539799622951458615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=6539799622951458615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/6539799622951458615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/6539799622951458615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-adventures.html' title='Late Night Adventures'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/SH7WugeLipI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kX8Qqxptum0/s72-c/readingadventure.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-1896843774588582582</id><published>2008-05-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:31:00.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teacher Had a Baby</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Matthews’ water blew. She had her baby at 11:00 sharp at night, after the concert. Her name is Payton. She is cute, she wears soft diapers, she has soft skin and she is a baby. But the important thing is, she’s finally alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as dictated to Daddy and typed verbatim by Mommy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-1896843774588582582?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1896843774588582582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=1896843774588582582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/1896843774588582582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/1896843774588582582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-teacher-had-baby.html' title='My Teacher Had a Baby'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-8526343571655807346</id><published>2008-01-26T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:15:57.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No tooth with ribs</title><content type='html'>On my birthday I lost my last front tooth! Only to bad for me, when I went to a rib restaurant and when I tried to chue my ribs I kept chueing my cheek. So I chued softer things instead. That was better. I was happy to go home to rest my cheek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-8526343571655807346?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8526343571655807346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=8526343571655807346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/8526343571655807346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/8526343571655807346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-tooth-with-ribs.html' title='No tooth with ribs'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-7745766025977093949</id><published>2007-12-29T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:33:00.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/R3au15idXOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cROg0ei0vNg/s1600-h/Disney226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149495464946392290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/R3au15idXOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cROg0ei0vNg/s320/Disney226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas I went to Disney World. Christmas day Santa knew that I was at Disney World. That day I went to Epcot. At Disney World I got sick. I relly liked the ride Snow White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-7745766025977093949?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7745766025977093949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=7745766025977093949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7745766025977093949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/7745766025977093949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-at-disney-world.html' title='Christmas at Disney World'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/R3au15idXOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cROg0ei0vNg/s72-c/Disney226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-92071799347272401</id><published>2007-10-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:43:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roller Skating Rink</title><content type='html'>On Satrday I wint to the rolr skating renk.  I am good at that.  We do that evry Satrday.  I love rolr skating.  The renke is big.  I can do 30 rawnds.  It is fun.  I cant wate intil next Satrday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-92071799347272401?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/92071799347272401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=92071799347272401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/92071799347272401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/92071799347272401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2007/10/roller-skating-rink.html' title='The Roller Skating Rink'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-6520228593554352864</id><published>2007-10-07T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:47:57.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of Grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/Rwl-FC4_3xI/AAAAAAAAACU/zduz1HGk_p8/s1600-h/First+Grade1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118761076623662866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/Rwl-FC4_3xI/AAAAAAAAACU/zduz1HGk_p8/s320/First+Grade1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Windsday september 5 2007 I stortidd 1st grade. It was fun. My teachres name is mrs mathyoos. She is nise. I have 3 resesies. We had a split from 1st and 2nd graders. I hope the yere is grate. I love school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Parental Note: A "split" is when two grades are combined. However, since there were 32 kids in the class, they split up the "split" and now Harper's class is made up of 16 first graders.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-6520228593554352864?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6520228593554352864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=6520228593554352864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/6520228593554352864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/6520228593554352864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-grades.html' title='The First Day of Grades'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/Rwl-FC4_3xI/AAAAAAAAACU/zduz1HGk_p8/s72-c/First+Grade1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-3861807833038606714</id><published>2007-08-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:23:45.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wavs of  the pool</title><content type='html'>I have swiming lesins.  We dive.  We swim.  I have jumpt but I havint tucht the bodum.  It is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-3861807833038606714?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3861807833038606714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=3861807833038606714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/3861807833038606714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/3861807833038606714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/wavs-of-pool.html' title='The wavs of  the pool'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539590846526163274.post-4576021112344678608</id><published>2007-08-06T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:23:54.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a fish bowl</title><content type='html'>My t00 prshis fish have dide. ther names wr lasy and liny. They wr prity. They wr nise. And I had a fish named fliprs. I fele sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539590846526163274-4576021112344678608?l=harperexpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4576021112344678608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3539590846526163274&amp;postID=4576021112344678608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/4576021112344678608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3539590846526163274/posts/default/4576021112344678608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harperexpress.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-fish-bowl.html' title='Inside a fish bowl'/><author><name>Caryn Kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04105680035948787907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Za3OCd8IUlU/RrLP7nfVC5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VwnTZEMF7qQ/s400/car+Caryn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
