<?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-4569836707851060954</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:14:55.010-07:00</updated><category term='book'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Kasia's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569836707851060954.post-543389182320578265</id><published>2010-01-09T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:25:34.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiersz o zimie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Najbardziej o zimie lubię zimowiska&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gdyż rodzice nie gapią się na mnie z bliska&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zjeżdżam na nartach, snowbordzie, na sankach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A w domu myślą o mydlanych bańkach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lepiej zjeść tam parę ziemniaków niż zostać w domu gdzie nuda króluje&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gdzie brat bije mocno, gdzie siostra podrapie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zimowisko to najlepsza rzecz na świecie choć słono kosztuje&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-543389182320578265?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/543389182320578265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2010/01/wiersz-o-zimie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/543389182320578265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/543389182320578265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2010/01/wiersz-o-zimie.html' title='Wiersz o zimie'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-1021376904666288746</id><published>2009-08-11T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:04:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence on the loose!</title><content type='html'>Lately, there was lots of violence in Anyrald. Gang members fight each other and the rest of their gang. Children hear of people being killed. So do their parents. They don't let their children play in their backyards unless they are outside with them! Adults also hear guns at night. Stores closed too. That's because of the violence going on. It's everybody's problem: Violence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-1021376904666288746?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/1021376904666288746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/08/violence-on-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1021376904666288746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1021376904666288746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/08/violence-on-loose.html' title='Violence on the loose!'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-5252386800205515222</id><published>2009-05-24T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:36:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Flood</title><content type='html'>There was a flash flood in St. Paul, Minnesota. Many residents were evacuated. Some people refused. For others it was unnecessary beacause there were not enough lifeboats. "I'll do all I can to evacuate me and my family." said Amanda Wilburs, a survivor of the flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the residents were only allowed to bring an emergency supply kit and 1 backpack per person. One out of every 3 people could not bring a first aid kit. Most of the people who couldn't bring first aid kits were young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 25 people drowned and 100 were injured. That kept rescue workers busy. It took a full 6 hours to find the injured and 12 hours to treat them well enough to be evacuated. "We have no time to waste." said a rescue worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjeoNYSSpJM/Shl2FnmQZVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2KI4I8042c/s1600-h/100_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjeoNYSSpJM/Shl2FnmQZVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2KI4I8042c/s320/100_0580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339428672125298002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Residents are being evacuated. A rescue worker is helping Amanda Wilburs, 12, into a lifeboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-5252386800205515222?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/5252386800205515222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/05/flash-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/5252386800205515222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/5252386800205515222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/05/flash-flood.html' title='Flash Flood'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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/_gjeoNYSSpJM/Shl2FnmQZVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2KI4I8042c/s72-c/100_0580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569836707851060954.post-3195936068483124110</id><published>2009-02-10T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:05:09.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Rudik voyage</title><content type='html'>June 1st, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lydia, have you passed the training?" asked Melody, my best friend. "I did." "What ship are you gonna travel on" I asked. "Rudik" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible" I thought. "Show me your ticket Melody." She showed me her ticket. After that, we walked silently. Then me and Melody packed up. We packed the 5 dresses we got at the training, some games, vitamins and the most valuable things. Even though we still had a week, we just wanted to pack up early. As we packed we chated. The conversation started with Melody. She said:&lt;br /&gt;"I got bad news." "What are they?" I asked. Though I do not like to hear bad news, this time I wanted to hear it because it must be something about the Rudik. "Jim is going to be our bed mate." "Yayks!", I said jumping up. When I jumped I droped my Katconia nightgown into the chest. Me and Melody waited for 7 days. As we waited we thought of plots to make Jim angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3195936068483124110?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3195936068483124110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/02/rudik-voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3195936068483124110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3195936068483124110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2009/02/rudik-voyage.html' title='The Rudik voyage'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-4871916425926399782</id><published>2008-11-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:10:55.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best activities for cooking kids</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you read a story about a girl and a dad who worked together? I will show you a few sentences. &lt;br /&gt;I will mix it. Dad will put it in the oven. Dad will take it out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl did things appropriate for her age, which we will be talking about. Toddlers might want to help and if they do:Never let them use the oven, stove or knifes. Let them mix or take ingriedients. Grades K-2: Let them use butter knifes,mix,get ingredients and mash. Grades 3 and up: allowed to cook and use everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-4871916425926399782?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/4871916425926399782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-activities-for-cooking-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4871916425926399782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4871916425926399782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-activities-for-cooking-kids.html' title='Best activities for cooking kids'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-2100418418462329901</id><published>2008-11-11T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:05:09.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dzieci</title><content type='html'>* W łódkach siedzą na podłodze&lt;br /&gt;* Jeżdżą na busterach&lt;br /&gt;* Chodzą spać przed zmrokiem&lt;br /&gt;* W 2009 BĘDĄ WSZYSKIE ZJEDZONE (tak myślę)&lt;br /&gt;* Wszystko jest za małe na starsze&lt;br /&gt;* Dorośli chodzą za nimi&lt;br /&gt;* Mają strasznie mało pieniędzy&lt;br /&gt;* Jest im strasznie trudno jeżdzić pod górę na rowerach&lt;br /&gt;* Dorośli nedzą ję.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-2100418418462329901?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/2100418418462329901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/11/dzieci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/2100418418462329901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/2100418418462329901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/11/dzieci.html' title='Dzieci'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-1382766976971055637</id><published>2008-09-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:28:02.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care for betta fish</title><content type='html'>Let's learn how to care for your bettas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all you can't overfeed your pet so feed each one 3 round betta flakes every 2 days. It would work great if you would change or filtr it. To keep bettas you will need 7\8 of the tank filled with water and a betta divider if you want 2 fish. They are fighting fish!&lt;br /&gt;Before you take a betta think.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a aquarium for them?&lt;br /&gt;Do I know what to do if the fish is\are sick?&lt;br /&gt;If I want 2 fish, does my aquarium have a betta divider?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have location in my house or in my office where the sun is not shining?&lt;br /&gt;If you answered "yes" to these questions you can have one or two bettas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-1382766976971055637?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/1382766976971055637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/09/care-for-betta-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1382766976971055637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1382766976971055637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/09/care-for-betta-fish.html' title='Care for betta fish'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-4397949587314199078</id><published>2008-05-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:46:56.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the cats</title><content type='html'>There were 10 cats named Midnight, Expert, Useful, Important, Super, Awsome, Hunter, Intelligent, Joyful and Crazy. Every cat exept Crazy drank softly. But, Crazy took his 36 teeth and drank very fast. Like a dog was around. The, Hunter asked "Is there a dog near? Next, Crazy says "no".&lt;br /&gt;All the cats except Crazy hunt mice silently and Crazy hunts mice with a giant "MEOW!!!" And he doesn't catch any mice. When the mice hear Crazy they scream "Help!!!" and run away. Then Crazy started to cry. While he is crying he says "I want to catch a mouse! Hunter said "If you will be quiet, you will catch a mouse". Next Crazy would hunt mice silently. Then he would catch as much as all the cats.&lt;br /&gt;All the cats catch 3 mice a day, 1 in the morning, 1 in the afternoon, and 1 in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-4397949587314199078?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/4397949587314199078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4397949587314199078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4397949587314199078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-cats.html' title='Meet the cats'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-6918934426949786366</id><published>2008-04-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:10:22.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Poems for Seasons</title><content type='html'>I like to play with sprinklers, I swim in all the pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain sprinkles I make my hair so wet, jumping in the puddles, fishing at the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cooler, I ice-skate in the park, sledding in the mountains, sking in the park, watch out you might slip in the little ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets warmer, I watch out for whales, jumping in the puddles, splashing all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-6918934426949786366?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/6918934426949786366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-for-seasons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/6918934426949786366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/6918934426949786366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-for-seasons.html' title='Poems for Seasons'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-4868176805219933875</id><published>2008-02-17T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:04:17.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores</title><content type='html'>The chores I have to are taking care of Helena and Michal. It is hard work! Helena always litters around the house and has a problem. Also, I have to rip the toy out of her hand and give it back to him and say: You are the one who started it. Helena says "no" then. Also, I have to make them food. Helena says "I want something else". Then I say Helena, that's all I have. The groces thing I have to do is to whipe Helena and Michal's butt. I don't have turn the TV for Michal because he is expert in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-4868176805219933875?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/4868176805219933875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/02/chores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4868176805219933875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4868176805219933875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/02/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-3022203138632393850</id><published>2008-01-21T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:25:03.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of the cats 2</title><content type='html'>Presenter, (beginning):Hi,today we are going to perform The Queen of the cats.We hope all of you will be on your best behavior and sit properly so people behind you can see.Also,don't laugh at if a player makes a mistake on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:Alice,are you ready to meet the cats?&lt;br /&gt;They're coming Here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:Wow!I can't even wait to meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song(King and Queen):Through the jungle,all the cats go.Over the river and through the swamp,they all go together!Messy: We finally made it.&lt;br /&gt;Queenia:I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:I have a mat for all of you,kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:Thank you! We were running 25 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:Wow! That's a lot of running.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ice:Are there any dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: Bar! Bar! Bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:AAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:Actually,there is a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:I'll get him.( Goes to dog) Go!Stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog:(Sits Criss,cross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:You saved us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen: Time for your nap, cats. It's almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: I think it's time for our nap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song(everyone): Cat cheer,oh cat cheer,cat cheer, oh cat cheer, all of the ways to cat cheer everywhere. With rubs chasing down, with purrs running down,all of the ways to cat cheer everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenter(End): Thank you for sitting properly and being on your best behavior.The next play coming up is called The apple Seed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3022203138632393850?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3022203138632393850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-of-cats-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3022203138632393850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3022203138632393850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-of-cats-2.html' title='The Queen of the cats 2'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-3922640406198087522</id><published>2007-12-30T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:51:42.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 zasad</title><content type='html'>1. Dziel się..&lt;br /&gt;2. Bądź sprawiedliwa/sprawiedliwy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nie drażnij i nie dokuczaj.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nie wrzeszcz.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nie żucaj.&lt;br /&gt;6. Słuchaj tych, którzy są starśi nisz ty.&lt;br /&gt;7. Nie kalecz.&lt;br /&gt;8. Zostaw gardła w spokoju i szyje.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nie rób krzywd.&lt;br /&gt;10. Nie trąć innych osób rzeczy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3922640406198087522?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3922640406198087522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-zasad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3922640406198087522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3922640406198087522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-zasad.html' title='10 zasad'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-7709075841010717416</id><published>2007-12-08T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:31:23.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of the cats</title><content type='html'>Presenter, (beginning):Hi,today we are going to perform The Queen of the cats.We hope all of you will be on your best behavior and sit properly so people behind you can see.Also,don't laugh at if a player makes a mistake on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:Alice,are you ready to meet the cats?&lt;br /&gt;They're coming Here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:Wow!I can't even wait to meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song(King and Queen):Through the jungle,all the cats go.Over the river and&lt;br /&gt;through the swamp,they all go together!&lt;br /&gt;Messy:We finally made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenia:I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:I have a mat for all of you,kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:Thank you! We were running 25 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen:Wow! That's a lot of running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-7709075841010717416?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/7709075841010717416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/12/queen-of-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7709075841010717416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7709075841010717416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/12/queen-of-cats.html' title='The Queen of the cats'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-3955573135084102204</id><published>2007-11-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:20:48.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to the Linux ship!</title><content type='html'>You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;be at work at 9:30 because we're all going to the Linux ship. It will be lots of fun. Each of us has a job to do. There will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;7-year old on the ship. Her name is Kasia. There are lots of rooms on the ship. I like the play center best. We will have yoga practice in the play center, The Linux ship is at the San Francisco bay. We will be in the Linux ship for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3955573135084102204?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3955573135084102204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/11/come-to-linux-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3955573135084102204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3955573135084102204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/11/come-to-linux-ship.html' title='Come to the Linux ship!'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-7558936980964802972</id><published>2007-10-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:38:34.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost saves Alice</title><content type='html'>Alice was playing Roller Blade star with Angi. Alice knew it's fun to roller blade at the rollerblate park with her red and blue blades. Also, she sang, roll, roll, roll while she rollerbladed.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Alice was practicing her pole flips. Alice fell off and And Angi helped her. Angi and Alice ran to Ghost beacause they didn't know his phone number.&lt;br /&gt;When the girls reached Ghost, Angi said, Alice fell!! Ghost asked, Angi, did you push her? Angi said, I didn't! So Ghost asked her, how did she fall? Alice was practicing her pole flips, said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost did what he could to help Alice. Ghost gave Alice a shot so she could go to sleep. He stiched her skin, took her an x-ray and woke her up. Then, she got a cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-7558936980964802972?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/7558936980964802972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghost-saves-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7558936980964802972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7558936980964802972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghost-saves-alice.html' title='Ghost saves Alice'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-3813582159134446129</id><published>2007-10-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:29:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost the principal</title><content type='html'>Once, there was a big test. Angi cheated on a problem. She didn't know What is 25+25. So, Angi cheated off her partner named, Florie.&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher knew she cheated. So she called the principal. Mrs. Sea was very disapointed in Angi. Angi had to pay the conciquences by going with Ghost, the principal. Ghost zoomed to her class when he heard the news. Angi was afriad of ghost but she had to go. She put her hands on the edge of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You lost all of your first recess, Angi, said Ghost. Please write 100 times, I will not cheat. While Angi was writing, I will not cheat, Mrs See took everyone exept Angi out to recess.&lt;br /&gt;Once Angi finished writing, the whistle blew. Angi got 5. She notised Ghost was nice to her. He patted her back and said, no more cheating please. I won't said Angi and she walked to her class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3813582159134446129?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3813582159134446129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghost-principal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3813582159134446129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3813582159134446129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghost-principal.html' title='Ghost the principal'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-3826058653496654061</id><published>2007-10-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:55:24.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride Town</title><content type='html'>I have a plan: I wanna make Ride Town. I want to make the ship first. You't have to wheigh 45 ilbs and be 42'' to ride too. You can't have a long cast on leg or arm. You can't be sick or have heart trouble. Also no loose belts, hats, intied shoes, and pets all must get stored before your ride starts, pets must not enter without owner and leash. Also, you must tie them to the ride fence before entering ride. Your hands must be in the air when the worker tells you to put them in the air, no matter what! The workers want you to stay safe and the don't want you to brake your arm. Raise your hand only to tell the workers poles that protect you are too tight. Once you tellthe workers that your pole is to tight, the workers make it a little more loose. Befor you ride, you must measure yourself, to know are you tall enough or not. If you are not tall enough, just walk away and choose a different ride, plus, it's not all about that ride. If you are the right size and you want to ride then watch the ride and vote. If you still want to ride, if you took a pet with you, tie its leash to the ride fence, store all your loose items and walk to your ride, don't run. Then sit in an empty seat. Don't tatelltale on anyone what sits on your empty spot, just choose another spot. Sppeed walking is fine. If you speed walk, you get your first empty spot. Once the ride is over, get off and get your stuff. Have fun and stay safe on your rides! Also, don't try to get off your ride during the ride! Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-3826058653496654061?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/3826058653496654061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ride-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3826058653496654061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/3826058653496654061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ride-town.html' title='Ride Town'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-2889526309636223017</id><published>2007-10-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:01:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaskan Cats</title><content type='html'>Do you wonder if cats live in Alaska? Fortunatly, they do live in Alaska. Cats that live in Alaska are called Alaskan cats. They have to watch out for volcanoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, blizzards and floods. They like to look out the windo. I like cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-2889526309636223017?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/2889526309636223017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/alaskan-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/2889526309636223017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/2889526309636223017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/alaskan-cats.html' title='Alaskan Cats'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-5384448910797804121</id><published>2007-10-08T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:51:27.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth rules</title><content type='html'>Earth rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. No killing&lt;br /&gt;2. No chopping down trees for no reason&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not eat too much meat&lt;br /&gt;4. No littering&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't waste water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-5384448910797804121?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/5384448910797804121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/earth-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/5384448910797804121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/5384448910797804121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/earth-rules.html' title='Earth rules'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-4013653983925546038</id><published>2007-10-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:46:46.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zjeżdżalnia wodna</title><content type='html'>Hura! Hura! Dziś idę do Silimana. Ja będę ze zjeżdżalni wodnej. W Sillimanie są 2 zjeżdżalnie wodne jedna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-4013653983925546038?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/4013653983925546038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/zjedalnia-wodna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4013653983925546038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/4013653983925546038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/zjedalnia-wodna.html' title='Zjeżdżalnia wodna'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-1180934208093437553</id><published>2007-10-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:40:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classrom rules</title><content type='html'>Without the classrom rules, we would have a bad class. Children would be mean to other students, and to me. There would be killing.&lt;br /&gt;From, Kasia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-1180934208093437553?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/1180934208093437553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/classrom-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1180934208093437553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1180934208093437553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/10/classrom-rules.html' title='Classrom rules'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-7545730109699806522</id><published>2007-09-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:11:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jótro jadę do jaskiń. Jaskinie są cimne. Weźmiemy latarkę do jaskiń. Jeszcze nie byłam w jaskini. Myślę, że tam bedą żeźby z kamieni. Nic nie widziz w jaskini. Michał chciał pójść do jaskini. My mamy mapę do jaskini. Baw się dobrze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-7545730109699806522?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/7545730109699806522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/09/jtro-jad-do-jaski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7545730109699806522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/7545730109699806522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/09/jtro-jad-do-jaski.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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-4569836707851060954.post-1374229767438698923</id><published>2007-09-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:19:08.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long time ago,when the dinosaurs still lived, it was very hot.I lived my very first time! I was a little nervis in the beginning of my first life.&lt;br /&gt;The mens were shooting to dinosaurs. Only if ladies told them to. Children under 7 years could not shoot to dinosaurs.Before they'd shoot the dinosaurs, might eat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4569836707851060954-1374229767438698923?l=kasiavivian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/feeds/1374229767438698923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time-agowhen-dinosaurs-still-lived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1374229767438698923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569836707851060954/posts/default/1374229767438698923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasiavivian.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time-agowhen-dinosaurs-still-lived.html' title=''/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305184222309581879</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>
