<?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-4917848721474257879</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:51:01.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Says It All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-603579324770006734</id><published>2008-05-18T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:17:12.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/SDDSPt_ZRQI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDii_-RNLlA/s1600-h/C1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201888737098286338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/SDDSPt_ZRQI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDii_-RNLlA/s320/C1500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Wednesday I went to my Grandmas to earn money by doing work . When I finished working we went into the house to wash our hands and get a drink of water. Paka was going to a place in Alaska where there is no cell phone service. He decided to give me and my sister his cell phone until he gets back. All we had to do was pay for the minutes. I love having a cell phone. Even though it is not the kind I would like it is good for a start. Thank you Grandma &amp;amp; Paka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-603579324770006734?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/603579324770006734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=603579324770006734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/603579324770006734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/603579324770006734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-phone.html' title='My First Phone'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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://bp1.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/SDDSPt_ZRQI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDii_-RNLlA/s72-c/C1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-8864318305616642079</id><published>2008-04-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:18:15.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Hard Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 420px" src="http://www.razoric.com/games/files/mazegame.swf" width="460" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is you can not touch the sides. It is to test if you have a steady hand. Can you get to level three. Try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-8864318305616642079?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/8864318305616642079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=8864318305616642079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/8864318305616642079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/8864318305616642079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-hard-game.html' title='A Very Hard Game'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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-4917848721474257879.post-2913033751834114869</id><published>2008-03-12T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:45:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moving Trash Can</title><content type='html'>Today my mom was leaving and she told me and Isaac to come to the door to look at a mouse. Sure enough there was a tiny mouse. I ran inside to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to catch it with and all i could find was one of those small trash cans. I put it over the mouse and left to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to scoop it into a bag with. When I got back I saw the trash can was about a yard away. Emma walked up to me and said that the trash can moved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-2913033751834114869?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/2913033751834114869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=2913033751834114869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/2913033751834114869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/2913033751834114869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-trash-can.html' title='A Moving Trash Can'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-6881792103107966425</id><published>2008-02-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:21:14.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>I have recently been faced with the decision of what to do next year in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. This year I chose to do tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;. The chose I choose at first for the 2008-2009 school year is P.E. and tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; 2. After a wile of thinking I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to try athletics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-6881792103107966425?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/6881792103107966425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=6881792103107966425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6881792103107966425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6881792103107966425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-5053464464071273342</id><published>2008-02-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:10:23.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjormon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ydG2iYibr8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ydG2iYibr8&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonderd if there was such thing as a mormon ninja? Hears the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-5053464464071273342?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/5053464464071273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=5053464464071273342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/5053464464071273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/5053464464071273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/02/ninjormon.html' title='Ninjormon?'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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-4917848721474257879.post-1462704026879259091</id><published>2008-02-02T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:08:53.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="blog readability test" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/undergrad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;My parents can learn something from me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-1462704026879259091?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/1462704026879259091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=1462704026879259091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/1462704026879259091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/1462704026879259091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-blog-level.html' title='My Blog Level'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-5925538203087852804</id><published>2008-01-31T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:18:42.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Person Has Joined the Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R6JzBLMKyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iPNGOZDeRCo/s1600-h/IMG_4075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R6JzBLMKyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iPNGOZDeRCo/s320/IMG_4075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161814586940901442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R6JypbMKyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hajhr0zOW9w/s1600-h/IMG_4076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R6JypbMKyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hajhr0zOW9w/s320/IMG_4076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161814178919008306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days ago I was trying to find somthing to do and I saw my Dad playing webkins. I ran into his room grabed the camra and took this pictures. I still dont get it. How do people like this stuf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-5925538203087852804?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/5925538203087852804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=5925538203087852804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/5925538203087852804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/5925538203087852804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-person-has-joined-craze.html' title='Another Person Has Joined the Craze'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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://bp2.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R6JzBLMKyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iPNGOZDeRCo/s72-c/IMG_4075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-8757104437653481641</id><published>2008-01-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:15:46.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Brother Ever, Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIEIFw1GeTQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIEIFw1GeTQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and my dad where watching American Idol and it was the last person at Dallas. My mom walked in the moment the guy walked into the room the do the audition. She said "Don't watch this guy, I woke up singing this song." Me and my dad and Isaac stayed and watched it anyways. By the time we where finished everyone had there arms around each others shoulders and we where singing along. There was only one bad thing about it. We watched it wright before scripture study and Isaac kept on erupting and singing the song. This morning I woke up around four O'clock because I felt a piece of paper by my hand. I just threw it aside and went back asleep. When my alarm went off at six thirty I woke up to find it on my chest. This time I picked it up and saw it had something written on it. It said you are my brother my best brother ever and on the back I saw a picture of Isaac holding a fish from the last time my family went fishing. And that is the story of the brother of Simon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-8757104437653481641?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/8757104437653481641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=8757104437653481641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/8757104437653481641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/8757104437653481641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-best-brother-ever-simon.html' title='My Best Brother Ever, Simon'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-4760146661672574450</id><published>2008-01-19T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:47:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spainsh Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-722619c7ef0185a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D722619c7ef0185a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284111%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56A947111DFCE3C24F3D181BE62156EA48488E8C.426E3B5629D1F452C3DBACC22D20AB148CB1AFA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D722619c7ef0185a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrA3_j9j6ylqq4LFuEdx6cAd4g7A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="350" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D722619c7ef0185a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284111%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56A947111DFCE3C24F3D181BE62156EA48488E8C.426E3B5629D1F452C3DBACC22D20AB148CB1AFA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D722619c7ef0185a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrA3_j9j6ylqq4LFuEdx6cAd4g7A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of weeks ago my mom got this video in an e-mail and called me in to watch it.When we watched it we started cracking up laughing. I hope you like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-4760146661672574450?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=722619c7ef0185a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/4760146661672574450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=4760146661672574450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/4760146661672574450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/4760146661672574450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/01/spainsh-love-song.html' title='Spainsh Love Song'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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-4917848721474257879.post-6025130517948218513</id><published>2008-01-14T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:47:18.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac Has Joined The Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R4wLWm-3YaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhlOYF5PPZU/s1600-h/215qi8gvOzL__SS160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155508156481626530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R4wLWm-3YaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhlOYF5PPZU/s320/215qi8gvOzL__SS160_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my grandma picked my sister Rebekah up from school to go buy clothes and such. She came home around seven and asked where my brother Isaac was. He was out playing Wii. She went over to my mom and showed her a webkinz that my grandma had bought her. After showing mom the webkinz she called Isaac in from the playroom and handed him a stuffed dog that looked like the one in the picture. He was exited to see that it was a webkinz. Now my cousin has a couple, my sister has 2, and my brother has 1. The thing is my siblings can stay playing on it for hours and I can't see how they do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-6025130517948218513?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/6025130517948218513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=6025130517948218513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6025130517948218513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6025130517948218513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/01/isaac-has-joined-craze.html' title='Isaac Has Joined The Craze'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R4wLWm-3YaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhlOYF5PPZU/s72-c/215qi8gvOzL__SS160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-1335776422761526767</id><published>2008-01-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:14:16.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooooooooooooooooooooooow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3770W-3YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dCqR7dPc8rU/s1600-h/dome.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151831900699451794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3770W-3YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dCqR7dPc8rU/s320/dome.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every Christmas Eve we go to my grandmas to open the presents that are not from the people that live in my house. She normally gets us what she calls a wow gift. It is just the biggest present that we get from our grandma. This year she got me and Isaac one of those domes like at a park. It is about as tall as my neck. When I get pictures of it I will post them. It took along time to put the dome together and I have to do it all over again because my grandma bought two, one for her house and one and one for our house. This time I don't have the help of Paka. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-1335776422761526767?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/1335776422761526767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=1335776422761526767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/1335776422761526767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/1335776422761526767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2008/01/wooooooooooooooooooooooooow.html' title='Wooooooooooooooooooooooooow!'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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://bp0.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3770W-3YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dCqR7dPc8rU/s72-c/dome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-6075483574808412476</id><published>2007-12-31T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:11:05.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori's 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3kGXW-3YXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bCoowc0iH0Y/s1600-h/PHTO0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150154647250887026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3kGXW-3YXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bCoowc0iH0Y/s320/PHTO0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3kGXm-3YYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1C17q6ioXiA/s1600-h/PHTO0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150154651545854338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3kGXm-3YYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1C17q6ioXiA/s320/PHTO0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On December 31 my cousin Tori will have been with us for nine years. it has been a great nine years and I am glad to be her cousin. I hope she has a wonderful birthday. Here are some pictures of her at her birthday party three days before. In the second picture she was spinning on a bumper car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-6075483574808412476?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/6075483574808412476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=6075483574808412476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6075483574808412476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/6075483574808412476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2007/12/toris-9.html' title='Tori&apos;s 9'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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://bp3.blogger.com/_XleFSxYhWUc/R3kGXW-3YXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bCoowc0iH0Y/s72-c/PHTO0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917848721474257879.post-513854131579937287</id><published>2007-12-29T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:30:45.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Me and my friend H where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; to put on a blog and when I was creating the blog I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; liked making it. So i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to make my own blog. I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; events that happen in my life or my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; life. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4917848721474257879-513854131579937287?l=paulivan1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/feeds/513854131579937287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4917848721474257879&amp;postID=513854131579937287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/513854131579937287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917848721474257879/posts/default/513854131579937287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulivan1.blogspot.com/2007/12/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Paul I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414904263977329026</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
