<?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-4154240010882084319</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:24:55.657-04:00</updated><category term='Trudy...'/><category term='trudy'/><title type='text'>Fabiola</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4074685539385509390</id><published>2008-05-02T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:35:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping  the moon..By Sarah Deseen  Pages 9-20   may2</title><content type='html'>As the book continues Nicole keeps thinking of the memories she had with her mother. I don't know what happened to her dad yet.Most of her memories are what she likes to call "fat years". Her and her mom went through really tough years. They struggles with money. Until her mom found a job at a local gym and got a free membership. That's when both of their lives changed. &lt;br /&gt;Now they watch what they eat and do.&lt;br /&gt;Its great how they switched their lives around! Nicole must feel happy she accomplished such a big goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4074685539385509390?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4074685539385509390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4074685539385509390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4074685539385509390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4074685539385509390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-moonby-sarah-deseen-pages-9-20.html' title='Keeping  the moon..By Sarah Deseen  Pages 9-20   may2'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-1967498314623445878</id><published>2008-05-01T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:03:24.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping  the moon..By Sarah Deseen  Pages 1-9</title><content type='html'>This book has been ok. Its about a 15year old girl who is leaving her mother for the summer. Nicole doesnt want to go to her aunts  house in North carolina. She feels so diffrent than anybody else already. Why go there and make herself feel more diffrent. Nicole was once really fat. But her mother who is a fitness export helped her. Her mother has to go to a European Flykiki Fitness Tour. So she sends Nicole to North Carolina with her aunt.  &lt;br /&gt;      I would feel horrible if my mom sent me away the whole entire summer. Even though we fight sometimes I would stand being away from her that long.&lt;br /&gt;I think Nicole is gonna suffer and her mom is going to fly her to Europe with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-1967498314623445878?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1967498314623445878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=1967498314623445878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1967498314623445878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1967498314623445878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-moonby-sarah-deseen-pages-1-9.html' title='Keeping  the moon..By Sarah Deseen  Pages 1-9'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3370607532092638954</id><published>2008-04-25T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:07:19.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lush  pages16 -32   4-25-08</title><content type='html'>Sam is trying to solve her problems. Her mother has a better way to solve things. One word ..Yoga..&lt;br /&gt;Sams mother is obsessed with yoga. She thinks its the solution for everything.&lt;br /&gt;In a way I understand her mother. Since her father is such an acoholic she found a way to forget her missuries. She teaches her son to . Who is 4 and doesnt really understand why his dad drinks so much. &lt;br /&gt;They cant really explain to him much of anything. He is a typical four year old who is very curious and wild.&lt;br /&gt; It must be harsh to tell a little boy that his dad is an alholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3370607532092638954?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3370607532092638954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3370607532092638954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3370607532092638954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3370607532092638954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/04/lush-pages16-32-4-25-08.html' title='lush  pages16 -32   4-25-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-369309194111737752</id><published>2008-04-21T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:38:27.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lush  pages 1-16   4-21-08</title><content type='html'>This book is sad. Its about a girl named Sam who is facing alot of problems in her house. Most of her problems are caused by her fathers drinking. He is an alcoholic. &lt;br /&gt;It must be sad to have a family member with that problem. It must be hell living with them! I would be scared! What if one day he gets drunk and even hits her.&lt;br /&gt;Sam needs some advice about her life. She doesn't have good friends that she could tell. So she sees a girl in the library and decides to write her a note. Even though she doesn't know the girl, somehow Sam thinks the girl will help her and give her some advice. &lt;br /&gt;I would never go up to a stranger and hand them a note about my life and then just walk off. Even though Sam hasn't gave her the note yet she is planning to do just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-369309194111737752?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/369309194111737752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=369309194111737752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/369309194111737752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/369309194111737752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/04/lush-pages-1-16-4-21-08.html' title='lush  pages 1-16   4-21-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-1957960365065167368</id><published>2008-04-17T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:30:35.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whats french for ew....9-13  4-17-08</title><content type='html'>Emilys excited to be away from her parents those two weeks. She talks alot about her boyfriend and how she isnt the jelous type of girlfriend at all. She thinks of what her boyfriend would do if she was the jelous type. &lt;br /&gt;    He would probably freak.&lt;br /&gt;       I know for a fact that i dont like guys who are jelous!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its like they dont trust u enough and are always asking you questions. They get on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-1957960365065167368?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1957960365065167368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=1957960365065167368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1957960365065167368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1957960365065167368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-french-for-ew9-13-4-17-08.html' title='whats french for ew....9-13  4-17-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-1651065250353131186</id><published>2008-04-16T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:15:39.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whats french for ew. pages 1-9  4-16-08</title><content type='html'>The book is ok so far. It stars off when two freinds talk about a trip to Paris and how she is trying to learn french. She has a class where she is getting a baby to take care of. She is very nervous because even though the baby is fake, she doesnt know to much about babies and is scared she wont know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;    She asks her friend for advise. She aslo explains how much fun she is having on her trip.&lt;br /&gt;     I think it must be cool to travel. I have only been on the north america continet. Not anywhere out of it. I think it would be awesome to learn about other cultures and vistit them. &lt;br /&gt;     I would hate having to take care of a fake baby. I have like 10 little cousins and they are crazy and dont listen most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-1651065250353131186?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1651065250353131186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=1651065250353131186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1651065250353131186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1651065250353131186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-french-for-ew-pages-1-9-4-16-08.html' title='whats french for ew. pages 1-9  4-16-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5895735839864415189</id><published>2008-03-31T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:05:41.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>escaping the giant wave  3-31-08  12-31</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out that  kyles father is taking the family on a business vacation. The whole family is very happy to go. So everyone packed and where ready for the coast of  oregon. &lt;br /&gt;        At the airport kyle fells a punch in the neck. It turns out that Daren, his nightmear, is also going on  the trip. The're dads worktogether. As if it couldnt get any worse both families are staying at the same hotel. &lt;br /&gt;      Kyle gets sad and knows something is bound to go wrong. But he looks at things on a bright side and thinks maybe just maybe he could fight back when Daren tries to hit him again.&lt;br /&gt;      Kyle and his family where going to stay at a 5star hotel. But when they arrived the hotel was underconstruction and they where told to go to the hotel next door. Which sucks. Its old and smelly and not very clean.&lt;br /&gt;       I think that must suck! If your all happy about going somewhere and when you get there it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5895735839864415189?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5895735839864415189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5895735839864415189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5895735839864415189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5895735839864415189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/escaping-giant-wave-3-31-08-12-31.html' title='escaping the giant wave  3-31-08  12-31'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7167197506187816214</id><published>2008-03-28T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:26:47.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>article on savador dali   3-28-08</title><content type='html'>I read about Salvador Dali and his many talents in painting, writing, and drawing. He had many interesting pieces of artwork. A lot of his artwork is at the Salvador Dali museum in St. Petersburg. There the show films too.. "Dali and Film"&lt;br /&gt;     His paintings where based a lot on what was happening in his time era.&lt;br /&gt; When Dali was a child growing up he wathched movies on a hand cranked projector. He studyed the tricks and wanted to make images come alive. So with the help of his good friend Luis Bunel the both createdthe films Andalusian Dog and the gonlden Ages.&lt;br /&gt;  After reading and observing Dali's awesome artwork and reading about his movies im very curious to go to his museum. Dali was a very intersesting man and did fenominal artwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7167197506187816214?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7167197506187816214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7167197506187816214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7167197506187816214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7167197506187816214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/article-on-savador-dali-3-28-08.html' title='article on savador dali   3-28-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6964609624485772044</id><published>2008-03-25T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:48:07.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::Escaping the Giant Wave:: by Peg Kehret  3-25-08 Pages 1-12</title><content type='html'>This book cought my eye because there is a beutiful blue wave on the front of the cover and these awesome blue eyes. The book so far is good. &lt;br /&gt;  The book starts off at in Kyles sixth grade class. A couple of days befor summer vacation. The class is having a disscusion on what they would change about themselves. A lot of students speak out and have a lot of things they would change. Kyle want to get more money in his allowense. He figures that all he has to do is be more helpful to his parents.&lt;br /&gt;  He also explains his feelings over a bully. Daren Hazelton. He met him the first day of kindergarden and he has been a bully to kyle ever since the first day!!&lt;br /&gt;  It must suck to have to always see someone you dont like. I guess Kyle learned how to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6964609624485772044?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6964609624485772044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6964609624485772044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6964609624485772044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6964609624485772044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/escaping-giant-wave-by-peg-kehret-3-25.html' title='::Escaping the Giant Wave:: by Peg Kehret  3-25-08 Pages 1-12'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-212638626054232595</id><published>2008-03-20T18:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:12:22.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>article on Victor Jara  3-20-08</title><content type='html'>I read about Victor Jara. He was a Chilean theatre director, poet, singer-songwriter, and political activist. He wrote wonderful songs about what was happening in Chile at the time. &lt;br /&gt;      I actually herd 4 of his songs in Spanish class. He had very strong lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Jara was born September 28, 1932 and died September 15, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of September 12, Jara was taken, along with thousands others, as a prisoner to the Chile Stadium. In the hours and days that followed, many of those where forced to stay in the the stadium were tortured and killed there by the military forces.&lt;br /&gt;       He was was repeatedly beaten and tortured. Many of his bones were broken.And on September 15 and his body dumped on a road on the outskirts of Santiago, and then taken to a city morgue. &lt;br /&gt;All this happened because his political view. He didnt like the government. In Chile at the time people couldn't even say bad things about the government because they would get hurt or in this case killed. &lt;br /&gt;I think its very messed up how they killed this talented artist. &lt;br /&gt;I guess we really don't value the things we have in the U.s. we could say what we want about who we want and nobody will kill us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-212638626054232595?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/212638626054232595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=212638626054232595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/212638626054232595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/212638626054232595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/article-on-victor-jara-3-20-08.html' title='article on Victor Jara  3-20-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-9207987790991251396</id><published>2008-03-07T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:27:26.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days to save her life. By Lauren Brown    3-7-08</title><content type='html'>The article was about a girl named Jane. She had an eating disorders. I learned that eating disorders have the highest morality rate of any mental illness. Jane went into a help center, Renfrew Center. There she got treated and helped. She kept a journal through her stay. In the entries, she described her feelings. During the first days she found it terribly hard to eat. She couldn't event keep anything in her stomach. Near the end of the 21days she began to gain wight. She eventually got over her illness.&lt;br /&gt;Its was sad reading about this girl. It must be horrible to be or to know someone that has an eating disorders! I love food!! &lt;br /&gt;A fact is that most health care providers only 21days of treatment. That means if you don't have the money to pay for more treatments you suffer and even die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-9207987790991251396?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/9207987790991251396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=9207987790991251396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/9207987790991251396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/9207987790991251396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/21-days-to-save-her-life-by-lauren.html' title='21 Days to save her life. By Lauren Brown    3-7-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7681878593718231507</id><published>2008-03-05T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:26:18.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary images</title><content type='html'>This article out of an Art magazine talked about tree Mexican muralists. After the Mexican revolution, that took place in the 20th century, many artist were inspired to paint paintings that where related to the revolution. The paintings where awesome. They are full of color and seem to have a story behind each one of them! In Diego Rivera's paintings he used, figures with mask like faces, a lot of shadows, soft lighting, and curved organic outlines. &lt;br /&gt;Jose Clemente painted amazing portraits. He used low point view, dark silhouetted shape background, and foreground with casting shadows. &lt;br /&gt;David Siqueiros also painted beautifully. He painted close ups. &lt;br /&gt;These muralists seemed very inspired. I loved their artwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7681878593718231507?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7681878593718231507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7681878593718231507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7681878593718231507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7681878593718231507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/03/revolutionary-images.html' title='Revolutionary images'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-2473416946349345958</id><published>2008-02-29T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:57:41.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 33-42  2-29-08</title><content type='html'>The book is very detailed in Rose's life. She now understands that if she wants her family back, she's going to have to comply with many rules. She has to try her best to live a normal teenage life. And that means going to school. Rose has never gone to school so she is very nervous. &lt;br /&gt;By lunch time, her first day of school was already going bad. All the other girls looked down on her. She was different . Unlike the other girls she was dressed out of style. She got paired up to a girl named Kimber. She became friends with her since they had something in common. Kimber had just started to go to school to. She had been home schooled for many years. &lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine not going to school and all of the sudden start going. It would be really frightening and unbecoming. Especially if I got looked down upon the other people my age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-2473416946349345958?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/2473416946349345958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=2473416946349345958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/2473416946349345958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/2473416946349345958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-abnormal-life-by-lee-mcclain-pages_29.html' title='My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 33-42  2-29-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4929636086566960303</id><published>2008-02-26T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:12:38.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 20-33  2-20-08</title><content type='html'>Well Rose got settled into her new house, faster home. Her new parents are nice and seem to miss their daughter since she went off to college. Rose was devastated because she couldn’t see her little sister anymore. But something cheered her up. As Fred, her counselor, was leaving her let her in on a little secret. He went over to the computer and showed Rose a computer game. This game was special. For it was a camera that was placed outside her sisters faster house. Rose could see everything that is going on in that house. Now she could see how the family treated her little sister. I think its cool to see how someone you love gets treated. specially if its an unfamiliar home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4929636086566960303?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4929636086566960303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4929636086566960303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4929636086566960303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4929636086566960303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-abnormal-life-by-lee-mcclain-pages.html' title='My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 20-33  2-20-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6904400553879394664</id><published>2008-02-20T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:17:58.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 1-20  2-20-08</title><content type='html'>This book is very dramatic. It starts off with a girl named Rose. She has a sister whom has down syndrome. She has token care of her ever since she was born. She loves her sister as if she was her sisters mom. Well now they are going to be split up and going to different foster families. Rose and Dani would be split up. Rose was destroyed. Why would she have to go through this? All she wanted was her family back to the way it use to be. So she had and idea. Her and Dani would escape in the back of a furniture truck parked outside the neighbors house. But they got caught and now she can only talk to her sister over the telephone. I cant imagine living with someone that im so attached to . It must be terrible hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6904400553879394664?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6904400553879394664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6904400553879394664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6904400553879394664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6904400553879394664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-abnormal-life-by-lee-mcclain-pages-1.html' title='My abnormal life  By Lee McClain  pages 1-20  2-20-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-798948989389779815</id><published>2008-02-14T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:29:55.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday  By Mary Rodgers: 2-14-08  pages 1-72</title><content type='html'>Annabil Andrews was an ordinary girl. But one day she woke up as her mother! There she was. In her mothers bed, wiht her mothers body, face and next to her father, who was sleeping. She was astonished! She and her mother had argued about a lot of things that week. Her mother was very stricked and woulnt let her do many things that the girls her age were doing! For example go to partys or walk in the woods on her way home from school. She felt it was very unfair! &lt;br /&gt;It must be crazy to wake up one day and be someone elses. Especialy your mother. I would think that I would be dreming!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-798948989389779815?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/798948989389779815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=798948989389779815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/798948989389779815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/798948989389779815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaky-friday-by-mary-rodgers-2-14-08.html' title='Freaky Friday  By Mary Rodgers: 2-14-08  pages 1-72'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4760337068092494420</id><published>2008-02-13T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:35:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincanera means sweet 15 2-13-08   end of book</title><content type='html'>Marisol ended up having an awesome party. And Magda and her became best friends again. Magda realized what she was doing was wrong and was messing her life up. Marisol had a great time at the party. Things where way better than she expected. She enjoyed the party. Im glad things came out nice for Marisol. She was a nice girl and she deserved it. Im glad she was still there for Magda event though Magda had treated her so bad. Marisol is a great friend! Not all your friends will always be there. Some will even give up on you when you get into fights with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4760337068092494420?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4760337068092494420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4760337068092494420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4760337068092494420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4760337068092494420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/quincanera-means-sweet-15-2-13-08-end.html' title='Quincanera means sweet 15 2-13-08   end of book'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3934996830865118320</id><published>2008-02-07T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:31:41.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"   " PAGES 179-185    2-7-08</title><content type='html'>Mirasol is more and more excited about her party. But she is also very excited about Francisco, her soon to be boyfriend. He invited her on a very special date. But the problem is that when she asked her mother, her mother said she could go with him under one condition. She had to talk personal  with Francisco mom. Mirasol was so embarrassed how would she tell Francisco that? He was a junior and she was a freshmen. Would he laugh at her? well the next day she told him. He laughed but agreed. He called Marisols  house that night and had his mother talk to her mom. They ended up going on the date. I can relate to her because mostly all the time when I go out my parents have to know who im with. Sometimes I feel like they treat me like im 5 but I understand they get worried and need to know these kind of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3934996830865118320?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3934996830865118320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3934996830865118320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3934996830865118320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3934996830865118320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/pages-179-185-2-7-08.html' title='&quot;   &quot; PAGES 179-185    2-7-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-8992717854241473082</id><published>2008-02-05T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:02:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qinceanera means sweet 15    pages 168-179  2-5-08</title><content type='html'>Marisol has a lot going on in her life. She enter counters with her ex best friend and her boyfriend. Magda acts like she hates Marisol. Marisol thinks about giving up on their friendship. It wasn’t Marisols fault that Magda traded her for new friends that where thieves. But on the other hand Mrs. Trader , the lady who bought her Quincanera dress , agreed to sing at her quince. Marisol and her sat there eating pie and listening to all of Mrs. Taders records to see what she would sing at the party. Marisol really liked a song called "bless that child" it made her think of how hard her mother worked to make her quinceanera dream a reality. Sometimes when I get somthing expensive from my family or a friend , I think of what they had to do to get it. It makes me feel special but at the same time bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-8992717854241473082?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8992717854241473082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=8992717854241473082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8992717854241473082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8992717854241473082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/02/qinceanera-means-sweet-15-pages-168-179.html' title='Qinceanera means sweet 15    pages 168-179  2-5-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-8236450285875826864</id><published>2008-01-30T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:13:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincanera means sweet 15  pages 147-168 1-30-08</title><content type='html'>As days go by Marisol finds out who her real friends are. Magda dissed her completely! She traded her for some bad friends who cheat and steel. Marisol found a new friend who she likes very much. His names Francisco. He is in one of her classes. He started talking to her and she suspects he likes her. They even decide to go to a Museum on Saturday afternoon. Marisol said Francisco fell from heaven. Because when she needed someone the most he came. They sit a lunch laughing and talking about each others life. I think its awesome that she found him. Now Magda can see she isn't the only one that can make new friends. Marisol is so happy because now she found someone to share her excitement ,at school with, about her upcoming quincanera party! I know how Marisol feels because when my best friend moved in 8th grade I felt like I lost something very important but soon found a new group of friends even though I missed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-8236450285875826864?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8236450285875826864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=8236450285875826864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8236450285875826864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8236450285875826864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/quincanera-means-sweet-15-pages-147-168.html' title='Quincanera means sweet 15  pages 147-168 1-30-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3590325633301769694</id><published>2008-01-28T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:24:50.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincanera means sweet 15 page 136-147 1-28-08</title><content type='html'>As the night goes on Marisol feels more and more thankful for all of friends and family that is helping out with her quincanera.Her Tia China brought Marisol a familiar looking garment bag. Inside Marisol recognized Mrs.Traders small loopy handwriting. The card said "shine baby shine." When Marisol started to unzip the bag she seen the cranberry red satin dress. The dress of her dreams. She couldnt believe it! She wanted someone to pinch her. I think in this story Marisol is getting so much because she is a good girl. Unlike her friends who steel and others who make fun of others for their economic status. I would be so excited if someone  gave me such a fantastic gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3590325633301769694?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3590325633301769694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3590325633301769694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3590325633301769694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3590325633301769694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/quincanera-means-sweet-15-page-136-147.html' title='Quincanera means sweet 15 page 136-147 1-28-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7563615013694199441</id><published>2008-01-24T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:10:23.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"              "     pages 123-136  Jan.24th 2008</title><content type='html'>The story is getting more exciting! It makes me remember  my quinceanera party . Is so interesting how so many people are putting their money in for Marisols quince party. She even starts getting along with her moms boyfrind. Its amazing how exciting events can change your outlook on life. At least for a cuple seconds or hours. For examle when your with someone you love it seems like you have comlete control and your unstopable. Like you have the whole world in you very own hands. In this case Marisol is happy about her party and knows she will be the queen for that special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7563615013694199441?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7563615013694199441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7563615013694199441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7563615013694199441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7563615013694199441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/pages-123-136-jan24th-2008.html' title='&quot;              &quot;     pages 123-136  Jan.24th 2008'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3883192146317786869</id><published>2008-01-23T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:39:26.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"   "  pages 111-123  1-23-07</title><content type='html'>Marisol told her aunt china about Magda. She suggested Marisol not to ever go shopping with her again. Then they headed to Marisol's aunt Alicia's house where they had been invited. To Marisol's surprise, she arrived their and a lot of people where in her aunts basement dressed real nice and shocked Marisol when they promised to pay for all her Quincanera stuff. Each one of her mothers friends and family were splitting up to pay for her party. She didn't even know some of these people. She felt blessed. Marisol asked herself if she was dreaming. I think its very nice for her family and friends to help out . Marisol dreamed about having a quincanera party and now her dream is becoming a reality. My quincanera was awesome and I cant Wait to read about how hers will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3883192146317786869?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3883192146317786869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3883192146317786869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3883192146317786869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3883192146317786869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/pages-111-123-1-23-07.html' title='&quot;   &quot;  pages 111-123  1-23-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-367141963501515875</id><published>2008-01-16T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:31:32.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincanera means sweet 15   pages 102-111  1-16-07</title><content type='html'>Still at the jewelry shop Magda goes on and on how she has money to buy all the diamonds she wants. After an hour of trying on all the diamonds you can think of she walks out of the store telling the sales lady she couldn't decide on which earrings she wanted. After leaving Mada went on about how bad she treated the lady. On the way back home she held something in her hands. She opened her hand. There laid a pair of diamond earrings. Marisol could belive her eyes. Magda's new friends taught her how to steel! I think that's really messed up! As much as you want so meting you should never steel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-367141963501515875?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/367141963501515875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=367141963501515875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/367141963501515875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/367141963501515875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/quincanera-means-sweet-15-pages-102-111.html' title='Quincanera means sweet 15   pages 102-111  1-16-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3360111156243851519</id><published>2008-01-14T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:10:33.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"  "pages 91-102  1-14-08</title><content type='html'>Magda and Marisol went to pick up Magda's dress for her quinceanera. Marisol is still sad because she cant have one. As Magda passed through the mall with her dress she pauses and insist the go look at jewelry that will match her dress. As they enter a store an old lady tells them to keep walking because the earrings at that part of the store were to expensive for them. Magda got mad and told the lady if she could afford that dress she could afford those earrings too. I would have been really mad if a lady in a store said that to me that's very rude!! Marisol's mom told her they had enough money to go to Washington DC for her quince since they didn't have enough money for a huge celebration. Marisol is confused now. Should she have a little party or the trip of her dreams???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3360111156243851519?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3360111156243851519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3360111156243851519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3360111156243851519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3360111156243851519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/pages-91-102-1-14-08.html' title='&quot;  &quot;pages 91-102  1-14-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-3692460249668816332</id><published>2008-01-10T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:01:40.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"           "         pages83-91  1-10-08</title><content type='html'>Marisol and her mother went to lilys quince. Its was beutiful. Lily looked amazing and her party was decorated wonderful. As soon as Lily arrived at the reception hall everyone started clapping and yelling wonderful things to her. Marisol started crying. She felt horrible. Her mother began crying with her and told her she knew how much she wanted her quince but sometimes things cant be done. Her mother cried as well. After when they got home Marisol felt bad and said she dreamed of an impossible thing. Things continued as usual. Its sad to want something so bad and not be able toget it. Its odd how Marisol doesnt blame her father for walking out on her and her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-3692460249668816332?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3692460249668816332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=3692460249668816332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3692460249668816332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/3692460249668816332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/pages83-91-1-10-08.html' title='&quot;           &quot;         pages83-91  1-10-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6515792523788923611</id><published>2008-01-09T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:06:28.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quinceanera means sweet 15 pages 27-83  1-9-08</title><content type='html'>This book has gotten better! Marisol and magdalena are friends again! Marisol is still sad and stressed with having a quinceanera. Especilly since she dont have the money. And her mother met a man and is dateing him. Marisol gets somewhat jelous and doesnt quite see why her mother likes him, why her mother is so happy with him.  Marisol has a talk with her aunt and she helps her understand that her mother has been single for 14 years and she needs someone. This has happend to me in a way . When my dad doesnt let me do certain thing usually someone tries to help me understand his point of view and his resons. Most of the time  I understand afterwards. Marisol's desire grows bigger when she goes to one of her friends,Lilys quince. I  understand how  she felt because if you want something and you see someone wiht it  you want it more sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6515792523788923611?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6515792523788923611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6515792523788923611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6515792523788923611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6515792523788923611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2008/01/quinceanera-means-sweet-15-pages-27-83.html' title='quinceanera means sweet 15 pages 27-83  1-9-08'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7451248256933851238</id><published>2007-12-16T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:15:08.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincanera means sweet 15 pages 10-27   12-16-07</title><content type='html'>Marisol had to move to Panama while her mother finished medical school. She lived there for a year. When she came back she felt things could still be the same. She moved closer to her best friend Magda and lived in a bigger house ! But things were not even close to the same. Magda had hung out with two girls, Marisa and Elizabeth, who hated Marisol. Marisol didn't know why but they did. The worst part about it was that Magda told them Marisol's situation, and how she couldn't afford a quincanera. Marisa and Elizabeth laughed in Marisol's face and said rude comments about her! It made me mad when I read this. Those girls are really rude and so is her so called best friend who deiced to share Marisol's life with them. I don't know what I would do if something like this happened to me! I would be so angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7451248256933851238?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7451248256933851238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7451248256933851238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7451248256933851238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7451248256933851238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/12/quincanera-means-sweet-15-pages-10-27.html' title='Quincanera means sweet 15 pages 10-27   12-16-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4055960546682792925</id><published>2007-12-14T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:29:16.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinceanera means sweet 15  pages 1-10  12-14-07</title><content type='html'>This book is great! I'm really liking it. Its about two girls who are best friends and want to have a quincanera. Or a sweet 15. One of them, Magdalena is going to have her sweet 15party. Her parents have been saving for it ever since she was born. But Marisol on the other hand, is broke but she really wants to have her quince to. She Marisol decides she is going to do extra work so she can afford the dress. I can relate to these girls because I had my quine done two years ago. The day was fantastic. I got to ride in a limo to the party hall, a beautiful dress and a huge party. I loved it . So I understand why Marisol wants the party so much. But it is really expansive and it must be sad to want a quineanera and not be able to afford it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4055960546682792925?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4055960546682792925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4055960546682792925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4055960546682792925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4055960546682792925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/12/quinceanera-means-sweet-15-pages-1-10.html' title='Quinceanera means sweet 15  pages 1-10  12-14-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-634321627549388219</id><published>2007-12-08T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:02:20.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres to you Rachel Robinson pages 1-29   dec.8</title><content type='html'>This is a great book. Many things happen day to day. Mostly dealing with friends and school. Rachel had many friends. She feels they are like family to her. She explains how she met them and how special they are to her. They tell each other everything! I can relate to her because I know what it feels like to have someone always to lean back on. Through ups's and downs. She mentions how they hang out all the time and the adventures they have been through. Like when they snuck out of their house one day at a sleep over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-634321627549388219?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/634321627549388219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=634321627549388219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/634321627549388219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/634321627549388219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-to-you-rachel-robinson-pages-1-29.html' title='Heres to you Rachel Robinson pages 1-29   dec.8'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7676195394248148261</id><published>2007-12-04T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:30:23.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog Princess pages 27-37   Dec.4</title><content type='html'>This book is becoming quite interesting since a lot of odd things are happening. Just the fact that Emaralda is a princess and her aunt is a witch is kind of crazy!! In the book Emeralda describes her aunts room to be the best room in her whole mansion. She says its warm and inviting . Unlike her whole house, which is cold,damp and generally gloomy. My house isn't gloomy or very cold, but I defiantly have a favorite room. My room! I feel great in there.Like I run the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7676195394248148261?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7676195394248148261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7676195394248148261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7676195394248148261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7676195394248148261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/12/frog-princess-pages-27-37-dec4.html' title='The Frog Princess pages 27-37   Dec.4'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5810206988184524409</id><published>2007-11-30T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:41:02.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the frog princess 11-29-07  Pages  15-27</title><content type='html'>The book is getting a little confusing. The princess has odd family members. For example her aunt Grassina, the Witch. She is always turning things into others, making things appear, and driving everyone crazy. But Emeralda,the princess, likes to talk to her aunt for advice. As Emeralda gets older she tries to teach her how to do spells. Emarlada would love to but she simply doesn't get it. She gets real frustrated. I can relate to this even though my aunts aren't witches. Every time someone tries to teach me something new and I find it hard to do I also get real frustrated! I try over and over until I finally get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5810206988184524409?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5810206988184524409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5810206988184524409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5810206988184524409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5810206988184524409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/frog-princess-11-29-07-pages-15-27.html' title='the frog princess 11-29-07  Pages  15-27'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6539841415557729152</id><published>2007-11-27T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:50:22.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the frog princess  pages 1-15 11-27-07</title><content type='html'>This is a very cute book. I really enjoy reading it! Its about a princess who doesnt want to merry the prince her parents chose for her. I would be so upset if istead of me picking out my husband, my parents would have to pick him! What if they had bad taste?? Oh no! I dont know what I would do if I had to spend my life with someone who I didnt like. This princess decides to sneak out of her house befor the prince got there. She left to her favortie pass time place. The swamp. There she feels safe and like a normal girl and not a princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6539841415557729152?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6539841415557729152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6539841415557729152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6539841415557729152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6539841415557729152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/frog-princess-pages-1-15-11-27-07.html' title='the frog princess  pages 1-15 11-27-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-193243086959515184</id><published>2007-11-18T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:31:52.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>freckle juice    11-18-07 pages 1-28</title><content type='html'>During a little bit of free time I read this story. Its a really cute book. Its mostly about a guy name Nicky who has a lot of freckles. About eighty six of them. He doesnt like his freakles. And his peers even make fun of his freakles. It must be sad to have a feature you dont like on your face. I would be sad. Even though most of us think we dont like something on us but learn to like it and live with it as we grow up. I use to not like my small eyes. But I learned to love them!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-193243086959515184?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/193243086959515184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=193243086959515184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/193243086959515184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/193243086959515184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/freckle-juice-11-18-07-pages-1-28.html' title='freckle juice    11-18-07 pages 1-28'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-103484808756978539</id><published>2007-11-13T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:24:58.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just as long as were together pages 12-25  11-13-07</title><content type='html'>This book is good so far. Rachel's parents went out for the weekend and her sister is getting ready for prom. She bought a nice dress but she fell in love with her mothers silk dress. she decides to borrow her mothers dress without her mother knowing. Rachel supports her sister on everything but now shes a little confused. But she doesn't tell. Now she has to spend her whole night with her moms friend. I can see how Rachel feels because when someone close to me lies, I know its a lie but decide not to say a word. Even though I know its wrong to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-103484808756978539?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/103484808756978539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=103484808756978539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/103484808756978539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/103484808756978539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-as-long-as-were-together-pages-12.html' title='just as long as were together pages 12-25  11-13-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5003502734799820732</id><published>2007-11-06T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:46:27.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just as long as we're together  pages 1-12 11-6-07</title><content type='html'>I started reading this book and its been quite interesting so far. Rachel's a straight A student, plays the flute, has great friends and basically a great life. But since there is no perfect life, her brother Charles gets kicked out of boarding school and arrives back home. Her brother and her don't get along at all and she is really worried he has come back to mess her life up and turn everything around . &lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know what to do . I would be mad if someone I didn't like came to mess my life up. But sometimes that's how life is and we have to deal with it . Especial if in her case that certain someone is a part of your family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5003502734799820732?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5003502734799820732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5003502734799820732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5003502734799820732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5003502734799820732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-as-long-as-were-together-pages-1.html' title='just as long as we&apos;re together  pages 1-12 11-6-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4373262805395944334</id><published>2007-11-06T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:39:14.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just as long as we're together by judy blume pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4373262805395944334?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4373262805395944334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4373262805395944334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4373262805395944334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4373262805395944334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-as-long-as-were-together-by-judy.html' title='just as long as we&apos;re together by judy blume pages'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-1346550017846411926</id><published>2007-11-01T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:52:56.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blister 11-1-07   pages 19-30</title><content type='html'>Alyssa is faced with the tragity of loseing a baby sister. But life goes on for her and her family. She now has to go back to the way life was befor. Her grandmother has to head back to her house, her father goes back to work and her and her mother get left alone together. Alyssa and her mom use to be alone all the time after school. But now Alyssa is nervous and doesnt really know what to think. Her mom is very depressed and Alyssa is scared her mother doesnt love her anymore. She doesnt even talk to her very much. It would kill me seeing my mom everyday and not speeking to her. I feel bad for Alyssa and I really dont know what I would do in her place. I lost a family member last year. It was horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-1346550017846411926?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1346550017846411926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=1346550017846411926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1346550017846411926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1346550017846411926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/11/blister-11-1-07-pages-19-30.html' title='Blister 11-1-07   pages 19-30'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5576613145206563948</id><published>2007-10-30T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:00:15.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blister pages 7-18  10-30-07</title><content type='html'>Alyssa now is faced with the reality. Her sister was born dead. She just now is getting to see her mom, who was in the hospital. Her mother cant even speak to Alyssa. Alyssa doesn't know what to do to help her mother. So she decides to move everything out from the baby's room and make it into what the room was before, an plain work room. She feels sad and a little confused. She has been noticing her father has been coming home late. As a matter of fact he wasn't even around on her tenth birthday! My dad was gone for my 13th birthday and I felt sad. My parents had always been with me year after year. And at my party their where over fifty people but I still felt a little lonely because my father wasn't there like every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5576613145206563948?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5576613145206563948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5576613145206563948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5576613145206563948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5576613145206563948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/blister-pages-7-18-10-30-07.html' title='Blister pages 7-18  10-30-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6149846504867408841</id><published>2007-10-28T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:27:11.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blister  10-28-07 pages 1-7</title><content type='html'>Blister is a girl that is going thorough many problems. The biggest one is her baby sister dieing. She feels horrible about her dieing. But she seems very forgotten. Her grandmother and dad are acting real strange with her. I cant even imagine seeing my mom leave one night and then getting a phone call that she lost my baby sister before she was born. That is a real devastating situation. I don't even know what I would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6149846504867408841?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6149846504867408841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6149846504867408841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6149846504867408841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6149846504867408841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/blister-10-28-07-pages-1-7.html' title='blister  10-28-07 pages 1-7'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4114322665158513014</id><published>2007-10-12T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:53:03.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Goldbery learns to salsa!  pages 1-9 10-12-07</title><content type='html'>As I read this book I found out, that Emily is a girl who is attending her grandmothers funeral in Puerto Rico. Unlike another funeral Emily doesn't know her grandmother. Its her first tome in Puerto Rico. At the funeral home she notices her mothers extended family is very big. And Spanish. She doesn't know any of them. I'm must feel horrible to have family you don't know. Imagine you seeing someone who your ralated to but they are so much different than you. It would make me feel really uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4114322665158513014?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4114322665158513014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4114322665158513014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4114322665158513014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4114322665158513014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/emily-goldbery-learns-to-salsa-pages-1.html' title='Emily Goldbery learns to salsa!  pages 1-9 10-12-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5445168852667398057</id><published>2007-10-09T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:34:51.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy  10-9-07 pages 153-170 (end)</title><content type='html'>I finally finished the book Trudy. At the end her dads in the hospital for weeks and weeks. It must be awful to see your dad laying there in the hospital unconscious and scared he might die. I don't even know what I would do if that happened. About a year ago my grandfather died and it was horrible. I wish he was still around. I didn't believe that he was dieing. Just thinking about it gives me a huge knot in my throat. I feel horrible for Trudy but in her case, things got better. After her dad had surgery he was better and going to be token home. Her mom decided not to sell their house. And the flower that Trudy's dad had one given to her as a gift finally blossomed into a beautiful flower. Trudy went back to school and promised to help out around the house as much as she could since mom had to get a job to hire a nurse for pop. Obviously things would never be the same but at least they were all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5445168852667398057?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5445168852667398057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5445168852667398057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5445168852667398057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5445168852667398057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/trudy-10-9-07-pages-153-170-end.html' title='Trudy  10-9-07 pages 153-170 (end)'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-5520338212813768927</id><published>2007-10-06T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:23:21.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy pages 140 - 153 oct.6-07</title><content type='html'>Trudys father is getting sicker. It must feel horrible to have one of your family members suffering this much. He cant do anything right and causes trouble around the house. Ma cant take it anymore. so they decided to move. Trudy surley doest want to leave her scholl,friends and memories in her house behind. But she realizes its for pops own good. They need a smaller place to live. But a cuple days befor they moved pop was taken to the emergency room . Trudy is destroyed. Seeing her dad there connected to all those machines fightens her. It doesnt look like her father anymore. This is a horrible  situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-5520338212813768927?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5520338212813768927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=5520338212813768927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5520338212813768927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/5520338212813768927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/trudy-pages-140-153-oct6-07.html' title='Trudy pages 140 - 153 oct.6-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-1196753954102487399</id><published>2007-10-04T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:29:07.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy   pages 130_141       10-4-07</title><content type='html'>In the book Trudy, she hasn't been to school in a while. The weather is so cold the students and teachers don't have to go to school. I can relate to being out of school for bad weather. During the hurricane season a couple years beck, we always had days off school. I enjoyed it a little, but it was annoying how hurricane's came one after another. It seemed like hurricane season was never going to end. In the book Trudy, her best friend Ro-ros mom just had a baby girl. Trudy and her mom cooked them dinner to celebrate. My family celebrates a lot. Even for the littlest things. I don't know if its because I'm Spanish. But even when I got my license my parents invited family over to dinner. But I love being around them. Just like Trudy loves to be with her parents and best friends family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-1196753954102487399?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1196753954102487399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=1196753954102487399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1196753954102487399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/1196753954102487399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/10/trudy-pages-130141-10-4-07.html' title='Trudy   pages 130_141       10-4-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-9167997126486205449</id><published>2007-09-30T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:50:12.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy 9-30-07     pages 110-130</title><content type='html'>In Trudy, time goes on and her dad is getting worse.Now she can't even have a conversation with him. He forgets everything,even where he lives. Trudy had winter vacation and she feels sick because its time to go back to school.I can defiantly relate to her. The first day of school is always nerve wrecking. I remember the first day of high school,I didn't sleep the entire night. Trudy's been going out more. In school she even made some friends because of her broken wrist. Even the most popular girl, ask her what happened.She also keeps waining to see snow. Which seems like will never come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-9167997126486205449?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/9167997126486205449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=9167997126486205449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/9167997126486205449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/9167997126486205449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-9-30-07-pages-110-130.html' title='Trudy 9-30-07     pages 110-130'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6609125352293056636</id><published>2007-09-25T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:46:56.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy    9-25-07 pages 99-110</title><content type='html'>In Trudy, her mom convinced her to start going out with her friends more. To forget about all the problems at home and have a little bit of fun. So Trudy went to the skate park with her friend Ro-Ro. They were having fun and laughing. Trudy was having a great deal of fun with her friend. I can relate to her, because personally I love being around my friends. I like to play sports with my friends. Hanging out with your friends help take your mind off your everyday life, good or bad. Well anyways, Trudy tried to skate faster when she heard a song she liked and fell and broke her wrist. She was in a great pain. I couldn't even imagine breaking something. I am lucky to say I have never broken a bone. And hopefully I will never do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6609125352293056636?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6609125352293056636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6609125352293056636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6609125352293056636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6609125352293056636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-9-25-07-pages-99-110.html' title='Trudy    9-25-07 pages 99-110'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-4930699187224921668</id><published>2007-09-21T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:18:50.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trudy'/><title type='text'>Trudy    9-21-07    Pages 81-99</title><content type='html'>In Trudy, her dad is getting worse everyday. Her mother is always planing unrespected trips. One of her dreams of going to a concert. Trudy is very sad. I  cant even imagine how it would feel to be doing things with your parents because you knew that soon they weren’t going to be able to do them. As her life goes on she experiences things that make her be happy to be alive. Like seeing a very bad car accident on the way to San Antonio. She wishes everything was normal. Sometimes when I go through problems all I want to do is go back to the time I felt like I had no problems. But imagine knowing you will never be able to go back. That's what Trudy is feeling. Nothing will be the same, her dad will never act the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-4930699187224921668?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/4930699187224921668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=4930699187224921668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4930699187224921668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/4930699187224921668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-9-21-07-pages-81-99.html' title='Trudy    9-21-07    Pages 81-99'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6030789744715942567</id><published>2007-09-18T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:29:16.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudy pages 67-80  9-18-07</title><content type='html'>Trudy and her parents are headed for her dads friends funeral. They drive for miles and miles. Trudy misses her friend Ro-Ro. But she is very happy to be spending time with her old parents.I personlly love road trips, if its for vacation.  As they head for Alpine they stopped at a hotel for the night. Trudy and her parents went for a walk. She held both of their hands. She felt happy. Like back when her dad was active and not sleeping all the time. Or back when her mom did more than crocheting . She wished her family would always be happy. They rest of the way to the funeral her dad slept.Trudy told her mom about her first kiss. I can defiantly relate to Trudy. Because she trusts her mom. And I feel like that to. I can tell my mom anything and expect an honest opinion.On the other hand it must be  terrible to see such a great change in life. Like seeing your parents always tired.It would kill me if my house was always quit and sad all the time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6030789744715942567?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6030789744715942567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6030789744715942567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6030789744715942567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6030789744715942567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-pages-67-80-9-18-07.html' title='Trudy pages 67-80  9-18-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6351463754462312879</id><published>2007-09-15T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:59:43.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trudy...'/><title type='text'>Trudy pages 40-67 9-15-07</title><content type='html'>As I continue to read this book im feel I am coming closer and closer to a sad part. Trudys dad is becoming very ill. He is begining to lose his memory. He even called Trudy Laura Bell. Which was his younger sister who died because of heart problems. In this family there have been many heart problems. Now Trudys father is even having a difficult time breating. Trudy dont seem to know whats going on. She's somewhat confused. But atleast she made a new friend, Ro-RO , so she could help her through her problems. Trudy even found a new guy friend. A new boy in her class. They went to the school dance together. Trudy was tribling with nervousness. I can relate because when there is someone who is important to me or who I want to impress I get real nervous to. All she thinks about is his blue eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6351463754462312879?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6351463754462312879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6351463754462312879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6351463754462312879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6351463754462312879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-pages-40-67-9-15-07.html' title='Trudy pages 40-67 9-15-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-8799742108734271370</id><published>2007-09-14T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:50:12.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turdy pages 22-39  9-14-07</title><content type='html'>In the book Trudy, her life seemed to change all of the sudden. Her best friend Ashley completely diched her. Ashley even asked her not to call her Ahs anymore. The situation  at home is sad. She doesn't know what's happening. Her dad  doesn't want to work in his garden,his favorite place. He is always sleeping. And her mom, well lets say she don't even talk that much anymore. It made me sad reading this because her parents are so old they get tired very easily. Since Turdy is so young her parents cant do very many things with her. I know it would really upset me if my parents didn't do things with me. The situation at home and at school are bad. And on top of that she didn't have a friend to talk to . I couldn't even imagine having problems and not talking about them to someone I tust. Tudy met a girl named Roshanda at lunch. Rashanda and Trudy are  becoming friends now. This made me happy. Because everyone should have someone to talk to. Friedship is very important. I know for a fact because ive been through many rough situations and my friends have stuck to my side. And I greatly appreciate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-8799742108734271370?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8799742108734271370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=8799742108734271370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8799742108734271370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/8799742108734271370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/turdy-pages-22-39-9-14-07.html' title='Turdy pages 22-39  9-14-07'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-7913531751665988251</id><published>2007-09-07T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:54:07.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trudy  9-7-07  pages 5-22</title><content type='html'>In the book "Trudy" she is having a hard time in school. She's  always been an excelent student.But somehow she can't manage to pass a class. Math class. Now the teacher want's Trudy to transfer out of the class. Trudy feels bad. The teacher planed a confrence with Trudys mother. Her mother was upset she felt that the teacher didnt want to give Trudy  chance to learn.They came to the conclusion that Trudy should recive tutoring. so now Trudy feels useless and is trying very hard to keep up with her peers in math class. I can connect with Trudy because  one time in art class eveyone was finishing their drawings and I couldn't even get started. I kept messing up. But soon I lost the fear of my drawing being bad. I finished it. It turned  out great. so I think she should just put an intrest in learning and she will soon be making a's in math class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-7913531751665988251?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7913531751665988251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=7913531751665988251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7913531751665988251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/7913531751665988251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/trudy-9-7-07-pages-5-22.html' title='trudy  9-7-07  pages 5-22'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-250718498565887466</id><published>2007-09-04T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:13:17.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trudy'/><title type='text'>9-4-07  Trudy</title><content type='html'>I am reading Trudy By Jessica Lee Anderson. I am at the begining of the book. I really like it so far. Its about a girl, whos real name is Gertrude, but goes by Trudy. She is having a hard time at school. Especialy when her teacher met her parensts and asked if they where her grandparents. Trudy felt bad. I can relate to her in a way because usually when I am out with my mom people ask if she's my sister instead of my mom. Trudys parents are realy old.They are teaching her to dance. Trudy doesnt like it at first because she feels she will never learn. I remember when I first leard how ride a bike I thought I was never going to learn. But I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-250718498565887466?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/250718498565887466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=250718498565887466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/250718498565887466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/250718498565887466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/09/9-4-07-trudy.html' title='9-4-07  Trudy'/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154240010882084319.post-6689592159692610733</id><published>2007-08-29T12:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:07:49.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154240010882084319-6689592159692610733?l=fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6689592159692610733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154240010882084319&amp;postID=6689592159692610733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6689592159692610733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154240010882084319/posts/default/6689592159692610733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolasanchez.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fabiola sanchez p4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341756998487520067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3gV2e_b_whQ/R3WFBD1Wu7I/AAAAAAAAABA/QB6RBnIFILc/S220/PhotoImpression4.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
