<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:05:22.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-115306089796450252</id><published>2006-07-16T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:43:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firework Palooza!  wIth only one day at the Palooza!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I rode on a ferry boat to see the fireworks up close because they were supposed to be on the water. And there was music that my dad really liked. I thought I would get seasick but I didn't. And once we watched the fireworks we went to the car and prepared for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to a carnival-like thing where they would have fireworks. And my dad's favorite band was playing there. I even rode on a mechancial bull.  One time I stayed on for quite a while, but one time I jumped off because it did not feel good.  And I got a balloon, but I let go and actually it was tied to my dad's bag and it got loose and flew away. And we saw a lumberjack show, where they had to cut wood and walk on logs. Not computer logs! They would have to walk over a computer to do that! And we went to this carnival part where there's rides. First I went on the thing that has a wall that you're supposed to climb, and these strings and there's two slides and once you go through the first slide you have to go up some stairs to go onto the two bridges. They are right next to each other, and then once you have gone through the second bridge you go on the slide (the second slide, that is). And I went into this Candyland thing, and I even bumped into my nose.And I went on the same thing (not the Candyland thing) again. But I didt want to go on this old taxi thing, but it wasn't working. So I went on this tiger thing which is a slide, but it''s hard to climb. And I think that's how I got my burnt arm. It hurts every time someone touches it, but I got used to the sting. And once I got off the tiger thing, we had to leave to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day it was the best fireworks show ever! And we even got the best seat there is. My dad even was even holding me so I get a better view, but he was holding me too tight so I couldn't have blood go to my feet. And my feet didn't feel good, so I had to tell him to put me down. But he picked me up so I could see the best parts. And my feet feel good today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at summer school, I was a narrator, another narrator, and George Washington. And I didn't forget to have a nice clear voice. So everybody could hear me. I didn't want to be a bad narrator or George Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End -- was one of my lines. And now it's time for the real -- THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of this blog, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-115306089796450252?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115306089796450252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=115306089796450252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/115306089796450252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/115306089796450252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2006/07/firework-palooza-with-only-one-day-at.html' title='Firework Palooza!  wIth only one day at the Palooza!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112700355479317974</id><published>2005-09-17T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:32:34.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acting Class Day, but not really for a day, only 45 minutes</title><content type='html'>Hola, fooooooooooolks!  ha, ha, ha.  &lt;em&gt;Richard slaps his knee&lt;/em&gt;.  My acting class was purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect.  &lt;em&gt;Gasping for air&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;bkbkbkbkbkbkbkbkbk.  &lt;/em&gt;I made statues in acting class, and made funny poses.  I wanted to do one but the teacher said we shouldn't do it.  She was afraid that people would get super super hurt, or damaged.  I tried to do a halfcartwheel and land on my knees and slide down.  Well, it wasn't too much slide down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's date is 9/17/05.  Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!!  When you read this, it won't be your birthday.  I am super super proud of you.  Because you're taking schoooooool!  Which is cooooool!  At least that's what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pose right after the statue part.  &lt;em&gt;First bend down to put knee down.  Slide it down a little until seated on the ground.  Put your other leg over it, and do anything on top, like make a funny face, or twist your fingers, and just pretend you're hoping for good luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112700355479317974?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112700355479317974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112700355479317974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112700355479317974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112700355479317974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/09/acting-class-day-but-not-really-for.html' title='The Acting Class Day, but not really for a day, only 45 minutes'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112674257415012284</id><published>2005-09-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:02:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day When I Visitied One of my Aunts</title><content type='html'>I visited my Aunt Suzi once.  It was real fun.  We ate and picked her up from the airport--not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dropped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;picked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Tapping noises.  &lt;/em&gt;We also saw Aunt Suzi's friend, no one else that we knew.  Maybe you could see her dad.  I had soup, sandwich, fries, pickles.  ....... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off folks.  This is like saying stuff to you, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,vreally, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really,really, really, really &lt;strong&gt;FUN!  SUPER FUN!  &lt;/strong&gt;It was really super fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112674257415012284?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112674257415012284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112674257415012284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112674257415012284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112674257415012284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-when-i-visitied-one-of-my-aunts.html' title='The Day When I Visitied One of my Aunts'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112406458149268140</id><published>2005-08-14T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:23:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Austin and my Dad and Austin's Mom</title><content type='html'>Well, it's me folks.  I've got another story.  And Rick, do you really think I should call these my wacky adventures?  Say yes or no if we ever see each other, or you can just call us on the phone.  Or use another comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Austin's house with my dad on Saturday.  I had lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!  I really did a lots of fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.  He allowed me to play on the computer.  It was really fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;It really was really fun.  It really fun.  Oh, I just love to make up songs!  And Sharon gave me some Burger Kings meals, and so did my dad get some too.  I played Mucha Lucha games.  It's about a wrestling show.  It's based on a wrestling show, which is Mucha Lucha.  I also went onto the Proud Family.  It's a game where you're supposed to blast these guys so you get to another level.  I also played other games too.  One of the other games was called "Puff's Roller Skating Problems, " or something like that.  And one of the other games was called "Puff's Sand Castle, " and I am sure it was called that.  And I also played on stitches.com.  It's one of the the games was called this weird guy's lap, where you can create Stitches' own brother or sister.  And there this one where you try to stack this big sandwich, but don't try to get the bad things on like a big nasty boot or fish bones.  You can get bacon in your sandwich, but try to avoid evil yucky stuff, like a yucky, ucky , really icky steak.  You can get clean steak on it, but not that kind of steak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Steaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, more steak.  Bleah, it tastes horrible!  Isn't that funny? Or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios to all of you.  It was nice for my mom to write on the blog for me.  I always do the saying.  And it's really nice for all of you to do the comments.  It was really, really nice of you to do all those for me.  I just love this blog.  Let's publish my blog, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112406458149268140?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112406458149268140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112406458149268140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112406458149268140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112406458149268140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-with-austin-and-my-dad-and-austins.html' title='A Day with Austin and my Dad and Austin&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112389865511758813</id><published>2005-08-12T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:04:15.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day without Power for a Few Hours or a Few Minutes</title><content type='html'>Hey, folks.  When I went to my babysitter's, I could only watch TV for a while.  But Javi changed it so I couldn't watch what I wanted to watch.  Javi never watched commercial, so he always changes it onto a different show.  When the power went out, it was really weird.  Everyone only had water.  The only thing we had was water; that's what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went out because one of the poles that holds those wires burnt down really fast, but half of it was drooping.  Some people came; they were in a green thing over their regular clothes, so it was hard to tell who they were, except for one piece, the green piece with a little black on them.  They were talking to Abuela, and then to some of the rest of the family.  It took a while, and then some of Javi's friends came over with some of their games.  Someone from the family asked me if I wanted a nap.  And then I went onto to where they allowed me to sleep, which actually was supposed to be to take a nap.  I wasn't going to live on the bed for the entire night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of the people went out of the house, into the car, and drove somewhere--I didn't know where.   I was supposed to keep Mama Teri with some company.  And I did.  Mama Teri was very upset.  And so was Buddy.  EAch time she gets upset, Buddy gets really upset with her.  Well, I don't know why.  And I was trying to get some sleep, but then I heard a noise.  I looked at a little clock where there was supposed to be a light on there when it was on.  When I looked at it, there was!  But then it ran right down.  Then it showed numbers on it; it was a digital one.  And then I looked at Mama Teri's little thing under the TV.  It had a little green light on it.  Then I ran to tell Mama Teri, which I was supposed to go right to the next room.  So it didn't take that long.  I tell her and she comes with me inside her room again.  She might be shocked about that.  I couldn't wait until the rest of them got there.  So I could tell them that I found out when the electricity came on.  When they came, I did tell them.  But the boys found out after I told Karla.  I didn't tell them, but when I came to tell them, they already knew the electricity was on.  Then they wanted to play games.  The first one was with a guy in green.  You might already know what game this is.  And Dad, you can ask Austin all about him.  That is, if he will allow you to say what you're asking him.  I watched it for a little, but when my mom came, that's when we left.  And that's how we got here.  Before this, we were eating. It was really fun writing on my blog, even though my mom was doing it.  And it was really nice of her to write down my blog for me.  Because it would take me like nine hours to do this!  My very long blog is why it would take me a long, long, long, long,long time!  Adios, folks!  Which really means, Bye, folks!  It was really nice doing this with you.  It's like talking to you except for hearing your voice, and you can't hear my voice either.  Which makes it equal with hearing voices.  And folks, this really is my longest blog. It took my mom a while to type it down for you guys,  we really should be going soon.  which is really close to going now.  This is one of my very favorite things to do, writing on my blog! Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112389865511758813?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112389865511758813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112389865511758813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112389865511758813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112389865511758813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-without-power-for-few-hours-or-few.html' title='A Day without Power for a Few Hours or a Few Minutes'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112225688015108944</id><published>2005-07-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:01:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day</title><content type='html'>Hi folks.  I've been with my Grandma and Grandpa today.  I had a lot of fun.  We went to Applebee's and I got this balloon.  When I got outside the building, I named it Jr.  And my dad came with us.  And so did my mom.  We had a great time there.  Then we went to my Grandma and Grandpa's hotel.  I played there and watched TV.  I even helped Grandpa carry the bags inside.  I even said I loved them when it was time to go.  Grandpa always makes me laugh..  Sometimes he even chews my ear!  It sounds pretty weird, but you'll get used to it.  And when I left we headed for Rahco.  Actually we went to get to Burger King, then Rahco.  I'm always hungry!  Well, not always hungry.  And that's when I start writing my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I went writing on my blog.  It was seeing you guys.  Wait, I can't see you from inside the computer.  I can't even get inside the computer, so how can I see you.  I would say it's nice writing to you guys, but that would be my mom, as usual.  Bye guys--it was nice blogging!  Adios mis amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112225688015108944?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112225688015108944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112225688015108944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112225688015108944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112225688015108944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-day.html' title='A Great Day'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112199392296096489</id><published>2005-07-21T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:58:42.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Me and Mom Got Through, Which is Today</title><content type='html'>Hi Folks!  Me and Mom got through the day, well, not all of the day.  Me and Mom had a long day.  We woke up at first, as usual I get dropped off at Mama Teri's.  As most kids do what they do at summer, do what they do best, which is mostly watch TV.  And eat stuff.  And I ate rice there.  And I read a book for homework.  You might think that that's all, but I do have homework this summer.  My mom just signs me up for stuff.  Like reading, camp, Spanish and computers, and vacation Bible school.  And when I was done, me and mom went to Kidsnips.  Kidsnips is where you go to get your hair cut, and you even get to watch TV or play games while you get your hair cut.  And when you're done, you get to get toys.  There's a treasure chest where you can even get candy!  And after that we went a place to eat.  We spent a while there while we were eating.  Well, everyone knows people eat at an eating place!  And then we came to Rahco.  But now I have to ask my mother what we're going to do next.  Actually, I meant Mom.  And after that we're doing my blog now, so we're going to go home after I play a couple of computer games, and then -- GO HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll sleep, and then we'll wake up again.  And the day goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, mis amigos y amigas!  And it was nice typing on the computer, even though my mom did all the typing.  Well, Folks, I guess it's time to say goodbye.  Adios, Mis Amigos y Amigas!  I meant to put that down even though my mom did it.  It was nice talking to you people, even though we were writing.  Actually, it was my mom doing the writing. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112199392296096489?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112199392296096489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112199392296096489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112199392296096489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112199392296096489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-me-and-mom-got-through-which-is.html' title='The Day Me and Mom Got Through, Which is Today'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112190740828340009</id><published>2005-07-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:56:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mom doing the day!</title><content type='html'>Hi folks!  I'm writing on my blog again!  Me and mom had a big day.  We started out with waking up and dressing ourselves.  You might think my mom dressed me; I don't even remember if she did or not.  And then we got the day started.  My mom took me to Mama Teri's.  I had a terrific time with her and her family and her dog, which is Buddy.  You might think he has a kong, but he doesn't.  He just plays with the family.  He does have other toys.  I remember one; it's sort of like a ball, and each time you squeeze it, it squeaks.  It makes a very light and soft noise, but it's very loud.  It's like "squEEEEEEEEk!"  It has triangles on it and all different kinds of colors.  And I left with my mom.  And then we went to eat and now we are at Rahco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye folks!  It was nice writing on my blog, even though my mom wrote on it.  It's really weird that I talk and she writes everything down that I say.  As I was saying, BYE!!!!  My amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112190740828340009?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112190740828340009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112190740828340009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112190740828340009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112190740828340009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-mom-doing-day.html' title='Me and Mom doing the day!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112173427307916729</id><published>2005-07-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:51:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mom at Bailey's</title><content type='html'>Hi, Folks!  I went to Bailey's today.  It was fun because there were polar bears on the kid's menu, and a seal was on it.  And the waitress was nice.  She didn't mind if I brought a ball, but my mom wouldn't let me, but I still brought it anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one time when we went to the bookstore, we got me a music set.  It's still in the box today.  The instrumetns are jingle stick, harmonica and recorder.  Since they're still in the box and there is plastic in front of it, I can make a drum out of it.  And I call it the Jingle Drum!  It's a pretty funny name, but it has the jingle stick in it and you can hear it while you tap stuff on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum-pa-pum-tum, rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle,rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle,rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle, tap, tap, tap, rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle, tap, tap, tap,  jingle, jingle,rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle,rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle, tap, tap, tap, rum-pa-pum-tum, jingle, jingle, tap, tap, tap, rum-pa-pum-TUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off folks!  Signing off my blog!  Adios folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112173427307916729?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112173427307916729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112173427307916729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112173427307916729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112173427307916729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-mom-at-baileys.html' title='Me and Mom at Bailey&apos;s'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112160958657083917</id><published>2005-07-17T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:13:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike and me and Mom</title><content type='html'>Hi folks, I'm with MIke and my mom and Mike's dogs.  Mike's dogs are named  Taco and Yukon.  Yukon is very fun to play with because each time I run and play and exercise with him he might try to hold me and stop me.  If I'm holding kongs, he'll really run after me.  Kongs are something the dogs like to chew on.  It's black, Grandma, you know what I mean.  MIke gave you one for Kimberlee.  And so will you , Grandpa.  And it's sorta like Mike has a secret entrance to the basement.  You have to be careful because there's not railings.  It's like it's hidden under a furniture.  It actually is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off folks!  It was nice writing and talking to ya, even though my mom did all the typing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112160958657083917?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112160958657083917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112160958657083917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112160958657083917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112160958657083917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/mike-and-me-and-mom.html' title='Mike and me and Mom'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112154063545517104</id><published>2005-07-16T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:03:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling with friends</title><content type='html'>I went bowling with my friends, so that's why it has the title that way  I had the lowest score when bowling because we were bowling without bumpers.  If I had bumpers, I would be very good.  There's a game about saving the world, Bikini Bottom, and it's where you play SpongeBob. but it has no bumpers, so you have to be very careful about where you aim.  And Patrick has to bowl Spongebob down the lane, and you're bowling robots, and they're tied together and Spongebob has to knock them down.  And he goes, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooa!" until you hit the robots.  And I'm going to head to Mike's today, so I can play with him and his dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios mis amigas y mis amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112154063545517104?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112154063545517104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112154063545517104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112154063545517104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112154063545517104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/bowling-with-friends.html' title='Bowling with friends'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112147599251617885</id><published>2005-07-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:06:32.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buffalo Wild Wings Visit</title><content type='html'>When I went to Buffalo Wild Wings, I asked for a balloon because I saw a kid holding one.  I got a yellow one.  It doesn't float so well.  And it has a buffalo on the front with wings, and it even and grill and bar on it.    And we could make a pinata it, just put some strips around, decorate it and voila--you're finished.  It's a pinata.  I made one when I was in Spanish class.  I really don't want to rub it in about my Spanish teacher, but it might remind me of my Mexican babysitter.  And the balloon's really the weirdest shape I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, folks!  It was nice writing and talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Grandma could you please comment on my blog.  I've never heard from you, and I'd like to hear what you think about my new blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112147599251617885?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112147599251617885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112147599251617885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112147599251617885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112147599251617885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/buffalo-wild-wings-visit.html' title='The Buffalo Wild Wings Visit'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112139345600225262</id><published>2005-07-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:10:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw Madagascar</title><content type='html'>When I was watching Madagascar, it was really funny.  One of the characters said to Alex, "Excuse me!  You're biting my butt!"  Alex is the lion.  And he said, "No I'm not!"  And when those lemurs  said, "All hail the New York Giants!"  That was a football team, not a lion, hippo, giraffe and a zebra.  There weren't any live people, but they did have dead people.  They had the skeltons right up in the trees.  And it was really weird when they were having a fight with their mouth and the penguin said "Do you think we should tell them we are all out of gas in the ship?"  The other penguin said, "No, let's just wave and look cuddly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off folks!  It was nice writing my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112139345600225262?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112139345600225262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112139345600225262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112139345600225262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112139345600225262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-saw-madagascar.html' title='I saw Madagascar'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112130162052855978</id><published>2005-07-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:40:20.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rabbit that got close to me and my mom</title><content type='html'>Once me and my mom were headed out of Rahco Rubber but suddenly we saw a rabbit and we were really close to it and I said we should be really thankful we weren't closer to it or we could get bitten by it.  It was really surprising, but it didn't come out of the bushes but it ran into the bushes.  It must have been scared of us.  It was really cute and soft.  But we didn't touch it so we didn't know if it was soft.  And the ears looked very very soft and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won two medals, one for being very good and one for completely games sort of like challenges.  And that's how I won these medals.  I guess I should have called it the day when I won  two medals and saw a rabbit up close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112130162052855978?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112130162052855978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112130162052855978' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112130162052855978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112130162052855978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabbit-that-got-close-to-me-and-my-mom.html' title='The rabbit that got close to me and my mom'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112093757527693461</id><published>2005-07-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:32:55.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ichard's blog</title><content type='html'>When I went to Mama Teri's today, she gave me tamales.  And my mom and Mama Teri talked for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down the stairs to ask Karla if I could watch TV there.  And I could watch an entire half hour show.  I watched Fairly Odd Parents.  I like it because there's a kid named Timmy who has Fairly Odd Parents, known as fairies.  In this one, Chip Skylar has gotten trapped with Vicki. And Vicki loves him so he can't escape because the rules say Timmy's fairy godparents can't break true love.  So they can't do it.  So they try to break up Vicki with Chip Skylar.  Chip Skylar didn't want to get married with her.  So he followed a song that would get him away from her, and it's called "Icky Vicki." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, folks!  It was really nice to talk to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo (translation:  Richard)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112093757527693461?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112093757527693461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112093757527693461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112093757527693461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112093757527693461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/ichards-blog.html' title='Ichard&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112069101824507407</id><published>2005-07-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:03:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ardo's blog</title><content type='html'>I did a little sewing thingy, it's sort of like sewing, but it isn't.  The kids that were making it had to make flowers or use it as anything or just make one.  I was one of the fastest people making  one.  Everyone at the table was impressed at how fast I was doing it.  It just took a couple minutes, and it almost looked like I was done.  I just wanted to make it entirely around it, but I couldn't do it in the middle, but if I had a sewing machine I could make holes in it and make it a pillow.  And I was trying to make a rose for the flower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin gave me new shoes and new shirts and even new tapes.  He is one of my best friends.  And his mom is a friend of my dad.  And he has friends.  Different ones, but one day they didn't want to play with me.  Because they thought I just wanted to play on the computer, but I wanted to play with them, because when I play something, I really get stuck into it.  Like swinging--sometimes I just can't get out of that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one time in summer school I was doing Technology and You, and today I made something I had to make it with three things to write down.  I put down safety rules, for one, and one of them was never touch small injured sharks.  They may still be able to bite you.  I just want to keep everyone safe.  And swim in water where you can see danger.  And always swim with a buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112069101824507407?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112069101824507407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112069101824507407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112069101824507407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112069101824507407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/ardos-blog.html' title='Ardo&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112052685541711228</id><published>2005-07-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:27:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich's Blog</title><content type='html'>I saw my Dad Sunday and Saturday.  I had a lot of fun with my cousins and him.  I played Scooby Doo on the computer and Math Adventures (on the computer too).  I saw A Christmas Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was in a parade when I was in computer lab.  A Fourth of July parade I was in.  I walked around a corner because I was one of the last people to go outside.  And I had Fla-Vor-Ice outside of the school.  I shook a maraca, I mean noisemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time at school I saw Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost.  And in that show I thought the one that Daphne thought was the good one was the bad one.  And at the ending, it showed that I was correct.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off now, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112052685541711228?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112052685541711228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112052685541711228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112052685541711228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112052685541711228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/07/richs-blog.html' title='Rich&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-112018424699076974</id><published>2005-06-30T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:17:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricardo's Blog</title><content type='html'>At church I saw a couple of ducks.  They were lining up one time.  It looked like the father duck was watching them.  The little ones were behind him.  And now I am in summer camp.  There's lots to do there.  Go outside, play, play basketball, soccer, frisbee, and I can swim there with my new goggles.  Nearby the park is a swimming park where I can use my goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when I'm headed to the stage for lunch, I see Mrs. Gruenke.  She was my teacher and she's very nice.  And sometimes she is funny.  She can make up jokes, she pretends we can make cameras, or get robots that will say "Sit Down!  Sit!!"  Or "Raise Your Hand!!!"  Or she could record what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At summer school I learn Spanish and learn how to work computers like Power Point, Fun Brain, Dot.com.  And Miss Cortesi is the one who teaches me in Spanish.  Mama Teri helps me practice with what I just learned if I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios (Translate:  Goodbye), Amigos (Translate:  Friends)  Amigas (Translate:  Friends {who are girls}).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-112018424699076974?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/112018424699076974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=112018424699076974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112018424699076974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/112018424699076974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/06/ricardos-blog.html' title='Ricardo&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-111488515844702779</id><published>2005-04-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:19:18.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ElGuero's Favorite Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>When I was at my friend's park I saw a cat in the bushes.  I thought I saw one like him or her because it looks so much familiar.  It had green eyes like most cats, and it was sort of grey and black.  But I can't remember who had a cat like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was pretty wide and I saw a few kids that saw the cat before I did.  It was very cute.  But it scratched one of the kids that already knew the cat.  And they were throwing stuff at it.  But I was trying to talk to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have karate lessons.  I'm doing good in it.  There is a hard part of the class--duck walk.  It's where you go down and put your hands on your head and have to walk to one side of the gym and go back from where you were waddling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-111488515844702779?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/111488515844702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=111488515844702779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/111488515844702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/111488515844702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2005/04/elgueros-favorite-blog-entry.html' title='ElGuero&apos;s Favorite Blog Entry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-110289966964179769</id><published>2004-12-12T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:08:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard's Super Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>Today I was with my dad.  I was playing something funny with Maureen.  I was the cash register man.  And when she bought something too much, she gets some money from the cash register.  What I sold to her was a few of my toys, two gloves, and chips.  And Cheetah Chumps.  They had that cereal.  It was supposed to remind you of cheetahs.  They were supposed to look like spots on a cheetah.  I went bowling a few days ago with a lot of points, but my dad took the high score.  But it's not important who wins.  It's important where you play and if you have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-110289966964179769?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/110289966964179769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=110289966964179769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110289966964179769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110289966964179769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2004/12/richards-super-blog-entry.html' title='Richard&apos;s Super Blog Entry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-110228454791705168</id><published>2004-12-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:09:07.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My great blog entry</title><content type='html'>I was with my dad, my dad told me he was going to give me books.  There were lots of books.  Scary ones, and two chapter books.  I worked on the calendar today. But not at school.  I did it at Daddy's house today.  I have pizza on Friday's when it's school time.&lt;br /&gt;I got one strike yesterday bowling.  My dad in level two he was winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall on Thursday.  I saw Santa Claus's place, and I came out wearing antlers.  pok'emon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-110228454791705168?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/110228454791705168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=110228454791705168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110228454791705168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110228454791705168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-great-blog-entry.html' title='My great blog entry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-110212723810080658</id><published>2004-12-03T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:27:18.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard's brand new one</title><content type='html'>I am six.  My teacher's name is Mrs. Grunke.  On Friday, I have no homework.  Because Mrs. Grunke lets me and my classmates enjoy ourselves.  I was the star of the week, and part of being star of the week you have to read your profile and before you're star of the week you have to read a lot of books!  Like t he Cat in the Hat.  and even just like Green Eggs. and Ham.  And even just like If you Give a Mouse a Cookie.  And even just like If You Give a Moose a Muffin.  And don't forget Curious George!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget If You Give a Pig a Pancake!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-110212723810080658?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/110212723810080658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=110212723810080658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110212723810080658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/110212723810080658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2004/12/richards-brand-new-one.html' title='Richard&apos;s brand new one'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-109019705888566073</id><published>2004-07-18T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:30:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Richard Hit a Ball over a fence entry</title><content type='html'>Once I hit a ball over two fences in one hit!&amp;nbsp; It was cool.&amp;nbsp; It was a tennis ball.&amp;nbsp; It happened during my tennis lesson.&amp;nbsp; I told the coach I didn't do it, but I really did.&amp;nbsp; It was bad that I lied.&amp;nbsp; Very, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Once my dalmatian was stuck in a tree.&amp;nbsp; (He's a toy dalmatian, not a real one.)&amp;nbsp; He was stuck high in the tree.&amp;nbsp; I threw rocks to get him down.&amp;nbsp; I did a lot of stuff to get him down.&amp;nbsp; Once he fell down from the tree.&amp;nbsp; Because the rain and the wind.&amp;nbsp; I was scared that he wouldn't come down.&amp;nbsp; But then he fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have Yu-Gi-Oh cards.&amp;nbsp; They are fun to play with and I love them very much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-109019705888566073?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/109019705888566073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=109019705888566073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/109019705888566073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/109019705888566073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2004/07/richard-hit-ball-over-fence-entry.html' title='The Richard Hit a Ball over a fence entry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273687.post-108691237556669419</id><published>2004-06-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T17:11:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard's very cool first blog entry</title><content type='html'>I got my first blog.  It seems very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from kindergarten yesterday.  My mom came to see me, and my dad, and my grandparents and Puppy Man.  I wonder when I will graduate again. And again.  And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sing "Wonderful World."  And the rainbows are pretty in the sky.  But it can't be on the face of people going by.  That's what they sing in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present for Mrs. Karlin, my teacher.  It's a picture of me and her in a picture frame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273687-108691237556669419?l=elgueromuses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/feeds/108691237556669419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273687&amp;postID=108691237556669419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/108691237556669419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273687/posts/default/108691237556669419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elgueromuses.blogspot.com/2004/06/richards-very-cool-first-blog-entry.html' title='Richard&apos;s very cool first blog entry'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15917008256976790838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16309236066677371132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>