<?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-3167328</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:07:15.195-07:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Proverbs'/><category term='Homework'/><category term='Watching'/><category term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Sara Mackenzie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-2768855227412821750</id><published>2012-02-12T19:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:07:15.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammys and news!</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the Grammy Awards. Adele is Performing! Yay! Write a comment if you like her. Sorry I have not been posting. Next year I am going to West High! Go panthers! :) I've been dancing on my pointe shoes. They are so pretty!Btw if you ever come to my house i just wanted to let you know that I have two siblings that can be VERY annoying. You should be afraid. Very afraid. Anywho (I just love that word! Try saying it in different accents.), until next time (whenever that may be), see ya! Sara is out! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-2768855227412821750?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/2768855227412821750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=2768855227412821750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2768855227412821750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2768855227412821750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2012/02/grammys-and-news.html' title='Grammys and news!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-4879193875992106192</id><published>2011-11-27T11:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:48:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I broke my arm. We went to the doctor and I got my x-ray taken. Apparently Greek Olympic obstacle courses are very dangerous.  Any way I'm going to see an Orthopedist tomorrow, to see if how bad the fracture is. Unfortunately, I might not be allowed to dance in the Nutcracker anymore. Let's hope it does not come to that. In the mean time I will be wearing a sling for the next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-4879193875992106192?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/4879193875992106192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=4879193875992106192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4879193875992106192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4879193875992106192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/11/crack.html' title='Crack!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-1195693418949860001</id><published>2011-11-19T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:19:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Shoes</title><content type='html'>Today I got my first pair of point shoes. I'm so happy, If you took a look inside me, I 'm pretty sure all you would see are smiley faces! I'll post a picture soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-1195693418949860001?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/1195693418949860001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=1195693418949860001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/1195693418949860001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/1195693418949860001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/11/point-shoes.html' title='Point Shoes'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-8811112494063183140</id><published>2011-10-01T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:22:28.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>Can 6 and 1/2 hours of ballet a week be too much?&lt;br /&gt;Not for me.  I love ballet. Of course, now that I think about it I'm only dancing 3 and 1/2 hours. The other 3 hours I just sit in the studio and wait for Rebecca. Ugggh. (sigh) at least it is worth it. I start dancing on pointe shoes in January but I choose them in November. Next Month! I'm soooo exited. Pointe shoes here I come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-8811112494063183140?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/8811112494063183140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=8811112494063183140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/8811112494063183140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/8811112494063183140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/10/ballet.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6534151164160484820</id><published>2011-03-16T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:15:37.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory"</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Sweets candy factory. It was fun. they let me try samples. I tried Sour cherry balls, chocolate covered orange sticks (fresh off the line), and taffy. I tried buttered popcorn taffy. (which my mom doesn't really like)&lt;br /&gt; The reason I call it "Willy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wonka's&lt;/span&gt; chocolate factory" is because when you look up, you see a whole bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; pipes. some of the pipes said : Caution Hot Water Line, or: Caution Water Line. The ones that made me think about "Willy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wonka's&lt;/span&gt; Factory" were the ones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt;: CHOCOLATE and HIGH GLUCOSE CORN SYRUP. They really carried chocolate through them!&lt;br /&gt;After our tour was finished, we shopped for taffy and everyone in my class was lucky because they each got a piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6534151164160484820?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/6534151164160484820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=6534151164160484820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6534151164160484820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6534151164160484820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/03/willy-wonkas-chocolate-factory.html' title='&quot;Willy Wonka&apos;s Chocolate factory&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6464184153844947587</id><published>2011-03-13T13:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:27:55.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brick For Breakfast?</title><content type='html'>This morning, while eating breakfast,( a bowl of raisin bran) I was startled. Why? Let's start from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I was pouring cereal into my bowl. I hear a "Thunk" so I stop pouring. I look in my bowl and there is a "Brick" is in my bowl. The brick consists mostly of raisins and has a few flakes of the bran sticking to it. I show it to my mom who after staring at it for seven seconds, snickered in a friendly way before saying, "You must have hit the jackpot."&lt;br /&gt;I showed my dad and since I had already eaten the rest of my cereal, I said he could eat it. He then replied "I will take a picture of it if I end up awake enough to." I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you find a brick in a box of cereal, just let me know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6464184153844947587?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/6464184153844947587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=6464184153844947587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6464184153844947587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6464184153844947587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/03/brick-for-breakfast.html' title='A Brick For Breakfast?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-7191801444243340357</id><published>2011-03-12T17:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:37:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Webkinz</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. I love webkinz and because a new movie is coming out on April 1st, Webkinz gave me a challenge. I won and so I won a virtual Hopping Bunny and it is so cute! I love it so much! I named it Martine. I hope they have more contests like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-7191801444243340357?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/7191801444243340357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=7191801444243340357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/7191801444243340357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/7191801444243340357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/03/webkinz.html' title='Webkinz'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-7452581414480962125</id><published>2011-03-12T15:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:36:28.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn!</title><content type='html'>Hello there. For the most part, my parents have been writing everything. Now its my turn! Its my blog so now I'm taking over. (For the most part.) I can tell this will be fun! Now, almost everything will be in my own words! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll begin by introducing myself. (As if you didn't know me already.) I am almost 11 years old and I love reading. If you hadn't read any good books for a while, why not try The Last Dragon series. It's really good. We have (we meaning my family) have been going to the library. It is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one of the last posts my dad did says: I HATE homework. I think its really boring. Once I almost fell asleep while doing my math! (Of course, it was late and past my bedtime.) If you want to see why homework bores to death, then you can give me your e-mail adress and I can send you my essay on D-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is really fun and on a good day I can write poems. If you want, give me your e-mail adress and I will send you an excerpt from one of the books I'm currently writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn more about me, keep reading my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-7452581414480962125?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/7452581414480962125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=7452581414480962125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/7452581414480962125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/7452581414480962125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-turn.html' title='My Turn!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274537108236967088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-2730815462920049491</id><published>2009-11-05T09:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:34:58.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Homework - blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt; start 9 year old daughter's voice &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HOMEWORK!  Why does it even matter if I do my homework.  My life is so horrible because I have to do my homework.  Woe is me!  How can it possibly make any difference in anything if I do it or not. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt; end drama &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  The above was a short summary of the events yesterday evening.  She's only 9.  I thought I had another 3 years or so until this silliness starts.  I guess I'll have to bump up my schedule, eh?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-2730815462920049491?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/2730815462920049491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=2730815462920049491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2730815462920049491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2730815462920049491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2009/11/homework-blah.html' title='Homework - blah!'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-4061154034833387944</id><published>2009-01-06T00:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:07:33.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>Sara performed in The Nutcracker during the month of December.  It was a lot of fun and a lot of hard work!  She had the opportunity to perform for one of our local television stations, and I finally found a link to the video online.  You'll first catch a glimpse of her at about the 1:40 mark (she's on the right), glimpses of her for the next minute, and then when you reach the 2:40 mark there will be a couple of close-ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual production was MUCH better than this video clip.  But hey, you have to perform where they tell you to perform!  There simply just wasn't enough room, the floor was slippery, and it was tile - so the grout made for a very uneven dance surface!  Oh... and she was up at 5:00 AM to get ready for this performance.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://kutv.img.cdn.entriq.net/dayportcore/dpm/DayPortPlayers.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;DayPortPlayer.newPlayer({articleID:"77098",bannerAdConDefID:"31",videoAdObjectID:"30",videoAdConDefID:"11",playVideoAds:"true",autoPlay:"true",accPos:"CCTVI.VIDEO.LOCAL",accSite:"KUTV",rootCategory:"0",playerInstanceID:"6079F2D7-64DE-7731-AEBE-0BBA248311D6",domain:"kutv.dayport.com"});&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-4061154034833387944?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/4061154034833387944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=4061154034833387944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4061154034833387944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4061154034833387944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2009/01/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6006798901013016506</id><published>2008-10-09T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:55:41.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Watching</title><content type='html'>Watch blue butterflies, fluttering by.&lt;br /&gt;Watch black birds, who fly in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Watch red ladybugs landing on your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Watch little baby, wiggling her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Original by the Pink Princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6006798901013016506?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/6006798901013016506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=6006798901013016506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6006798901013016506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6006798901013016506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2008/10/watching.html' title='Watching'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-4135087444869848460</id><published>2007-07-27T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:57:49.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Mania</title><content type='html'>The Princess is obsessed with Harry Potter.  She's currently reading Book 3 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People worry about whether or not these books are too "dark" for her.  They could be, I suppose, but I wonder how much of that she actually processes.  This may be a poor guideline to follow, but I figure that as long as she's not having nightmares it's OK.  She really loved reading "Goosebump" books during the school year, but every once in a while she'd have bad dreams about them, so I'd make her stop for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she loves the "magic" of Harry Potter.  The Princess can be found running around the house in her invisibility cloak, and loves to pretend that she is Hermione Granger.  She has a magic wand, and loves to cast spells.  She also is keen to turn whoever is available into other characters of the story.  The Dragon has been known to play the role of "Fluffy" and guard the Sorcerer's Stone, or, Hagrid's lovable dog, Fang.  She refers to her school as Hogwarts, and loves to pretend that she's riding the "Hogwarts Express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-4135087444869848460?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/4135087444869848460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=4135087444869848460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4135087444869848460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/4135087444869848460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-mania.html' title='Harry Potter Mania'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-1352455863809870712</id><published>2007-07-06T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:18:25.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love About The Pink Princess</title><content type='html'>The Pink Princess is now 7 and has a strong desire to do what is right.  She is eager to please, and wants to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is creative in her games as she has a vivid imagination.  She loves writing letters to her friends, and drawing pictures for just about everyone we know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess is also stubborn - it is very hard to change her mind once she has made her decision.  I hope that this will carry her far in life - in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a deep love of God and Jesus Christ.  She finds comfort when she prays - I am glad she has learned this at a young age.  Everyone should have a way that they can find some measure of peace in this crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still so young, but I can already see glimpses of the woman she is going to become.  She is a beautiful little girl, and the love I feel for her is so overwhelming I feel as though my heart may burst at any moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-1352455863809870712?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/1352455863809870712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=1352455863809870712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/1352455863809870712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/1352455863809870712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-i-love-about-pink-princess.html' title='Things I Love About The Pink Princess'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-280598908775271894</id><published>2007-06-04T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:09:08.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date With Grandma</title><content type='html'>today is monday and it is the forth of june. i am  going to go see a play tonight. i am going with grandma and grandpa. it will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-280598908775271894?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/280598908775271894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=280598908775271894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/280598908775271894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/280598908775271894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2007/06/date-with-grandma.html' title='A Date With Grandma'/><author><name>The Pink Princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-5156598240282707532</id><published>2007-06-01T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:55:03.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tick-toc</title><content type='html'>tick toc goes the clock, tick-toc tick toc. round and round the seconed hand goes, woosh, woosh, woosh. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.  it's midnight! wow! uh-oh it's 4 hours past my bedtime! goodnight. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! cock-a-doodle-doo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-5156598240282707532?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/5156598240282707532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=5156598240282707532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/5156598240282707532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/5156598240282707532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2007/06/tick-toc.html' title='tick-toc'/><author><name>The Pink Princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-2030706007277533218</id><published>2007-06-01T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:56:07.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><title type='text'>Proverbs</title><content type='html'>The Princess' teacher had the class write proverbs.  You've seen similar things in other emails, I'm sure, but basically, she provided them with the beginning of proverbs with the instructions to finish them.  I thought they were so cute, I'm publishing them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs by The Pink Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike while the ... ball is coming at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest before ... daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of ... clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lead a horse to water, but ... you can't let it swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bite the hand that ... is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news is ... good as a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miss is as good as a ... hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't teach an old dog ... if you're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lie down with dogs, you ... will get licked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all, (you) trust ... in your heart.  (The Princess edited this one with "you".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen is mightier than ... my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idle mind is a ... stopping mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is smoke, there's ... fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy is the bride who ... fell.  (I'll remind her of that one on her wedding day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny saved is ... worth a gumball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is company, three's ... are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None are so blind as ... a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children should be seen and not ... seen on markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, . . . try, try, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get out of something what you ... hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blind lead the blind ... they bump each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-2030706007277533218?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/2030706007277533218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=2030706007277533218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2030706007277533218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/2030706007277533218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2007/06/proverbs.html' title='Proverbs'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-116060726332127956</id><published>2006-10-11T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:16:19.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Nutrients</title><content type='html'>"Mommy! A bug just flew in my mouth so I spit him out and then I came in and I washed my tongue but I don't know if there are still germs in my mouth because he DIED in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life With The Pink Princess - Act 78, Scene 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-116060726332127956?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/116060726332127956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=116060726332127956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/116060726332127956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/116060726332127956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2006/10/extra-nutrients.html' title='Extra Nutrients'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-115959009345196695</id><published>2006-09-29T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:55:16.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>The Pink Princess got a new toy today.  It's a &lt;a href="http://www.leapfrog.com/do/findproduct?ageGroupKey=grade&amp;key=ttmath"&gt;Turbo Twist Math Handheld&lt;/a&gt; from LeapFrog.  I've got to admit, I love these LeapFrog products.  It looked like a fun way to get my stubborn little girl to practice her math which she seems to be struggling with, primarily because she simply doesn't think she can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent over an hour doing math this evening with this new toy.  She thinks it's a game, and she is getting faster and faster and faster.  She has a big smile on her face, and she laughs every time she gets one right.  This toy is FULL of positive affirmations, and you program it with her name, so a voice says "Great Job!" while her name flashes on the screen.  It's also very cool because you can select specific things to work on.  For example, The Pink Princess is being quizzed on +3 math problems at school, so you can program it to only give +3 math problems.  So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know she has only had it for a few hours, and unfortunately, the thing may end up by the wayside like so many other toys have.  But for now, it's motivating her, and THAT, is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the retail price is $29.99, but I paid $19.99 at Wal-Mart.  I looked at getting it on E-bay, but by the time you add in shipping, it cost just as much as the one at Wal-Mart -- and most of the time it was used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the latest in The Pink Princess' life.  I'm hoping to have her start posting here in the next week or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-115959009345196695?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/115959009345196695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=115959009345196695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115959009345196695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115959009345196695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-115950516026733637</id><published>2006-09-28T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:22:44.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At Daddy's Office</title><content type='html'>I spent part of the day at Daddy's office.  The people are nice, but he was boring.  All he wanted to do was work on his computer.  He wouldn't watch movies with us.  He introduced The Purple Dragon and me to this lady who works there with a basketball under her shirt.  They told us it was really a baby in her tummy, but I'm not sure I buy that.  I like the basketball idea.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-115950516026733637?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/115950516026733637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=115950516026733637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115950516026733637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115950516026733637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-at-daddys-office_115950516026733637.html' title='A Day At Daddy&apos;s Office'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-115915221191742766</id><published>2006-09-24T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:17:27.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Have A Cousin!</title><content type='html'>My Uncle and Aunt are going to have a baby.  I'm really excited, and today I made them a picture to hang up in the baby's room.  I also wrote them a book about 5 important things that a baby needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Lots of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don't hug the baby too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When you "count" to the baby, use the right numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A baby needs friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really liked it.  My Mom thought it was great too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-115915221191742766?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/115915221191742766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=115915221191742766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115915221191742766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115915221191742766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-going-to-have-cousin.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Have A Cousin!'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-115903645407133720</id><published>2006-09-23T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:51:18.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it be Dry?</title><content type='html'>I asked Mommy and Daddy today if I could play in the sandbox that Daddy made for us.  Daddy went out and checked it and said it was still too wet.  :(  When will it ever dry out?  That makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a swingset out there though.  Perhaps I'll ask Daddy if I can play on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-115903645407133720?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/feeds/115903645407133720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167328&amp;postID=115903645407133720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115903645407133720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/115903645407133720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-will-it-be-dry.html' title='When will it be Dry?'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-8154799</id><published>2001-12-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:50:56.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Run, As Fast As You Can... (especially if you're a gingerbread man)</title><content type='html'>The Pink Princess partook of her first Gingerbread Man today, courtesy of our neighbor Steve.  She first did a happy dance, then proceeded to lick him from toe to head.  She then began gnawing on his left arm which finally broke off after several minutes.  Once she had finished the arm, she ate his right frosting eyeball, then proceeded to make him "dance" as she sang "Doo doo doo... doo doo doo...".  His belly was then given one or two more licks (she liked the frosting), and then he was left to rot on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think she enjoyed the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-8154799?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/8154799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/8154799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2001/12/run-run-as-fast-as-you-can-especially.html' title='Run, Run, As Fast As You Can... (especially if you&apos;re a gingerbread man)'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6272578</id><published>2001-10-11T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:50:11.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Princess Types</title><content type='html'>-/4-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;3mmbfvg412byhtg4mmnv  vcfc43 ggggggfdd9-/,,,  ,m gffb  . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: "I want to watch Bambi now." At least, that's what I think it means since she was repeatedly saying "Baybe" while she was typing this message. - Mommy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6272578?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6272578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6272578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2001/10/pink-princess-types.html' title='The Pink Princess Types'/><author><name>King Isepik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588056701173327123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQ1dOC86jH0/SLOPDqi-qYI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtIZx5zk3YY/S220/King.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6267855</id><published>2001-10-11T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:49:40.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Princess Talk</title><content type='html'>The Pink Princess is busily trying to "talk" to us now, although I don't think it qualifies as English (or "American") yet.  However, even if she can't get the words out, she certainly can communicate!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She barks at dogs, meows at cats, quacks at ducks,  "sniffs" whenever she sees a flower, points at airplanes, and waves hello and bye-bye.  "Foos" means shoes.  "Ca-ca" means car/truck.  "Bebe" is baby.  "Ca-coh" is color.  "Cocah" is cookie.  "Baybe" is Bambi (similar to baby - TV in the room means Bambi, baby in the room means baby - and if both are in the room, well, it's probably the one she's hitting!).  She "vrooms" when she plays with cars, and "la la's" with Big Bird when they "Sing!" a song.  "Eese" is cheese, and a hand on her bottom means "change me please".  She also knows sign language for bird, and food. If all else fails, she is more than happy to grab a hold of your pants and drag you to wherever it is that she would like you to go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Pink Princess also says "Mommy", "Momma" and "Dada."  And the other day I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; she said "Thank-you," although I haven't heard it since.  She also has said "diaper", but again, only once. But I'm not worried - I know it will only be a short matter of time before she's talking and I'm wishing she wasn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6267855?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6267855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6267855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2001/10/pink-princess-talk.html' title='The Pink Princess Talk'/><author><name>The Pink Princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6234170</id><published>2001-10-10T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:48:36.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning, 8:00 am.  Open the door to The Pink Princess' room, and there she sits in only a diaper.  The "footy" pajamas are all the way off, and The Pink Princess appears frustrated as she is busily trying to shove her arm back into one of the legs.  Not to mention the pajamas are inside-out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe the two-piece pajamas will be a better choice for her - at least if I want her to stay clothed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6234170?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6234170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6234170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2001/10/ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.html' title='Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!'/><author><name>The Pink Princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167328.post-6184506</id><published>2001-10-07T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:47:33.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack Of The Naked Baby</title><content type='html'>As some of you may have heard, The Pink Princess has taken to undressing herself. She hasn't completed it entirely (yet!), but she's certainly making progress. Saturday morning, when I went to wake her up, her onesie was unsnapped, her diaper was halfway off, and she had peed in her crib - particularly on her favorite stuffed dog. She appeared to be quite happy (or proud?), and spent the next several minutes jumping up and down and squealing "Mama, Mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder what she will (or won't) be wearing tomorrow morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167328-6184506?l=sara-mack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6184506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167328/posts/default/6184506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara-mack.blogspot.com/2001/10/attack-of-naked-baby.html' title='Attack Of The Naked Baby'/><author><name>The Pink Princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
