<?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-35058722</id><updated>2011-10-11T01:09:59.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day...</title><subtitle type='html'>Go into the world of Emily Sudoku.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-7386595438266613332</id><published>2007-03-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:36:20.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 weeks later we found Chloè under the porch knocked out cold.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that it looked like she hit her head on a rock and got knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;The police arrested Sheryl 2 weeks after we found Chloè.&lt;br /&gt;Sheconfessed to putting Chloè under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;She said that she found Chloè on the ground and thought that she was dead.&lt;br /&gt;She panicked so ahe wrapped Chloè in a shrrt and put her under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said the only reason Chloè survived is she probably ate the stuff on the sheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-7386595438266613332?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7386595438266613332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=7386595438266613332' title='313 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/7386595438266613332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/7386595438266613332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-weeks-later-we-found-chlo-under-porch.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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>313</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-5739366856349222103</id><published>2007-03-19T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:10:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today at school something weird happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at lunch when a girl that looked  exactly like me walked right by me.&lt;br /&gt;What is even stranger is she looked me straight in the eye and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;I said to the nurse that I felt sick and wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I looked petty sick because she let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I whent to bed and slept all day.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired because every night I would try to sleap but I would just sit there and think about Chloè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          SO GOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-5739366856349222103?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5739366856349222103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=5739366856349222103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/5739366856349222103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/5739366856349222103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-diary-today-at-school-something_19.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-3964024784236209230</id><published>2007-03-19T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:10:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today at school something weird happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at lunch when a girl that looked  exactly like me walked right by me.&lt;br /&gt;What is even stranger is she looked me straight in the eye and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;I said to the nurse that I felt sick and wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I looked petty sick because she let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I whent to bed and slept all day.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired because every night I would try to sleap but I would just sit there and think about Chloè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          SO GOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-3964024784236209230?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3964024784236209230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=3964024784236209230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/3964024784236209230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/3964024784236209230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-diary-today-at-school-something.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-117096257476010696</id><published>2007-02-08T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:22:54.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Dairy,                                                                  02/08/07&lt;br /&gt;I have never kept a diary befor so I'm not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy today.&lt;br /&gt;He was very nice he saie that he would help me find Chloè.&lt;br /&gt;He also said that his sister would help too.&lt;br /&gt;It is a great feeling having a frind to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find a note on the door when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;It said,"You asked for my help and now you wont her back!"&lt;br /&gt;At frist I did not know if it was a joke or not.&lt;br /&gt;But then I realjhhsed what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago when Chloè was born, I was happy at first.&lt;br /&gt;But then all my parents did was take care of Chloè.&lt;br /&gt;I was so jealous that I wished  that someone would take &lt;br /&gt;her away and THEY DID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-117096257476010696?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/117096257476010696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=117096257476010696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/117096257476010696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/117096257476010696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-dairy-020807-i-have-never-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-116853373035628695</id><published>2007-01-11T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:42:10.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next morning I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;In English we were supposed to write a paper on&lt;br /&gt;"Are You There, God? It's Me Margaret."&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion "Are You There, God? It's Me&lt;br /&gt;Margaret."is very girly.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, Margaret and her friends are all &lt;br /&gt;liking the same boy and, I mean, all the members&lt;br /&gt;of the secret club have to were a bra.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;After school Mom and Dad took Cat and me&lt;br /&gt;to see "happily Never After."&lt;br /&gt;Through the movie I kept asking myself if Chloè&lt;br /&gt;would like it.&lt;br /&gt;the answer is,"I don't know, I don't know anything anymore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116853373035628695?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116853373035628695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116853373035628695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116853373035628695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116853373035628695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-morning-i-went-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-116611331594374832</id><published>2006-12-14T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:35:17.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usually I go to bed reading a book from school. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I decided to read a book that I used to read Chloé.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to read in Chloé room .&lt;br /&gt;Chloé loved this book.&lt;br /&gt;She used to say in her 2 tear old voice,"Read it again, read it again."&lt;br /&gt;I started to read the book Chloé liked I also grabbed " THE FOOT BOOK" and "THE HAPPY BOOK" and of course "the adventure."&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a great war between the Fairys and the Elfs, the Elfs were winning. &lt;br /&gt;Then one day the Prince of the Elfs, Forest, saw the Princess of the Fairys, Nessa, get struck down by one of his knights, she was knocked unconcius.&lt;br /&gt; He saved her life that day.&lt;br /&gt; He flew her up to her room and set her down on her bed called for a maid, then he left.&lt;br /&gt; When she woke she rememberd a him.&lt;br /&gt; She heard cheering, with a sinking feeling in her belly she ran down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;She asked about the Prince, Forest.&lt;br /&gt; "Why, he was killed in the battle." She screamed, she cried "Why, Why! This is not fair!" She shook the maid, &lt;br /&gt;then she fainted. When she woke she rememberd nothing and no one.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I swirled into a dream, a terrible dream, a dream about Chloé.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I found Cat sleeping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I woke her up and walked her in to her room.&lt;br /&gt;I went into my room and fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116611331594374832?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116611331594374832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116611331594374832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116611331594374832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116611331594374832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/12/usually-i-go-to-bed-reading-book-from.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-116447173590914196</id><published>2006-11-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T08:22:16.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked into gym class wearing a halter-top and a red mini,mini,mini skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because I was stubborn, stubborn as a mule.&lt;br /&gt;See, earlier this morning I was walking to Gretchen's house to say sorry but&lt;br /&gt;when I got there her omo said that Gretchen walked to school with a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry did you and Gretchen have a plan?"&lt;br /&gt;"I know if you did then she would not miss it for anything"Gretchen's mom said &lt;br /&gt;reassuringly.&lt;br /&gt;"I HOPE SO" I said staring to cry.&lt;br /&gt;So I waiked home and changed into my most independent outfit and went to&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116447173590914196?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116447173590914196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116447173590914196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116447173590914196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116447173590914196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-walked-into-gym-class-wearing-halter.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-116352104575098322</id><published>2006-11-14T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:17:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it is not Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;It might be Sheryi, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was a man because Sheryl said that Dad came to pick Chloé up.&lt;br /&gt;So that means that it had to be a man between 40 and 50 years old.&lt;br /&gt;'That narrows my suspects down to 3,000 man in my neighborhood",&lt;br /&gt;I thought on my way home from school.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find Mom,Dad and Cat sitting at the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in they stopped talking.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and said "Go on".&lt;br /&gt;"Ok" Cat said.&lt;br /&gt;"So who could take Chloé" my Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not know" my Dad answered.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to sit down and talk obout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116352104575098322?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116352104575098322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116352104575098322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116352104575098322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116352104575098322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-it-is-not-shannon.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-116301446359948556</id><published>2006-11-08T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:34:23.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suspects...... nope no suspects.&lt;br /&gt;That means that I can't think of one person that would take Chloé.&lt;br /&gt;Well my arch enemy would.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Shannon and she is really,really, mean.&lt;br /&gt;She and I have been arch enemies since 2nd grade when she took my Barbie doll and pulled is's head off.&lt;br /&gt;I told Gretchen and she thuoght that it was Shannon too, so we investigated.&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Shannon and said,"Chloé's missing".&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling the truth" I said getting MAD.&lt;br /&gt;"What am I supposed to do ?" Shannon said walking away.&lt;br /&gt;"Well that went well" said Gretchen in a taunting tone.&lt;br /&gt;"If your not going to help then go away" I said crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116301446359948556?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116301446359948556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116301446359948556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116301446359948556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116301446359948556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/11/suspects.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-116232517721737006</id><published>2006-10-31T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:06:17.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was home... the school thing did not work.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would walk in the front door, Mom would hand me Chloé, and she would go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I walked in the front door and Cat hugged me so tight that I could not breathe and, she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on!", I said, confused. &lt;br /&gt;"Chloé is missing! She had a play-date at Sheryl's.&lt;br /&gt; She said that Dad came to pick up Chloé, but that can not be right because I was with your Dad the whole time saying 'sorry'", my Mom explained.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared and crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I was certain that I would do all I could to find Chloé.&lt;br /&gt;When Chloé was born, I was so excited to have a baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I would take care of Chloé until I die and that's what I intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Chloé and I will, Me, I will find you.&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116232517721737006?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116232517721737006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116232517721737006' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116232517721737006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116232517721737006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-home.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058722.post-116136551103887574</id><published>2006-10-20T09:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:31:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday morning I woke  up to screaming in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;My mom said "I WANT A DIVORCE, Bob."!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ran down the stairs and saw my Dad walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;How could they? They love each other.&lt;br /&gt;Mom saw Cat and me standing there stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said,"I didn't mean what I said.I was mad because Dad did something with our money."&lt;br /&gt;Cat and I went up stairs and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke back up at 11:30 that night.&lt;br /&gt;I was HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to bed at 1:00AM.&lt;br /&gt;Mom was feeling bad. I know because she made chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe school will take my mind off the divorce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116136551103887574?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116136551103887574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116136551103887574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116136551103887574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116136551103887574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-morning-i-woke-up-t_116136551103887574.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-116102089621820367</id><published>2006-10-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:48:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaahhh. Home.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the front door and my mom hands me Chloé, kisses me on the forehead and closes the door. &lt;br /&gt;SILENCE. &lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;OH boy Chloé just figured out that Mom left for work. &lt;br /&gt;“OK, Chloé, stop screaming, please Chloé, please.”&lt;br /&gt;“NO, NO, MOMMY”, said Chloé kicking and screaming on the kitchen floor. I made a snack and it worked. She totally forgot Mom was even gone. Dad will be home at five and my mom works until ten. &lt;br /&gt;Cat won’t be home until seven. Me? I get home at four and watch Chloé until Dad gets home.&lt;br /&gt;Than Dad makes dinner when Cat gets home at around seven.&lt;br /&gt;We eat dinner then we watch TV, do homework and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             GOOD NIGHT…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-116102089621820367?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/116102089621820367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=116102089621820367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116102089621820367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/116102089621820367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-115998454767292076</id><published>2006-10-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:55:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, a kid's worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go it's off to gym class or to social studies or to math class.&lt;br /&gt;It's a labyrinth of hallways, lockers and bathrooms. &lt;br /&gt;"Good morning class," said Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith, she is like a mouse in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Including the beady eyes, brown hair and buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The classroom had to be spotless.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you wanted to annoy Mrs. Smith you'd wear dirty jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I sit next to Gretchen, my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;She is the most popular kid in class.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she chose me to be her best friend but I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-115998454767292076?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/115998454767292076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=115998454767292076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/115998454767292076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/115998454767292076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-kids-worst-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</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-35058722.post-115941006605228095</id><published>2006-09-27T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:01:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aaaaaa Light!!! It can't be morning yet can it ? " My mom came to wake me up."UHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;"NO,I won't. I won't wake up. OK,I will wake up but only because my mom is making pancakes."&lt;br /&gt; Mmmmmm......GOOD.That's what the package says. &lt;br /&gt;"Bed? Check. Teeth? Check. Clothes??? HMMMMM Yup Check."&lt;br /&gt; OH, Hi, I'm 13 and I have 2 sisers.&lt;br /&gt; One is 2 years old and the other one is 17.&lt;br /&gt; Let me tell you a little about my sisters. &lt;br /&gt; OK. My sister Cat is 17 as you already know.&lt;br /&gt; Well, she is like all teenagres, LAZY.&lt;br /&gt; Chloé is my darling baby sister until she opens her mouth.&lt;br /&gt; Let me explain, the first sentence out of her mouth was "YOU SMELL LIKE STINKY CHEESE."&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Well, bye, I have to go to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35058722-115941006605228095?l=emily-sudoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/feeds/115941006605228095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35058722&amp;postID=115941006605228095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/115941006605228095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35058722/posts/default/115941006605228095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-sudoku.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaaaaa-light-it-cant-be-morning-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288083951017834632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
