<?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-5053616745616186643</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:26:51.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-1324588306142335132</id><published>2009-05-01T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:25:26.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>This whole Swine Flu situation is really scary. The symptoms are just like the regular Flu and it could be easily caught if you don't wash your hands and avoid people who are coughing or sneezing a lot. So my advice is to wash your hands constantly and just stay clear of all the symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-1324588306142335132?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1324588306142335132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=1324588306142335132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/1324588306142335132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/1324588306142335132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-6709268876873397554</id><published>2009-04-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:11:24.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Influential Teacher</title><content type='html'>The teacher that I would have to say that has influenced me the most is Mrs. K. When I was in athletics and so down on myself she made me strong and taught me to never give up. I never had a coach that really told me that I was a good athlete or that I was improving but she did. She made me want to work hard and show everyone that I could be be an athlete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-6709268876873397554?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6709268876873397554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=6709268876873397554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/6709268876873397554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/6709268876873397554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-influential-teacher.html' title='Most Influential Teacher'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-4814214975694385115</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:05:40.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's a month until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Graduation and moving away&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But time is standing still.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look at the calendar and now it's April.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone is sad about that May date,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But I just can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'll be just the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;just as my family that went with unconquered dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;unconquered goals, and unconquered future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Staying behind to take care of the kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;take care of family matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Just let me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;For I want to start a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A dream not left unfinished,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a dream made and not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-4814214975694385115?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4814214975694385115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=4814214975694385115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4814214975694385115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4814214975694385115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/senior-quote.html' title='Senior Quote'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-8091051700792807218</id><published>2009-03-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:30:51.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Sbpf1gEKEmI/AAAAAAAAABU/60Qd-5xJkCg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Sbpf1gEKEmI/AAAAAAAAABU/60Qd-5xJkCg/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664083181998690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-8091051700792807218?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091051700792807218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=8091051700792807218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8091051700792807218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8091051700792807218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Sbpf1gEKEmI/AAAAAAAAABU/60Qd-5xJkCg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-8326347598858738248</id><published>2009-03-12T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:20:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Church and Community,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all believe I am a witch but I swear i'm not. I love God and when I die I want to be in heaven with him not hell. The Devil is working in your heads to make you believe I am a witch. Please just give me a chance to prove myself a good person, I have a family that needs me. I will not let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;      whitney mithlo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-8326347598858738248?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8326347598858738248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=8326347598858738248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8326347598858738248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8326347598858738248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-church-and-community-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-5723501465031480689</id><published>2009-02-27T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:42:07.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Ice Creamies Bubble Gum Whip"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Saf7q6QJhxI/AAAAAAAAABM/6ebgFWys7-k/s1600-h/gum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Saf7q6QJhxI/AAAAAAAAABM/6ebgFWys7-k/s400/gum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307487400489486098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-5723501465031480689?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5723501465031480689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=5723501465031480689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5723501465031480689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5723501465031480689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-creamies-bubble-gum-whip.html' title='&quot; Ice Creamies Bubble Gum Whip&quot;'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/Saf7q6QJhxI/AAAAAAAAABM/6ebgFWys7-k/s72-c/gum.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-7538062358584710966</id><published>2009-02-26T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:12:02.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I Love Spring Semester!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It gets warmer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Closer to graduation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shorts &amp;amp; Tanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Layout (tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tornadoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring Break :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't have to do TAKS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher's running out of lessons to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in Mrs. K's class...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-7538062358584710966?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7538062358584710966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=7538062358584710966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/7538062358584710966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/7538062358584710966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/reasons-i-love-spring-semester.html' title='Reasons I Love Spring Semester!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-8360647959881292142</id><published>2009-02-02T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:23:44.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Reasons for Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;good listener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carefree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hard worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helpful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;straight forward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to make me happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makes anyone feel comfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaches me many lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all around perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-8360647959881292142?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-5509553684415884756</id><published>2009-01-16T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:33:58.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid goes mad and stabs baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHANGHAI  —  A 20-month-old Shanghai girl was recovering Thursday after her family's maid, angry at her employers, put her on a chopping block and slashed her face with a kitchen knife, police said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;Police in the southern Shanghai district of Nanhui confirmed the attack, reported in the state-run newspaper Shanghai Daily. They refused further comment.&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;The baby's mother was also injured while trying to wrestle the knife away from the maid after she heard her daughter screaming late Tuesday night, the report said.&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;The newspaper carried a photo of the baby showing her with a long gash running across her chin from one jaw to the other. Doctors used 130 stitches to close her wounds, it said.&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;Police arrested Zhang Xuexia, 47, who was said to be angry because she believed the family was planning to fire her.&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;Many Shanghai families employ domestic helpers from the countryside, and relations can often be tense, especially around the time of the Lunar New Year, the country's biggest holiday.&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;The report said that Zhang, who like many maids in Shanghai was from nearby Anhui province, thought the family planned to send her back to her village because they bought her a ticket to go home for the holiday, which begins Jan. 25.&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;!-- QUIGO --&gt;        &lt;!-- QUIGO --&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The family said they gave her the ticket to let her go back to see her family.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-5509553684415884756?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5509553684415884756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=5509553684415884756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5509553684415884756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5509553684415884756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/maid-goes-mad-and-stabs-baby.html' title='Maid goes mad and stabs baby!!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-2930061972627883443</id><published>2009-01-15T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:29:31.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of Fancy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SW9FqaqCVfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/comiJuUT7JE/s1600-h/WestieBrodieSitFullGrown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SW9FqaqCVfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/comiJuUT7JE/s320/WestieBrodieSitFullGrown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291524682196080114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi my names Fancy I was born April 17 and was the only girl out of 5. My brothers picked on me all the time and would never let me play with them. Then one day this girl and her mother came and looked at us. She seemed really nice, she always wanted to hold me. Her name was Whitney. That day was the greatest day ever because she took me home with her, it was a little hard to leave my brothers but not really. It was a long drive home so I just played with whitney, I was really starting to fall in love with her. Finally, we made it home and went to this big store and she had to hide me in her purse because I wasn't supposed to be in there. She bought me all kinds of different things like food, a bed, clothes,and toys. I felt like I was having a dream but it was only better than chasing rabbits. Then we finally made it to her house and I met all of her family and it was pretty tiring because they would not put me down, but whitney saved me. I loved my new home except the cat Cowboy, he was rude and always tried clawing me. But eventually he treated me good and I live happily ever after with whitney and her family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-2930061972627883443?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2930061972627883443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=2930061972627883443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/2930061972627883443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/2930061972627883443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-eyes-of-fancy.html' title='Through the Eyes of Fancy!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SW9FqaqCVfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/comiJuUT7JE/s72-c/WestieBrodieSitFullGrown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-5962481238095086157</id><published>2008-12-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:28:16.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ075Jr--I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7dKN4tM7cdM/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ075Jr--I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7dKN4tM7cdM/s320/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910285534198754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ0z5Ws2oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Db5qLCh-Nwg/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ0z5Ws2oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Db5qLCh-Nwg/s320/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910148149828226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ0qjKScUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/68uIm1ruiIc/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ0qjKScUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/68uIm1ruiIc/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278909987573363010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room 101 would be little and filled with rats, snakes, and spiders. Eww just thinking about it freaks me out!!  I think that would be the scariest feeling ever to be locked up with those nasty things. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-5962481238095086157?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5962481238095086157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=5962481238095086157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5962481238095086157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5962481238095086157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/room-101.html' title='Room 101'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/SUJ075Jr--I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7dKN4tM7cdM/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-2088759334157566987</id><published>2008-12-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:49:34.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Christmas Ever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/ST58Iv2kN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Mev_KKe6wV4/s1600-h/Christmas_Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/ST58Iv2kN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Mev_KKe6wV4/s320/Christmas_Eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277792303050930082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Aldrige, England there lived a girl named Maggie Brannigan in the Apple Tree Orphanage. The orphanage was horrible, the owner of Apple Tree Orphanage was Walter Green. He was a mean old man who didn't care about any of the kids just as long as he was paid. Her parents left her in a basket on the front porch of the orphanage when she was a newborn. Now she is five and she wonders everyday when her parents are going to come get her. There are about 27 girls in her room and they are rude to her and make fun of her all the time. She lies in bed every night and just wonders what her parents look like or their personalities. Every thursday different couples came and looked at all the kids and no one ever chose her because she would hide because she just knew her parents would come and rescue her. But one day she realized their not going to come and she just gave up. Christmas was coming close and her big christmas wish was just to have parents who love her. She went on day by day just playing by herself and excited about Christmas. On the thursday before Christmas their was this couple who were as sweet as could be and they just walked over to her and talked to her. She fell in love instantly, the lady was beautiful just what she pictured her mother like. They asked her if she would like to come home with them and she just lit up like a lightbulb. Of course she said yes and she packed her bags and told everyone goodbye. When she walked into their home she just started crying because she never thought this day would come. They had her bedroom ready for her, it was decorated in pink and had so many babydolls. A lot better than the orphanage!!  The next day was Christmas and she was ecstatic, her new parents tucked her into bed and told her how much they loved her and were happy to have her. She jumped out of bed that morning and ran into the living room and there were her presents from Santa. That day was the best day of her life and the best Christmas ever!!!  THE END!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/wmithlo/Desktop/Christmas_Eve.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-2088759334157566987?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2088759334157566987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=2088759334157566987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/2088759334157566987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/2088759334157566987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-ever.html' title='The Best Christmas Ever!!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy7BDnn9MeI/ST58Iv2kN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Mev_KKe6wV4/s72-c/Christmas_Eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053616745616186643.post-9098490015548953862</id><published>2008-12-03T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:36:14.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has packed my parachute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt Erin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt Sharlie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa Dave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who has packed my parachute is my mom. If it wasn't for her I would've given up a long time ago. I love and look up to her so much. Every time I was down she would just help me to be strong, she never gave up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-9098490015548953862?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9098490015548953862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=9098490015548953862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/9098490015548953862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/9098490015548953862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-has-packed-my-parachute.html' title='Who has packed my parachute!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-588943671268276765</id><published>2008-12-03T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:28:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEN THINGS WE EAT ON THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green bean casserole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broccoli and cheese casserole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deviled eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macaroni and Cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Potato casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desserts :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS I DO DURING THANKSGIVING BREAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;See family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hangout with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babysit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hangout with my BABY!!!! :(|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-588943671268276765?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/588943671268276765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=588943671268276765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/588943671268276765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/588943671268276765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-things-we-eat-on-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-7395391316789274140</id><published>2008-11-11T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:27:01.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Here lately has been pretty tough for me just with school, friends, family, and just pretty much everything. The one thing I let get to me the most is not having my best friend anymore. She was the only person I could talk to about anything. I'm the type of girl who likes to be left alone and kind of to herself but with her I wasn't like that. We have been friends since 7th grade, until now. We still talk at school but don't even look at each other in public. I ask myself everyday " why do you even talk to her at school?" Just because she was your best friend and she let a boy get in between us! Deep down inside i'm so angry with her and I just want to yell at her and tell her how I feel but I can't just because I care about her so much. I guess it just feels good to talk to her for the little amount of time I get to at school. Also, this is our senior year and we don't even talk like we used to and when we graduate I will probably never see or talk to her again. But that's how I feel inside but I just try to ignore and go on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-7395391316789274140?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7395391316789274140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=7395391316789274140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/7395391316789274140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/7395391316789274140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-i-feel.html' title='How I feel!!!!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-4009121868954489583</id><published>2008-10-31T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:32:44.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I haven't really experienced getting to know Coach Rhodes because I don't run track or anything but I do see him at school. One thing I will remember about him though is every time it's someones B-day he'll be sure to sing to you.lol... another thing is he always teases me because I nearly hit him in my car and he won't stop teasing me. But Coach Rhodes is a amazing man and I will remember him forever and hopefully in the future my kids will know Coach Rhodes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-4009121868954489583?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4009121868954489583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=4009121868954489583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4009121868954489583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4009121868954489583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-i-havent-really-experienced.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-3923713911036142765</id><published>2008-10-31T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:28:56.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Banning the costumes at the High school was a good idea, the boy took it a little too far with the whole costume day. I could understand dressing up as a scary person but Hitler that's just freaky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;scary movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trick or treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;costumes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bobbing for apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just seeing everyone elses costumes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;haunted houses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scary stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blackout pep-a-rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-3923713911036142765?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3923713911036142765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=3923713911036142765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3923713911036142765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3923713911036142765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/banning-costumes-at-high-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-3824467601881486870</id><published>2008-10-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:25:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there lived three rabbits named thumper, bullseye, and snuggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a beautiful village called Rabbitville. Snuggles hated her two brothers thumper and bullseye because they were so mean to her. They would never let her play with them because she was a girl but she would try so hard to out do them at everything and she never could. Every Friday all the little rabbits would meet up at the Turtle Track and race. Mostly boys though because they would never let the girls race, they always said "Girls can't run!" Snuggles decided she was going to prove them wrong and try her best to run in a race. Everyday after school she would go to the track and practice running and her time was improving tremendously. It was getting really close to the race and she was getting nervous but she just told herself " I have to prove all those boys wrong". Here it was the day of the race they were all lining up at the starting spot snuggles looked down and noticed she was the only girl in this race. Then all the girls in the crowd starting yelling her name and cheering her on, she was getting so excited. "BOOM!" there went the gun she started running as fast as she could there were a couple of boys in front of her which were her brothers and that made her going even faster. She saw the finish line coming up and she just starting running with all she had left and she won!!!! She couldn't believe it, her dream had come true. Her brothers were a little disapointed but they congradulated her and they never teased her again from that day on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-3824467601881486870?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3824467601881486870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=3824467601881486870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3824467601881486870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3824467601881486870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-time-there-lived-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-3807491510690948549</id><published>2008-10-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:18:49.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B!RTH@Y!!</title><content type='html'>Speaking of birthdays my 18th birthday is next Friday. I'm so excited!! I have never really had a birthday party since I was like 7 but I'm so gonna have one for my 18th. It's weird to think I'm about to be 18, I remember how excited I was to turn 13 because I was a teen.lol... But I would love for my birthday to get a bunch of my senior classmates together and go camping. It would be like a senior trip. :)...so seniors yall get ready for some camping!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-3807491510690948549?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3807491510690948549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=3807491510690948549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3807491510690948549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/3807491510690948549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/brthy.html' title='B!RTH@Y!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-4771821202689644723</id><published>2008-09-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:24:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten things I love about Fridays are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last day of the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;football games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no stressing over homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep in the next day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay out late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dress in blue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;short class periods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pep-a-rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get to blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-4771821202689644723?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4771821202689644723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=4771821202689644723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4771821202689644723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/4771821202689644723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ten-things-i-love-about-fridays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-8679740565240886494</id><published>2008-09-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:38:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well when i'm about 30 I plan on being a sports therapist by then with 2-3 kids. I'm hoping to have 1 boy and 2 girls, their names will be Secret, Skye, and Saylor. I really don't know who my husband will be, but I know he will be a good man with a great personality. The type of personality I look for is sweet, honest, outgoing, funny, and just all around wonderful!!  I plan on living where ever would be a good place for my career but hopefully not a city because i'm so not a city girl. I want my husband and I to have our own ranch with a nice western home and lots of horses. For my family vacation I would really like to go camping in Colorado because it's so beautiful and I love the outdoors. Well I thinks thats it for my future and I hope it will turn out as good as this sounds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-8679740565240886494?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8679740565240886494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=8679740565240886494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8679740565240886494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8679740565240886494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-future.html' title='My Future'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-5875626618319228903</id><published>2008-09-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:45:55.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;WOW!! I can't believe my senior year is already here. :(... It doesn't seem that long ago when I was a lil freshman and scared to death of all the older kids and now I'm one of those older kids.lol..but this year I plan on making it great and just living it up with my friends. Especially my gurl cassandra!!! She has been my bestfriend since 8th grade and has stuck with me ever since. Shes the reason I have so many highschool memories from sneaking out, skipping class, and shoot I don't even know what else...just getting me in trouble..lol... So its gonna suck when we graduate cuz i'm never gonna get to see her or my other friends for awhile but thats the only reason why i'm sad about this year.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But to all my classmates that I like I love ya and I'm gonna miss ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) And I love Bre she is my Bestest Friend Too!!!(bre wrote that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-5875626618319228903?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5875626618319228903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=5875626618319228903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5875626618319228903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/5875626618319228903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/09/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year!!!!!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</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-5053616745616186643.post-8001256798987024031</id><published>2008-08-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:34:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StRe$$eD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What do I do?!  I'm so stressed.  All the teachers continue to pile, more and more, homework on us and it's only the first week of school.  I'm so scared that I'm gonna fail, especially with all the college classes that I'm in.  I was expecting to lay back for a week, but I guess the teachers assume we've had plenty of resting.  I've been looking forward to my Senior yr., but something is giving me the doubts about it.  What do I do?  I need help on my homework; I need help period.  Things just aren't going my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5053616745616186643-8001256798987024031?l=whitneymithlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8001256798987024031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5053616745616186643&amp;postID=8001256798987024031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8001256798987024031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5053616745616186643/posts/default/8001256798987024031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneymithlo.blogspot.com/2008/08/streed.html' title='StRe$$eD!'/><author><name>Whitney M. :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413145367009784610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
