<?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-4923621726323775257</id><updated>2011-12-27T14:44:59.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emmee Rae Show</title><subtitle type='html'>The views 
and opinions 
of a sensational 7 year old.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5446928184090800571</id><published>2011-12-23T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:48:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 3 Ep. 3 - My Favorite Holiday</title><content type='html'>My FAVORITE holiday of all time is CHRISTMAS.  I'm so excited.  I feel like I've waited forever for it to get here.  I can't wait to open the presents under the tree tomorrow.  It'll be Christmas Eve and in my house we get to open all the gifts we give each other on Christmas Eve.  Then all the presents from Santa come on Christmas Day.  Mommy says to thank Nana and Papa Riskedahl for that tradition because not everybody does it that way.  I think they should though!&lt;br /&gt;I sat on Santa's lap twice and told him what I wanted.  I'm pretty sure I'll get everything on my list.  I really want a walkie talkie, some glittery little pet shops, and (my favorite) perler beads!&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't know what they are, but I do, and they're fabulous!  I'm so excited, I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;Mom says to always remember "the reason for the season", but how can you when you're 7 years old!!  She also says it's about giving to others.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a few gifts to other people.&lt;br /&gt;And I certainly don't mind the "receiving" side either!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5446928184090800571?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5446928184090800571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/12/season-3-ep-3-my-favorite-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5446928184090800571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5446928184090800571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/12/season-3-ep-3-my-favorite-holiday.html' title='Season 3 Ep. 3 - My Favorite Holiday'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-2279548885409618414</id><published>2011-09-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:07:31.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 3 Ep. 2 - My 7 year old pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqlVGDZaH88/TmOzPEwS5iI/AAAAAAAABic/fSg4hTrM2J8/s1600/p10826ta104450_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqlVGDZaH88/TmOzPEwS5iI/AAAAAAAABic/fSg4hTrM2J8/s400/p10826ta104450_34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648555429208450594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31vjTel4bqk/TmOv9mT5NGI/AAAAAAAABiM/Im6AJb0-6L0/s1600/p10826ta104450_146_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31vjTel4bqk/TmOv9mT5NGI/AAAAAAAABiM/Im6AJb0-6L0/s400/p10826ta104450_146_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648551830443603042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVlBDKBrxMM/TmOv9Xd05-I/AAAAAAAABiE/r25x3c4aQhE/s1600/p10826ta104450_145_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVlBDKBrxMM/TmOv9Xd05-I/AAAAAAAABiE/r25x3c4aQhE/s400/p10826ta104450_145_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648551826458732514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8ffEJpYdsI/TmOv9CkgLGI/AAAAAAAABh8/yaY5O7-1I_8/s1600/p10826ta104450_139_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8ffEJpYdsI/TmOv9CkgLGI/AAAAAAAABh8/yaY5O7-1I_8/s400/p10826ta104450_139_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648551820849589346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKHhSPXNXk/TmOv93v8SYI/AAAAAAAABiU/58K0UBDk_E4/s1600/p10826ta104450_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKHhSPXNXk/TmOv93v8SYI/AAAAAAAABiU/58K0UBDk_E4/s400/p10826ta104450_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648551835124648322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-2279548885409618414?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2279548885409618414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/09/emmalynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2279548885409618414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2279548885409618414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/09/emmalynn.html' title='Season 3 Ep. 2 - My 7 year old pictures'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqlVGDZaH88/TmOzPEwS5iI/AAAAAAAABic/fSg4hTrM2J8/s72-c/p10826ta104450_34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-9102702002965784047</id><published>2011-08-18T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:48:49.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 3 Ep. 1 - First Day of Second Grade</title><content type='html'>Another year has come.&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing up before your very eyes!&lt;br /&gt;I'm an old pro at this school thing now.  I'm in second grade this year.&lt;br /&gt;My new teacher's name is Mrs. Roberts.  She's really nice.  She hasn't yelled at all yet.&lt;br /&gt;This was my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om-T0xmt5GM/Tk3MQS4exNI/AAAAAAAABfU/A2sF__BDAs0/s1600/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om-T0xmt5GM/Tk3MQS4exNI/AAAAAAAABfU/A2sF__BDAs0/s400/DSC01942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642390488483808466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassee is in Kindergarten now, so she rides the bus with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKDkXUba9DA/Tk3MQs2F7qI/AAAAAAAABfc/17rp_12INoc/s1600/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKDkXUba9DA/Tk3MQs2F7qI/AAAAAAAABfc/17rp_12INoc/s400/DSC01945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642390495453114018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course my mother made us wear matching clothes...again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are waiting at the bus stop together.  It's in front of the next door neighbor's house.  We don't have far to go.  Lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh1lI-6zfdo/Tk3MQ2aSZGI/AAAAAAAABfk/7xOtoKYXq8g/s1600/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh1lI-6zfdo/Tk3MQ2aSZGI/AAAAAAAABfk/7xOtoKYXq8g/s400/DSC01948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642390498020844642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, my crazy little brother has to come out too.  He was going to preschool the same day.  He was excited too and he wanted to ride our bus too!  He's so silly, he's still wearing his pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMIlWVjo2LU/Tk3MRI0tyDI/AAAAAAAABfs/3anSzO6atYc/s1600/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMIlWVjo2LU/Tk3MRI0tyDI/AAAAAAAABfs/3anSzO6atYc/s400/DSC01949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642390502963529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I guess pjs is better than what he did this morning.  He came running out on the lawn when the bus came in just his underwear! Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have a fun year.  I'm going to be really busy.  I'm taking piano lessons, soccer and two different dance classes.  My mom said I won't have any time for watching cartoons.  Darn it.  She just keeps saying, "I hope I survive!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-9102702002965784047?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/9102702002965784047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/08/season-3-ep-1-first-day-of-second-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/9102702002965784047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/9102702002965784047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/08/season-3-ep-1-first-day-of-second-grade.html' title='Season 3 Ep. 1 - First Day of Second Grade'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om-T0xmt5GM/Tk3MQS4exNI/AAAAAAAABfU/A2sF__BDAs0/s72-c/DSC01942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6949058037718284668</id><published>2011-06-30T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:34:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 10 - My Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>So summertime has come and my crazy mother decided to spend half, and I mean literally half, the summer travelling all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;So far I've ridden in the car for over 36 hours and I still have about 20 to go.&lt;br /&gt;We left home on the 7th of June and drove through Colorado and into Nebraska where we stayed 2 nights at my Aunt Jill's house. Then we drove through Nebraska, South Dakota and into North Dakota to where my Nana and Papa Riskedahl live. We went to this centennial celebration for the town my mom grew up in. It was...different, yet fun. I also got to ride on Uncle Duane's four wheeler a bunch of times. It was awesome. We stayed a couple weeks in ND, then drove back to Nebraska. We've been at Aunt Jill's house for 4 days now.&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun playing with my cousins. We've caught fireflies and slept in the tent in the backyard. I did, however, get a terrible sunburn today. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see the fireworks that will happen in a couple of days. I love fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;After the Fourth of July stuff we're heading to Utah to my Grandmama and Grandpapa Jones' house. We'll go to the airport and get my dad! I've missed him so much, I can't wait to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to get home on July 18th, but we'll see if my crazy mother actually does that. I think she just wants to drive all summer long and waste all my time. Before I know it school will start again and I won't have had any fun.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have pictures next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6949058037718284668?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6949058037718284668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/06/season-2-episode-6-my-summer-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6949058037718284668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6949058037718284668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/06/season-2-episode-6-my-summer-vacation.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 10 - My Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-552052903126224329</id><published>2011-05-29T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:17:05.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 9 - My First Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>I've officially completed my first year of piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I hate practising and tell my mom I want to quit.  She hasn't let me yet. &lt;br /&gt;She says I'm too good and that someday I'll be better than her. &lt;br /&gt;Seems a long way off to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at my first recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4t7gjca2Ow/TeMYfe3hmdI/AAAAAAAABY4/l5F6QMWnUhQ/s1600/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4t7gjca2Ow/TeMYfe3hmdI/AAAAAAAABY4/l5F6QMWnUhQ/s400/DSC01377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612356489774733778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me playing one of my two songs.&lt;br /&gt;I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pop! Goes the Weasel&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;Then I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persian Market&lt;/span&gt;.  I even helped "arrange" that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeXlGXrTvBw/TeMYe84785I/AAAAAAAABYw/RBYsFogwZSs/s1600/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeXlGXrTvBw/TeMYe84785I/AAAAAAAABYw/RBYsFogwZSs/s400/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612356480653849490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my mom and me.&lt;br /&gt;She's not really my teacher.  She trades with another lady. &lt;br /&gt;But my mom was the one in charge at the recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjfPAf-XYgw/TeMYeVXL6DI/AAAAAAAABYo/1RV6kmGyiTA/s1600/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjfPAf-XYgw/TeMYeVXL6DI/AAAAAAAABYo/1RV6kmGyiTA/s400/DSC01380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612356470043306034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty fun.  Maybe I'll give piano lessons another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-552052903126224329?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/552052903126224329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/05/season-2-ep-9-my-first-piano-recital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/552052903126224329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/552052903126224329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/05/season-2-ep-9-my-first-piano-recital.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 9 - My First Piano Recital'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4t7gjca2Ow/TeMYfe3hmdI/AAAAAAAABY4/l5F6QMWnUhQ/s72-c/DSC01377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5717719283100388547</id><published>2011-04-23T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T07:25:05.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 8 - Bad News</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, really bad news.  My mom is NOT very happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY GLASSES!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take them off 'cause they hurt my ears a little .  I mean, I don't need them to see all the time, but Mom got mad at me everytime I took them off my face.  Mostly cause I just set them anywhere I was at the time. &lt;br /&gt;The day after I got them I set them on a shelf in the garage and mom happened to find them that night when she came home from somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;Then one day, I took them off when I was on the hammock in the back yard.  They fell in the grass and I forgot about them.  Mom found them the next morning.  I just forgot...no big deal...right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Adam and Cassee kind 'o like to wear them too and play with them.  The night I lost them...I totally blame them.  We looked all over for days and just can't find them anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;It's been well over a week now.  I really hate not having them at school 'cause I really do need them!  I keep telling Mom she just needs to get me a new pair.  No big deal...right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll try contacts next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5717719283100388547?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5717719283100388547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/04/season-2-ep-8-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5717719283100388547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5717719283100388547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/04/season-2-ep-8-bad-news.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 8 - Bad News'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5569660081119989999</id><published>2011-04-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:30:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep.7 - The New Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8U2ZjXEag0/TZoofG-HlvI/AAAAAAAABVw/ryEOq3vg6iI/s1600/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two new changes are going on here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8U2ZjXEag0/TZoofG-HlvI/AAAAAAAABVw/ryEOq3vg6iI/s1600/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8U2ZjXEag0/TZoofG-HlvI/AAAAAAAABVw/ryEOq3vg6iI/s400/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591826402246104818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got GLASSES!!!  They're kind of fun to have, but sometimes they get in the way.  My mom's been getting kind of mad at me because I take them off sometimes and forget where I put them.  One time I left them on a shelf in the garage, another time I forgot them outside and found them under the hammock.  Ooops.  Mom got pretty mad at that one.  They just get in my way sometimes and I forget to put them back on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M4wdAPXjCE/TZooe-9vdAI/AAAAAAAABVo/6OKJ9WCJuf8/s1600/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M4wdAPXjCE/TZooe-9vdAI/AAAAAAAABVo/6OKJ9WCJuf8/s400/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591826400097039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Second, my front teeth are starting to come in.  Plus, I lost another one on the bottom, but you can't really see that.&lt;br /&gt;And...it's my birthday coming soon.  I'm almost 7 years old!  I can't wait.  (And then it's going to be Easter, and I LOVE Easter!  I love CANDY too!  They go together so well!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5569660081119989999?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5569660081119989999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/04/season-2-ep7-new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5569660081119989999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5569660081119989999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/04/season-2-ep7-new-me.html' title='Season 2 Ep.7 - The New Me!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8U2ZjXEag0/TZoofG-HlvI/AAAAAAAABVw/ryEOq3vg6iI/s72-c/DSC01125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3956072210792455561</id><published>2011-03-04T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:00:20.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 6 - Piano Lessons</title><content type='html'>I am taking piano lessons this year.  You may wonder if my mother is my teacher, but she is not.  She said she doesn't have enough patience to teach her own kids. (And I believe her!)&lt;br /&gt;Most days I like to play.  But some days ... I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;At least once a week (sometimes two) I rant and rave that I hate practising and that I want to quit.  So far she hasn't let me.  I'm kinda guessing she never will.  She says how good I am already and that I'll be better than her someday.  Yeah right, she can play everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E72XJ5YiI94/TXFCsGiIBrI/AAAAAAAABSI/wdAOGiz12iY/s1600/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E72XJ5YiI94/TXFCsGiIBrI/AAAAAAAABSI/wdAOGiz12iY/s400/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580314738724177586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQJRInZtlbw/TXFCrzdgVuI/AAAAAAAABSA/LnKcbSCoPk4/s1600/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQJRInZtlbw/TXFCrzdgVuI/AAAAAAAABSA/LnKcbSCoPk4/s400/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580314733604525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She tells me that one day I'll thank her.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3956072210792455561?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3956072210792455561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-2-ep-6-piano-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3956072210792455561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3956072210792455561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-2-ep-6-piano-lessons.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 6 - Piano Lessons'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E72XJ5YiI94/TXFCsGiIBrI/AAAAAAAABSI/wdAOGiz12iY/s72-c/DSC00953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-900029838959518146</id><published>2011-03-04T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:46:02.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 5 - My Two Front Teeth (less)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIsInx4prWY/TXFAGwHCSrI/AAAAAAAABR4/Xc2VGU7NKSY/s1600/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIsInx4prWY/TXFAGwHCSrI/AAAAAAAABR4/Xc2VGU7NKSY/s400/DSC00929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580311898026560178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from all my fun pictures here, I am still missing my two from teeth.  Yes, yes I know it's been a long time.  I believe I was missing the same two front teeth in my Halloween pictures.  There's not even little nubbs coming in or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling my mother that she should take me to the dentist.  I'm not sure what the dentist will do, but he's my only hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;Mom insists that I just need to be patient, but that is just so hard when you're six.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to bite into an apple in ... just forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86G2lP4EGDc/TXFAGS67n3I/AAAAAAAABRo/vKqqnUbuwNM/s1600/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86G2lP4EGDc/TXFAGS67n3I/AAAAAAAABRo/vKqqnUbuwNM/s400/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580311890191163250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZxJbijon2U/TXFAF_RM4WI/AAAAAAAABRg/u1j83kS266g/s1600/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZxJbijon2U/TXFAF_RM4WI/AAAAAAAABRg/u1j83kS266g/s400/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580311884915859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKtvpJCm5ys/TXFAGl3yncI/AAAAAAAABRw/nQcXBoMftZM/s1600/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKtvpJCm5ys/TXFAGl3yncI/AAAAAAAABRw/nQcXBoMftZM/s400/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580311895278263746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Wf9ZpnJjg/TXFAFl3jtDI/AAAAAAAABRY/pZ_xqk2Sp7E/s1600/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Wf9ZpnJjg/TXFAFl3jtDI/AAAAAAAABRY/pZ_xqk2Sp7E/s400/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580311878097417266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, I guess I should be glad I have two less teeth to brush every day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-900029838959518146?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/900029838959518146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-2-ep-5-my-two-front-teeth-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/900029838959518146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/900029838959518146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-2-ep-5-my-two-front-teeth-less.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 5 - My Two Front Teeth (less)'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIsInx4prWY/TXFAGwHCSrI/AAAAAAAABR4/Xc2VGU7NKSY/s72-c/DSC00929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6423929548923038150</id><published>2010-11-13T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:29:10.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep. 4 - My Embarrassing Mother</title><content type='html'>My mother is CRAZY, and so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;The other day she made some muffins with apricots in them.  She thought she was so fancy and had to show off by sharing them with everyone she knows.  She put two muffins in a little baggy and said I needed to take them to Mrs. Bellah, my first grade teacher.  Then she put two more in a bag and said I had to give them to my bus driver, Miss Elizabeth.  (My mom is always giving them presents.  I wish I got more presents!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next morning I got out to my bus stop WITHOUT the muffins.  She totally forgot to give them to me.  And I'm only a 6 year old kid, I don't remember about stuff like that!&lt;br /&gt;So, I get on the bus and the bus pulls ahead a bit and stops.  Next thing I know my mom  is calling my name and trying to find me on the bus.  What the heck??&lt;br /&gt;She's in her bathrobe and slippers, her hair is a "morning" hair do, and she has her glasses on!  She always wears contacts, so she looks kind of funny when she wears her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;She gets to my seat and puts the muffins in my backpack and tells me to give them to Mrs. Bellah when I get to school.  She'd already given the bus driver her muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy.  I was so embarrassed.  Everyone looked at me and said stuff like, "Your mom just got on the bus!", and "Your mom wears glasses??", and "What did she put in your backpack?!"&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't believe she did that!&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, yes I can believe it because she does embarrassing stuff like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 6.  I think I'll end up dying before I turn 10 with her as my mother!&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6423929548923038150?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6423929548923038150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-2-epi-4-my-embarrassing-mother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6423929548923038150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6423929548923038150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-2-epi-4-my-embarrassing-mother.html' title='Season 2 Ep. 4 - My Embarrassing Mother'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6827419310153862911</id><published>2010-11-08T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:52:28.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2- Ep. 3 - The Wicked Witch of the Northwest</title><content type='html'>Here I am, Emmalynn Jones, the most beautiful (because I have make-up on) wicked witch of the Northwest (of New Mexico).  I love my awesome costume, especially my broom (which I forgot to hold for this picture).  In fact it's so awesome, I wore it last Halloween too.  Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs3begcVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5NPpLjdryLY/s1600/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs3begcVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5NPpLjdryLY/s400/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537295441376342354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEE HEE HEE, I'm so scary!  Look closely, I'm even missing teeth like real witches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs38D24LI/AAAAAAAABMY/zaO2Ud8Q_mw/s1600/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs38D24LI/AAAAAAAABMY/zaO2Ud8Q_mw/s400/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537295450122936498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my meager stash of candy.  Since Halloween was on Sunday, my boring parents didn't let me go Trick-or-Treating on Halloween.  I only got to go to the church's Trunk-or-Treat party the day before.  It was actually pretty fun though.  I actually won some cookies at the cookie-walk.  More than I can say for my school's carnival/Halloween party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs4tBGNMI/AAAAAAAABMg/v1XJJ9qelAI/s1600/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs4tBGNMI/AAAAAAAABMg/v1XJJ9qelAI/s400/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537295463264695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, here's my snazzy broom at the church's party in the park.  And my little victims, I mean siblings.  Heeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6827419310153862911?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6827419310153862911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-2-ep-3-wicked-witch-of-northwest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6827419310153862911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6827419310153862911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-2-ep-3-wicked-witch-of-northwest.html' title='Season 2- Ep. 3 - The Wicked Witch of the Northwest'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TNhs3begcVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5NPpLjdryLY/s72-c/DSC00496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-2630590371704480541</id><published>2010-10-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:33:15.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 Ep.2 - Learning to Ride a Bike #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TLNXSmDX1MI/AAAAAAAABLI/wcLH6Z-hsNg/s1600/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TLNXSmDX1MI/AAAAAAAABLI/wcLH6Z-hsNg/s400/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526857144677684418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TLNXR5moQ0I/AAAAAAAABLA/25ZeToJiQyQ/s1600/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TLNXR5moQ0I/AAAAAAAABLA/25ZeToJiQyQ/s400/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526857132745966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a bigger bike, but I thought it would be safer to learn on the little one.  It's no fun to fall and I've decided the bigger the bike the bigger the fall.  I got the hang of it in less than an hour!  I'm so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-2630590371704480541?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2630590371704480541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/10/season-2-ep2-learning-to-ride-bike-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2630590371704480541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2630590371704480541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/10/season-2-ep2-learning-to-ride-bike-2.html' title='Season 2 Ep.2 - Learning to Ride a Bike #2'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TLNXSmDX1MI/AAAAAAAABLI/wcLH6Z-hsNg/s72-c/DSC00379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6358649607206135141</id><published>2010-10-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:33:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2 - Ep. 1 - Learning to Ride a Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ff52e5ac285bd21e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff52e5ac285bd21e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D6CBA385A92359E70DAF79B4838593D8100A1E6.45E4E4D30BCB4665ED942CC3D8861D91B9449831%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff52e5ac285bd21e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKosWrvG9iyYHWsYVDUHMqdPvJAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff52e5ac285bd21e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D6CBA385A92359E70DAF79B4838593D8100A1E6.45E4E4D30BCB4665ED942CC3D8861D91B9449831%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff52e5ac285bd21e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKosWrvG9iyYHWsYVDUHMqdPvJAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad finally taught me how to ride a bike - withOUT training wheels!  I picked it up VERY fast.  Mom went to the store, and 1 hour later when she got home I could ride a bike!  I'm so awesome.  (I just haven't really learned how to stop!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6358649607206135141?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6358649607206135141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/10/emmalynn-learning-to-ride-bike-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6358649607206135141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6358649607206135141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/10/emmalynn-learning-to-ride-bike-1.html' title='Season 2 - Ep. 1 - Learning to Ride a Bike'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-1201624284802996950</id><published>2010-06-20T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:49:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 35 - I'm a Big Sister...Again</title><content type='html'>This is my new baby brother, Andrew.  He's so little and cute.  I just want to hold him ALL THE TIME!  My mom doesn't always like to let me hold him though.  Sometimes I scare her when I move him around.  I just love to hold him!  I know what I'm doing!  Sheesh, Mom, I'm already six years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7QznX1HJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/1qBU-vrcmQM/s1600/DSCF9272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7QznX1HJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/1qBU-vrcmQM/s400/DSCF9272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485050981344681106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of fun things with Grandmama when she came the first week he was born.  We went on picnics, to parks, and swimming.  It was the funnest week ever. &lt;br /&gt;My mom said that the rest of the summer is going to be boring because she doesn't want to go anywhere with 4 little kids by herself.  I think this is going to be the longest, boringest summer ever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7Q0R-qZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/kCKT_wd6jKY/s1600/DSCF9333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7Q0R-qZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/kCKT_wd6jKY/s400/DSCF9333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485050992781846418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just going to have to find my own fun I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7Q0y9cxMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eENsK3tLXaM/s1600/DSCF9334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7Q0y9cxMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eENsK3tLXaM/s400/DSCF9334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485051001635128514" 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/4923621726323775257-1201624284802996950?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1201624284802996950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/episode-35-im-big-sisteragain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1201624284802996950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1201624284802996950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/episode-35-im-big-sisteragain.html' title='Episode 35 - I&apos;m a Big Sister...Again'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/TB7QznX1HJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/1qBU-vrcmQM/s72-c/DSCF9272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-7217755820434001024</id><published>2010-05-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:35:10.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 34 - All About Emmee at K-Grad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45697602f0bb5862" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45697602f0bb5862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17CFFD1A2218371D99BF056E2A382F390A9BD08.AB18953B23E0D8EB3BD4B66C92AAE8EBCD12685%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45697602f0bb5862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxGPYiCx5Kw9q9tMZAq6CfaIdPB0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45697602f0bb5862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17CFFD1A2218371D99BF056E2A382F390A9BD08.AB18953B23E0D8EB3BD4B66C92AAE8EBCD12685%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45697602f0bb5862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxGPYiCx5Kw9q9tMZAq6CfaIdPB0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each kid got their diploma one by one.  Here was my moment in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was said.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kaye:  Emmalynn Jones.  Her favorite color is green.  Her favorite thing about school is Mrs. Riley and Mrs. Kaye.  And when she grows up she wants to be a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-7217755820434001024?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7217755820434001024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-34-all-about-emmmee-at-k-grad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7217755820434001024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7217755820434001024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-34-all-about-emmmee-at-k-grad.html' title='Episode 34 - All About Emmee at K-Grad.'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5503887468947591449</id><published>2010-05-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:31:37.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 33 - Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>For while it seemed endless, but graduation day finally came.  I have successfully finished my first year of public school.&lt;br /&gt;Here's me sitting in my chair at the graduation.  There were almost 100 kids in my graduation class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2bIUiL7LI/AAAAAAAAA10/oRMUMa0RiHE/s1600/DSCF9107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2bIUiL7LI/AAAAAAAAA10/oRMUMa0RiHE/s320/DSCF9107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475703289205746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am walking out with my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a28k3V2I/AAAAAAAAA1s/tR3A7NxevhU/s1600/DSCF9109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a28k3V2I/AAAAAAAAA1s/tR3A7NxevhU/s320/DSCF9109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702990716753762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my teacher Mrs. Riley.  I loved it when she gave us snacks, and when she sharpened my pencils when I needed her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a2acUOQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/rDb3qUeXLP8/s1600/DSCF9110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a2acUOQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/rDb3qUeXLP8/s320/DSCF9110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702981554092290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my teacher's aid, Mrs. Kaye.  I like her because she's really nice to give us treats too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a1fdRGxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Hj79zEx1te8/s1600/DSCF9111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a1fdRGxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Hj79zEx1te8/s320/DSCF9111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702965720390418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my friends, Elisabeth and Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZrLgfXWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/92PXR9JLgEw/s1600/DSCF9120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZrLgfXWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/92PXR9JLgEw/s320/DSCF9120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701689054879074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more, me, Shaneiska, Filicity, Shakeiska, and Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZrowXOiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/2hPwscR_VxM/s1600/DSCF9119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZrowXOiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/2hPwscR_VxM/s320/DSCF9119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701696906082850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the table I sat at to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZsYsH7hI/AAAAAAAAA08/q51QLjnH4gs/s1600/DSCF9117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZsYsH7hI/AAAAAAAAA08/q51QLjnH4gs/s320/DSCF9117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701709773205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my family.  (some people just don't know how to work my mom's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a18dLUOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AQsb3agqUP8/s1600/DSCF9113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a18dLUOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AQsb3agqUP8/s320/DSCF9113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702973504639202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my awesome dad, who left work just to come!  Of course he had to leave right away and go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZtJJJZ1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/cN992fLTYdA/s1600/DSCF9115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2ZtJJJZ1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/cN992fLTYdA/s320/DSCF9115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701722779838290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my awesome mom.  She was the room mom this year and brought in lots of stuff all the time.  I think Mrs. Riley is going to miss her the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a00YEl0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/5j3Vm0oapLA/s1600/DSCF9114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2a00YEl0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/5j3Vm0oapLA/s320/DSCF9114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702954155874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, here's my little sister, Cassidee, who wants to be just like me when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2Zr184qOI/AAAAAAAAA00/Mu_8BkknvXA/s1600/DSCF9118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2Zr184qOI/AAAAAAAAA00/Mu_8BkknvXA/s320/DSCF9118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701700448266466" 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/4923621726323775257-5503887468947591449?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5503887468947591449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-33-kindergarten-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5503887468947591449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5503887468947591449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-33-kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Episode 33 - Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S_2bIUiL7LI/AAAAAAAAA10/oRMUMa0RiHE/s72-c/DSCF9107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5489176007995322395</id><published>2010-05-18T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:31:52.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 32 - Field Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun day at school.  We had field day.  We rotated through a bunch of games and activities with the other Kindergarten, 1st and 2nd grade classes. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite game was the popcorn game.  We all took a part of a giant parachute thing and bounced balls around it.&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite game was a tug of war with a really big rope.&lt;br /&gt;My mom couldn't come and take pictures cause Cassee's preschool grad. was today as well.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that when she was a little girl they called it "play day".  Instead of fun games and water fun, they actually did races and contests.  My mom said she was awesome at that and got ribbons in almost everything.  Lucky her. &lt;br /&gt;I had fun anyway without ribbons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5489176007995322395?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5489176007995322395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-32-field-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5489176007995322395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5489176007995322395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-32-field-day.html' title='Episode 32 - Field Day'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-7079829337902331477</id><published>2010-05-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:12:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 31 - The "Shindig" Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>This week I had my first ... and second...field trip of my year in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to see the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oceans&lt;/span&gt;.  It was in a movie theatre and I got popcorn and pop!  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday we went to this thing called the Shindig.  I really didn't know what that meant.  My mom went on both fieldtrips, but she only rode the bus on Friday.  It was fun, I got to sit by her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this Shindig turned out to be this choir performance by one of the high schools here (even though we actually went to the college to see it).  This choir was the state champion of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;The theme was all about super heros.  They did songs about a whole bunch of them.  Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Mighty Mouse (I have no idea who that is anyway), Underdog, Mario and Luigi, and some others I can't remember.  It was pretty fun to watch.  They did a lot of dancing around instead of just standing there like other choirs.&lt;br /&gt;When we went outside Ms. Underpants was standing there, so my mom took a picture of her with me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx58pG5dI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Cx9PxIFQe88/s1600/DSCF9008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx58pG5dI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Cx9PxIFQe88/s320/DSCF9008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439656810145234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really see because I am standing in front of her, but she has boy underwear on OVER her pants.  It looked really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my class on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx5QcVzTI/AAAAAAAAAv8/hBTQBmSFMn4/s1600/DSCF9009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx5QcVzTI/AAAAAAAAAv8/hBTQBmSFMn4/s320/DSCF9009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439644945435954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My teacher, Mrs. Riley, is on the bottom on the left of that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home something crazy happened.  A kid on the sidewalk threw a ROCK and it hit our window and broke it.  It broke next to Mrs. Riley.  My mom even got hit by a piece of the glass.  Here's what the window looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx4xkvm1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/tsNIeZDjrjY/s1600/DSCF9010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx4xkvm1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/tsNIeZDjrjY/s320/DSCF9010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439636659182418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looked kind of cool.  The whole window was broken into a hundred million little pieces, even though only that little hole was the only part that actually fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the window looked like from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx4qQCL2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/VVRVnyAtxJA/s1600/DSCF9011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx4qQCL2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/VVRVnyAtxJA/s320/DSCF9011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439634693271394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two field trips two days in a row!  What an awesome week for me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-7079829337902331477?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7079829337902331477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-31-shindig-fieldtrip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7079829337902331477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7079829337902331477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-31-shindig-fieldtrip.html' title='Episode 31 - The &quot;Shindig&quot; Fieldtrip'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9yx58pG5dI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Cx9PxIFQe88/s72-c/DSCF9008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5764822370600865913</id><published>2010-04-23T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:30:16.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 30 1/2 - The Birthday Song Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd3c192bd92d19a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd3c192bd92d19a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A601EC7368E73CF10C60B276C194B3A9837AD71.34DA74934D1002AAEDE517C12E4B722F30A4EC5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd3c192bd92d19a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqwCUN4U2DTi53OVRQMj9DudPqv0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd3c192bd92d19a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A601EC7368E73CF10C60B276C194B3A9837AD71.34DA74934D1002AAEDE517C12E4B722F30A4EC5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd3c192bd92d19a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqwCUN4U2DTi53OVRQMj9DudPqv0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5764822370600865913?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5764822370600865913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-30-12-birthday-song-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5764822370600865913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5764822370600865913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-30-12-birthday-song-video.html' title='Episode 30 1/2 - The Birthday Song Video'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6884340947161712622</id><published>2010-04-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:40:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 30 - My 6th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>My mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her A PARTY with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well...I didn't get what I wanted.  In fact the day was a bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I had to go to school!  I did take treats to share with my class and one other girl, Selena, had her birthday the same day too.  When I got home, Mom was busy giving piano lessons so the two kids next door came and played a little.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn't get home until almost 7 o'clock, but he did bring me an awesome surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;FLOWERS and BALLOONS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3E6xPNgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TpPrDCjwCKg/s1600/DSCF8978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3E6xPNgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TpPrDCjwCKg/s320/DSCF8978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349118100256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate the pizza he also brought we did the birthday "party" at home with just my family.&lt;br /&gt;This was my cake.  It wasn't really a cake.  I don't think mom understood me that morning.  But...oh well...it was really good anyway.  I WANTED lemon bread, I just didn't think it would still LOOK like lemon bread.  It was fun to put the candles on though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4aPYtEqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/y-TTsR3UycU/s1600/DSCF8960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4aPYtEqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/y-TTsR3UycU/s320/DSCF8960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463350583923380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me with the candles all lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4YxGlWgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YikLlQblaV8/s1600/DSCF8957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4YxGlWgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YikLlQblaV8/s320/DSCF8957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463350558614444546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me blowing out my candles! (They are such weird looking pictures.  Why does everyone take a "blowing-out-the-candles picture anyway??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4ZvkSO_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/hTULS9f49hg/s1600/DSCF8958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4ZvkSO_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/hTULS9f49hg/s320/DSCF8958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463350575382019058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some cards in the mail!  One from my Great Aunt Karen and Uncle Dennis.  They live in Fargo, ND.  And one from Nana and Papa!  (I also got one the next day from Grandmama and Grandpapa Jones too.)  And the best part of them...THEY ALL HAD MONEY IN THEM!!!!!  THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G33QOoYZI/AAAAAAAAArs/A0cKJNvxJYc/s1600/DSCF8961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G33QOoYZI/AAAAAAAAArs/A0cKJNvxJYc/s320/DSCF8961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349982854144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana's card made me laugh!  She said something about me being a LITTLE LADY!  Hehe, I thought that was so funny for some reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4YvJSpZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8LjBU47p9mg/s1600/DSCF8963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G4YvJSpZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8LjBU47p9mg/s320/DSCF8963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463350558088930706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...as with any kid I'm sure, the best part of a birthday is definitely OPENING PRESENTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G310Vy_yI/AAAAAAAAArU/W6tXepjXy9s/s1600/DSCF8969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G310Vy_yI/AAAAAAAAArU/W6tXepjXy9s/s320/DSCF8969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349958188138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of Littlest Pet Shop stuff from the Christenson's.  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G31YU53OI/AAAAAAAAArM/FpSp3kj7GF0/s1600/DSCF8971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G31YU53OI/AAAAAAAAArM/FpSp3kj7GF0/s320/DSCF8971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349950668201186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's little pets in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a turtle I didn't have yet from the Swenson's.  I also got an AWESOME pillowcase with Littlest Pet Shop material that Aunt Jill made.  (But my mom didn't have a picture of that.) I LOVE IT!  I sleep on it every night!!!  THANK YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G321La2RI/AAAAAAAAArk/0bKj2PZHphk/s1600/DSCF8965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G321La2RI/AAAAAAAAArk/0bKj2PZHphk/s320/DSCF8965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349975592917266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my family I got a little pet shop game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G32S-N3NI/AAAAAAAAArc/MlpwK6QNIXk/s1600/DSCF8967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G32S-N3NI/AAAAAAAAArc/MlpwK6QNIXk/s320/DSCF8967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349966410734802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HMM.  Lots of little pet shop stuff I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Cooks I got some AWESOME markers and coloring books.  Not just regular ones...these are EXTRA fun ones!! THANK YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3G2_YzqI/AAAAAAAAArE/FgYPmrP6Xk8/s1600/DSCF8973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3G2_YzqI/AAAAAAAAArE/FgYPmrP6Xk8/s320/DSCF8973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349151445601954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hopped in and played with those first actually.  Even before I had some of my "cake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3F1ulN2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Aewwkk5_zc0/s1600/DSCF8976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3F1ulN2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Aewwkk5_zc0/s320/DSCF8976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349133926807394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassee didn't waste any time either.  She started playing with my new little pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3FR2IYsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xfYhckdwJMw/s1600/DSCF8977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3FR2IYsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xfYhckdwJMw/s320/DSCF8977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349124294795970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that's okay...I love her and always share with her anyway!  (At least mom makes me even if I don't want to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3GcVxVSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/nyuMeBY04jo/s1600/DSCF8974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3GcVxVSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/nyuMeBY04jo/s320/DSCF8974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349144291726626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her birthday is in a couple weeks.  I think I'll get to play with her new presents too!!!!!  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6884340947161712622?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6884340947161712622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-30-my-6th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6884340947161712622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6884340947161712622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-30-my-6th-birthday.html' title='Episode 30 - My 6th Birthday!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S9G3E6xPNgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TpPrDCjwCKg/s72-c/DSCF8978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-706380212597449134</id><published>2010-04-08T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:58:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 29 - Easter!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Of course I learned all about Jesus at Eastertime.  My mom made sure I knew why we celebrated Easter.  Jesus died and then was resurrected three days later.  We had a family home evening about it and I learned about it at church.  Still...I think the Easter Bunny was the funnest part!  I just can't help myself.  What 5 year old could??  It's kind of like Christmas, again!  I'm pretty sure the Easter Bunny knows Santa.  Could they share the same list? &lt;br /&gt;I do know that my Aunt Dorothy knows the Easter Bunny because one time she said that she helped him hide eggs in her backyard.  I told my mom she should tell Dorothy what I wanted in my basket and Dorothy could call the Easter Bunny.  I don't think my mom did though.  I really didn't get any of my requests (pom poms and a cheerleading uniform) in my basket.  Oh well, it was still fun to get something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Easter dress my mom found.  Of course, Cassee got the same one.  I really don't like matching Cassee all the time...well none of the time really.  Mom usually makes me.  I hate that, but what can I say, mom is still the boss...for now.  Here's my cute funny pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TmYot7rI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dU4B7Z4AU5g/s1600/DSCF8898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TmYot7rI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dU4B7Z4AU5g/s320/DSCF8898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821348588809906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I don't really like matching her, I still do love her... most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TnCizHYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/t67ZWQ3ZnME/s1600/DSCF8901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TnCizHYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/t67ZWQ3ZnME/s320/DSCF8901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821359838272898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dyed eggs.  I love dyeing eggs!!!  I begged my mom for DAYS to do this!!!  I could do it everyday if she'd let me.  BUT... I really don't like eating them.  I just like to dye them and then play with them.  That is, until they crack and mom makes me throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TlXakYgI/AAAAAAAAAns/njm5VaKAj5w/s1600/DSCF8913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TlXakYgI/AAAAAAAAAns/njm5VaKAj5w/s320/DSCF8913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821331081159170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom really likes to dye eggs too.  I wish she would have boiled more eggs to do!  26 just wasn't enough.  And I only got to do 6 of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74Tl477GnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FJEZhJYCLag/s1600/DSCF8909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74Tl477GnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FJEZhJYCLag/s320/DSCF8909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821340079430258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning I had to search and search for my basket.  I found everyone else's but mine!  I was getting a little discouraged so mom gave me some ideas about where the Easter Bunny used to hide her basket when she was little. &lt;br /&gt;I finally found my basket IN THE DRYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TkyLHjlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fgXCdzM1yDo/s1600/DSCF8927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TkyLHjlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fgXCdzM1yDo/s320/DSCF8927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821321084243538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74STvGFs5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/tEj6JonvNNo/s1600/DSCF8928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74STvGFs5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/tEj6JonvNNo/s320/DSCF8928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819928688440210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life was good again after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74STdk3cYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/KfxhkVyIuCo/s1600/DSCF8929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74STdk3cYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/KfxhkVyIuCo/s320/DSCF8929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819923985691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did get a new coloring book, some play doh, and two little pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SS-ZkCWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7GDhjUHgI2c/s1600/DSCF8931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SS-ZkCWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7GDhjUHgI2c/s320/DSCF8931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819915616782690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some cool markers with a rolling stamp at one end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got one of these crazy masks.  It was fun!  I was REALLY glad I got green, cause it's my favorite color lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SSbUmdDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dIJQDMOB_50/s1600/DSCF8933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SSbUmdDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dIJQDMOB_50/s320/DSCF8933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819906200728626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, here's me finding some candy filled eggs in the backyard.  Some were up in the tree.  Good thing I can climb trees!  The fun just kept on going that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SR44aRCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gS8nz4l0ih4/s1600/DSCF8939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74SR44aRCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gS8nz4l0ih4/s320/DSCF8939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819896955683874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Easter Bunny!  And of course Jesus for making Easter first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-706380212597449134?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/706380212597449134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-29-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/706380212597449134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/706380212597449134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-29-easter.html' title='Episode 29 - Easter!!!!!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S74TmYot7rI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dU4B7Z4AU5g/s72-c/DSCF8898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5902645461407342393</id><published>2010-02-27T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:37:27.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 28 - Snarding</title><content type='html'>This is a new word I made up.  I use it all the time now.  My mother laughs everytime I say it.  Here's what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:  We were all laying on some blankets on the floor in Adam's room reading stories.  I got upset and said that Cassee was snarding all the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;Example 2: We got a present from Nana and Papa in the mail.  It was really Adam's birthday present, but they put an extra present in the box for Cassee and me.  We both got a play cell phone and car keys with a keychain.  (Totally awesome, by the way.)  The only problem was that Adam didn't get a cell phone and he kept snarding mine.&lt;br /&gt;My mother has deducted that it's my way of saying that someone is hogging stuff.  Snarding the blankets, snarding my toys.  Everyone in my house keeps snarding, and it's driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Although I do now love to use that new word.  Snarding... doesn't that sound fun to say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5902645461407342393?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5902645461407342393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-27-snarding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5902645461407342393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5902645461407342393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-27-snarding.html' title='Episode 28 - Snarding'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-4184127386105477662</id><published>2010-02-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:36:02.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 27 - Dancing</title><content type='html'>I love to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fae4239b6e036ed6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfae4239b6e036ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D730A1D6D83F0CD68CD2BFB4EA719DFBAF86EC40D.4FBCEEB10C93670092D9B3F7C299187E02715E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfae4239b6e036ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKord8N0rbxsZBYdtrsKoR-9EKtI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfae4239b6e036ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D730A1D6D83F0CD68CD2BFB4EA719DFBAF86EC40D.4FBCEEB10C93670092D9B3F7C299187E02715E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfae4239b6e036ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKord8N0rbxsZBYdtrsKoR-9EKtI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me some clogs!! I'm going to be awesome!  (Just like my Aunt Julia!)  This song is my favorite to dance to, Cotton-Eyed Joe. &lt;br /&gt;My mom is looking for a place for me to take dance lessons again in the fall.  I hope she finds something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-4184127386105477662?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4184127386105477662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-27-dancing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4184127386105477662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4184127386105477662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-27-dancing.html' title='Episode 27 - Dancing'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6055518909574831318</id><published>2010-02-02T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:44:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 26 - North Dakota isn't always cold?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was talking to my mom in the car.  She said that Cassee was going to be in preschool when I go to first grade.  I told her that I was going to first grade in about 5 or 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;She said it would be a lot more days than that.  I just wasn't sure.  Then she said we have to finish winter, have spring, the baby will come, go all through the summer, go on our trip to ND, and then I would be in first grade.  I told her I wanted to go to ND during the summer because it is too hot and I'd have to take off all my clothes if I stayed here.&lt;br /&gt;Mom then told me that it gets hot in ND in the summer too.  I was SHOCKED!! &lt;br /&gt;She asked what I thought ND was like and I told her that I thought it always had snow!  She just laughed at me.  I guess the only times I remember being in ND was when it was cold.  I had no idea that Nana and Papa ever lived where it was warm. &lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I can't go there to cool off in the summertime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6055518909574831318?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6055518909574831318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-26-north-dakota-isnt-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6055518909574831318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6055518909574831318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-26-north-dakota-isnt-always.html' title='Episode 26 - North Dakota isn&apos;t always cold?'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-2017312378095484099</id><published>2010-01-25T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:06:57.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 25 - My Second Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>Only a few days ago I realized I had another loose tooth.  I was so excited!!!  I worked it real good with my tongue.  Yesterday I told my mom and dad I thought it would come out soon, but they said it would take a few more days.  Boy, were they wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom was surprised when I came home from school today and told her my tooth had come out at school.  She was even more surprised when I told her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I pulled it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With my fingers!!&lt;/span&gt; She said I was very brave to do that.  I had tried in the morning, but it just didn't want to come out, the front was still stuck.  Then after lunch I tried again and it came out that time.&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling on it in the middle of class and it just popped out!  All the other kids in my class came running over to help me find it.  My friend Felicity was the one to find it.  It really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; out far.  Then I had to go to the nurses station cause I had blood running out on both sides of my mouth.  Yuck!  I don't remember blood with the first tooth I lost.&lt;br /&gt;This is my two empty spaces.  My other tooth hasn't started to come in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14byaTHWlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tUZDQuG1NVA/s1600-h/DSCF8578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14byaTHWlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tUZDQuG1NVA/s320/DSCF8578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430808753522301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really funny and it's weird to talk now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14byGZbqUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5FyrqpkJ7B4/s1600-h/DSCF8579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14byGZbqUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5FyrqpkJ7B4/s320/DSCF8579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430808748180089154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14bxNsrcFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YRVBrjPAECE/s1600-h/DSCF8582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14bxNsrcFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YRVBrjPAECE/s320/DSCF8582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430808732959993938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose a tooth at school you get a really cool big tooth (with a string attached) to carry your tooth home so you won't get it lost.  That would be awful to lose a tooth and the tooth fairy not come because you lost the tooth!!  I really want money from the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14bxonFm0I/AAAAAAAAAck/IAIgQkN-g5o/s1600-h/DSCF8580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14bxonFm0I/AAAAAAAAAck/IAIgQkN-g5o/s320/DSCF8580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430808740184300354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so awesome to lose a tooth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told my mom I want 90 dollars this time!  Or maybe just 50 dollars and a quarter, or maybe a dollar ninety ($1.90)  I can't make up my mind yet.  My mom just laughed at me and said maybe the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-2017312378095484099?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2017312378095484099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-25-my-second-lost-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2017312378095484099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2017312378095484099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-25-my-second-lost-tooth.html' title='Episode 25 - My Second Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S14byaTHWlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tUZDQuG1NVA/s72-c/DSCF8578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-4207761565019740008</id><published>2010-01-19T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:58:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 24 - Chest</title><content type='html'>Over the Christmas break we spent a week in Utah. My dad's brother, Uncle Nate had gotten a new chess set for Christmas.  While we were there he and Ddaddy taught me how to play.  Now I want to play ALL THE TIME.  Sometimes I forget what the real name of the game is and usually call it "chest".  I do get a little upset (okay... a lot) when I don't win.  Dad keeps saying I get that from my mother, whatever that means!&lt;br /&gt;Here's me playing "chest" with my mom.  I'm actually pretty good.  I know how all the pieces move too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S1ZFqr6DuVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LsdT5r3z-ik/s1600-h/DSCF8560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S1ZFqr6DuVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LsdT5r3z-ik/s320/DSCF8560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428603000484772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how hard I concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S1ZFrHq6aHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vMyoMF8IOk8/s1600-h/DSCF8559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S1ZFrHq6aHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vMyoMF8IOk8/s320/DSCF8559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428603007937439858" 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/4923621726323775257-4207761565019740008?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4207761565019740008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-24-chest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4207761565019740008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4207761565019740008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-24-chest.html' title='Episode 24 - Chest'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/S1ZFqr6DuVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LsdT5r3z-ik/s72-c/DSCF8560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3750431371446829129</id><published>2009-12-23T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:05:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 23 - We Live in a Desert, Right?</title><content type='html'>So, I don't get it.  Everyone keeps saying we live in a desert.  Why isn't it hot then?&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I had to walk from my car to the church building.  Of course I didn't wear a coat because we live in a desert.  Deserts are hot, right?  I actually got mad at my mom when I got cold before I reached the door.  What's going on around here?&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day I wanted to wear my flip flops when I went to town with my mom to shop.  She said I couldn't wear them!  What, I said, I thought we lived in a desert!  I was so mad.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand what's going on around here.  What kind of desert do I live in if a can't wear flip flops whenever I want??  I'm not sure if I like it here sometimes.  Humf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3750431371446829129?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3750431371446829129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-23-we-live-in-desert-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3750431371446829129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3750431371446829129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-23-we-live-in-desert-right.html' title='Episode 23 - We Live in a Desert, Right?'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-8224423383087061923</id><published>2009-12-21T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:17:17.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 22 - My First Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SzA2sGErnPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZiJX4462SaA/s1600-h/DSCF8395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SzA2sGErnPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZiJX4462SaA/s320/DSCF8395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417890482899098866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's how I look without one of my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I discovered a loose tooth on my bottom row of teeth.  My mom said that it wasn't that loose and that I should just keep wiggling it with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was a little scary to eat and sometimes it hurt a little to brush my teeth, but my tooth did get looser and looser.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning I could kind of push my tooth half way over.  Mom just kept saying to wiggle it.  I could kind of feel the bottom of my tooth with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Then the most amazing thing happened.  Right in the middle of church, I was supposed to be listening to someone talk, my tooth just came out.&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and yelled to mom, "My tooth came out!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around us heard me too, I think, cause some people looked over and smiled or laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go rinse my mouth out cause there was a little blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth felt so funny after that, I kept sticking my tongue in the space to feel it.  It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for the tooth fairy to come.  I woke up at 2:00 in the morning and saw money in my cup.  I had to go wake up my parents for them to see how much I got.&lt;br /&gt;Dad said he only got a quarter when he was little.  I must be way gooder than him because I got $1.42!  I'm so rich now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to lose another tooth.  I keep wiggling all my teeth, but Mom says none are loose right now, darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-8224423383087061923?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8224423383087061923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-22-my-first-lost-tooth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8224423383087061923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8224423383087061923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-22-my-first-lost-tooth.html' title='Episode 22 - My First Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SzA2sGErnPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZiJX4462SaA/s72-c/DSCF8395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-1190364759767052944</id><published>2009-12-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:08:19.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 21 - The Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>My music teacher, Mrs. Sewell, is awesome.  She has taught us many songs and jokes.  She has each class in the whole school perform a little informal production for their parents every year around Christmas.  Mine was today.&lt;br /&gt;My dad took the day off work (it was actually for a couple reasons), so at 12:25 my whole family walked into the music room to watch me perform.  We did lots of Christmas songs and everyone told one or two jokes.  ( I told two, cause I'm awesome... usually.)&lt;br /&gt;My mom kind of (a little bit) ruined things because she forgot to bring extra batteries for the camera... and the ones in the camera were low, way low.&lt;br /&gt;Here's me at the beginning of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH1oYGzII/AAAAAAAAAY8/kUQ5oIQ9Qvw/s1600-h/DSCF8316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH1oYGzII/AAAAAAAAAY8/kUQ5oIQ9Qvw/s320/DSCF8316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411224307726994562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am a little closer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH2DFr8xI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CQsLF1FXgY8/s1600-h/DSCF8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH2DFr8xI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CQsLF1FXgY8/s320/DSCF8318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411224314897494802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the kicker.  Mom puts the camera on video mode to catch me telling my first joke.  Now remember that the battery is really low.  I got kind of nervous with everyone watching me so I took a while to say my joke and this is all my mom got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c00fddaa1414b0d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c00fddaa1414b0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48D76B918AD7F006F2B2011E005131C35ACCA1F3.298414A986C6A8919104553FC52C26F84A0246E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c00fddaa1414b0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D358SNd7URGpTzs8-OoaP5HOk2zs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c00fddaa1414b0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48D76B918AD7F006F2B2011E005131C35ACCA1F3.298414A986C6A8919104553FC52C26F84A0246E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c00fddaa1414b0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D358SNd7URGpTzs8-OoaP5HOk2zs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little hard to tell but this is what she was supposed to catch me saying:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What do you call someone who is afraid of Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: What??&lt;br /&gt;Me:  CLAUS - trophobic!&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time saying claus-trophibic.  It was pretty funny, but the camera was definitely dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told this joke at the end, I was the finnale (I'm not sure how to spell that).&lt;br /&gt;Me: What kind of music to elves like?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: What kind??&lt;br /&gt;Me: WRAP music!  HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really good on that one.  I wasn't even shy that time.  Too bad mom didn't save the battery juice for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one last shot of me, I was kind of playing around I guess.  But aren't my reindeer antlers awesome.  They had bells on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH2pgVzpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U2QnqvyyWtA/s1600-h/DSCF8319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH2pgVzpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U2QnqvyyWtA/s320/DSCF8319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411224325209837202" 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/4923621726323775257-1190364759767052944?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1190364759767052944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-21-christmas-program.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1190364759767052944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1190364759767052944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-21-christmas-program.html' title='Episode 21 - The Christmas Program'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SxiH1oYGzII/AAAAAAAAAY8/kUQ5oIQ9Qvw/s72-c/DSCF8316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-308347439812410819</id><published>2009-10-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:02:56.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 20 - The Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mother told my the most horrendous news.  A flu shot was coming my way the next day.  I immediately started crying!  Mom was a little annoyed at me because the shot wasn't until the next day anyway.  I hate shots...with a passion.  They are the most horrid thing ever and I never ever want to get another one, ever again.  I stressed about it all night and into this morning.  As I walked out the door to the bus this morning I was still telling her how much I didn't want to get a shot.&lt;br /&gt;I was pouting at the school when my mom came to get me.  (I was gone for about an hour and a half during lunch.)&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry again as I got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;I pouted as the receptionist checked us in.  She tried to convince me that it wouldn't hurt.  Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the corner (not happy) in the doctor's room waiting for the nurse to come in.&lt;br /&gt;Then...a miracle happened.  (My praying paid off!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;She said that since I was more than two years old I could get a nasal mist dose instead of a shot!!!  It felt funny going up my nose and I had to sniff a bunch of times, but I never even cried!  And I got two stickers.  (Actually I got four because I took Adam's, he didn't really care anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing, the rest of the day went so much better!  I think every shot in the world needs to be a nasal mist dose.  If needles went away forever the world would be a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-308347439812410819?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/308347439812410819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-20-flu-shot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/308347439812410819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/308347439812410819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-20-flu-shot.html' title='Episode 20 - The Flu Shot'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-7423535236515463204</id><published>2009-10-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:19:33.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 19 - The Slow Eater</title><content type='html'>My mother packs me a honey sandwich everyday for lunch.  That's all I want.  I don't want peanut butter and jelly, ham and cheese, or anything else.  And definitely not something from school lunch. &lt;br /&gt;The last few days I've come home with about half my sandwich left.  My mom gets a little irate because she thinks a half a sandwich isn't enough for lunch.  I always tell her that I just don't have enough time.  A lunch lady always comes and says, time's up, put your stuff away and go outside for recess.  Still my moms just says that I need to eat faster.&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch, (I was eating slowly again) I confessed to Dad (Mom happened to hear it too) that I'm the only one in my class that doesn't finish their lunch at school.  I guess I am just slow.&lt;br /&gt;My mom started laughing.  She said something about me being just like her in Kindergarten.  I don't really know what she's talking about, but she thought it was funny.  But then she got serious again and said, "EAT FASTER!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-7423535236515463204?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7423535236515463204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-19-slow-eater.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7423535236515463204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7423535236515463204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-19-slow-eater.html' title='Episode 19 - The Slow Eater'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-4224968145454782403</id><published>2009-10-14T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:22:36.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 18 - Three Little Ghosts</title><content type='html'>The funnest thing I did in school today, besides recess and coloring, was to make these little ghosts.  (I didn't actually make all three today.)  They are green, orange, and red.  They have curly tails that were really fun to cut out.  And now the tails hang down kind of curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StaGWi9nCPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iWNF1Dfb4GQ/s1600-h/DSCF8045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StaGWi9nCPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iWNF1Dfb4GQ/s320/DSCF8045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392645325723207922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StaGXQgGUGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MgDdS7bWIH8/s1600-h/DSCF8044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StaGXQgGUGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MgDdS7bWIH8/s320/DSCF8044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392645337947459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the ghosts before I cut them out, in case anyone wants to make one too.  You can draw one from looking at my pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween and I ask my mom practically everyday how many days it still is to Halloween.  I'm getting tired of WAITING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StonNidw_hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/V_TiRRxa8EY/s1600-h/DSCF8051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StonNidw_hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/V_TiRRxa8EY/s320/DSCF8051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393666617273024018" 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/4923621726323775257-4224968145454782403?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4224968145454782403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-18-three-little-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4224968145454782403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4224968145454782403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-18-three-little-ghosts.html' title='Episode 18 - Three Little Ghosts'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/StaGWi9nCPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iWNF1Dfb4GQ/s72-c/DSCF8045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-4042031722844476438</id><published>2009-10-07T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:55:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 17 - Counting to 100, For Real!</title><content type='html'>So I tried to tell my mom that my puzzle I won was for counting to 100, BY TENS.  But she didn't believe me.  She didn't think Mrs. Riley would have a reward like a puzzle for that.  I showed her wrong yesterday when I came home with a jump rope.  The jump rope is the prize for counting to 100, BY ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SszvkbYdr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tSuN_xHbG6g/s1600-h/DSCF8027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SszvkbYdr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tSuN_xHbG6g/s320/DSCF8027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946263160336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I have two prizes!  I just want to count all the time now.  I'm so good at it.  I can even count PAST 100.  Yeah for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-4042031722844476438?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4042031722844476438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-17-counting-to-100-for-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4042031722844476438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4042031722844476438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-17-counting-to-100-for-real.html' title='Episode 17 - Counting to 100, For Real!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SszvkbYdr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tSuN_xHbG6g/s72-c/DSCF8027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3393193398208660670</id><published>2009-10-06T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:29:33.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 16 - Student of the Month</title><content type='html'>My mother was pleasantly surprised when I brought this home the first week in Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsuoJZGO8JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/c6D125qQt8U/s1600-h/DSCF8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsuoJZGO8JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/c6D125qQt8U/s320/DSCF8011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389586258388250770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was Mrs. Riley's (K teacher) Sept. student of the month!&lt;br /&gt;The only bad this is that I didn't have the most awesome hairdo the day they took my picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3393193398208660670?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3393193398208660670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-16-student-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3393193398208660670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3393193398208660670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-16-student-of-month.html' title='Episode 16 - Student of the Month'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsuoJZGO8JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/c6D125qQt8U/s72-c/DSCF8011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-2904368952961201468</id><published>2009-10-05T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:55:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 15 - Teaching Karate Lessons</title><content type='html'>The other night at dinner I taught Adam some karate moves.  I just naturally knew how.  I'm very awesome.  Adam,on the other hand, is going to need a little more practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e21649764bea4d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e21649764bea4d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6ACCE333675C54DAAE0A805864E05D098C9B94.5346AE33B382F5A0A1FCE203708E2A90B9302861%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e21649764bea4d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-3SzxNa2X1KRjamacnfghLrO2N0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e21649764bea4d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6ACCE333675C54DAAE0A805864E05D098C9B94.5346AE33B382F5A0A1FCE203708E2A90B9302861%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e21649764bea4d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-3SzxNa2X1KRjamacnfghLrO2N0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-2904368952961201468?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2904368952961201468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-15-teaching-karate-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2904368952961201468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2904368952961201468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-15-teaching-karate-lessons.html' title='Episode 15 - Teaching Karate Lessons'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3844869668906182955</id><published>2009-10-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:05:34.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 14 - "R" Day Show and Tell</title><content type='html'>Every week we focus on a letter.  This week it was "R".&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday we get to have Show and Tell, but we have to bring something that starts with that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago brought a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rr Rr Race car&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kaydee brought a stuffed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rr Rr Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't remember for sure, but I think that is all the kids that brought something.  Of course, besides me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rr Rr Roses&lt;/span&gt;.  (From my front yard.  Pickin's were slim because of a wind storm the other day that ruined all the others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took two red ones and two orange ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsaGFzPGzkI/AAAAAAAAASU/KkhbddVddj8/s1600-h/DSCF7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsaGFzPGzkI/AAAAAAAAASU/KkhbddVddj8/s320/DSCF7985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388141438406413890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are looking a little droopy because they didn't get water all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am smelling them.  They smell sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsaGGT8V_4I/AAAAAAAAASc/jTBHrQGvZxI/s1600-h/DSCF7986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsaGGT8V_4I/AAAAAAAAASc/jTBHrQGvZxI/s320/DSCF7986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388141447186087810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always take a great show and tell, thanks to my awesome mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3844869668906182955?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3844869668906182955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-14-r-day-show-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3844869668906182955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3844869668906182955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-14-r-day-show-and-tell.html' title='Episode 14 - &quot;R&quot; Day Show and Tell'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsaGFzPGzkI/AAAAAAAAASU/KkhbddVddj8/s72-c/DSCF7985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-4293589821112171135</id><published>2009-10-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:52:30.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 13 - PE Games</title><content type='html'>Today we had PE.  My mom asked me what we did today and this way my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When he (the PE teacher) points to a wall, we run to a black line.  There's every black line and a wall. &lt;br /&gt;Then we jump roped and sat on a orange line.  That's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time explaining the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  This should have aired two days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-4293589821112171135?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4293589821112171135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-13-pe-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4293589821112171135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/4293589821112171135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-13-pe-games.html' title='Episode 13 - PE Games'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-8422322144742472034</id><published>2009-09-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:05:19.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 12 - My Puzzle Award</title><content type='html'>One of the requirements for graduating from Kindergarten is to be able to count to 100.  So, to encourage all of us to learn to count to 100, Mrs. Riley, my teacher, said we could pick out the puzzle of our choice when we could do it.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJHbosjPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ty-RfiK3QT4/s1600-h/DSCF7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJHbosjPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ty-RfiK3QT4/s320/DSCF7939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089233803250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awesome puzzle I picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJGk0Gm5I/AAAAAAAAARs/F_b9cN0fhDs/s1600-h/DSCF7935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJGk0Gm5I/AAAAAAAAARs/F_b9cN0fhDs/s320/DSCF7935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089219087145874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom said it was cool because it was a "color wheel".  Whatever that means.  I just thought it looked colorful, like a rainbow.  I love rainbows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me doing the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJIJFD5HI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TKSnWK0CO1U/s1600-h/DSCF7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJIJFD5HI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TKSnWK0CO1U/s320/DSCF7940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089246001816690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Cassee thinking she's helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJIy8UuHI/AAAAAAAAASE/HUd3OV6IZ1s/s1600-h/DSCF7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJIy8UuHI/AAAAAAAAASE/HUd3OV6IZ1s/s320/DSCF7941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089257239459954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da.  I finished it!  And all by myself.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJJqBx4tI/AAAAAAAAASM/MmZU0EROawA/s1600-h/DSCF7945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJJqBx4tI/AAAAAAAAASM/MmZU0EROawA/s320/DSCF7945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089272026292946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy is so proud of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-8422322144742472034?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8422322144742472034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-12-my-puzzle-award.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8422322144742472034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8422322144742472034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-12-my-puzzle-award.html' title='Episode 12 - My Puzzle Award'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SsLJHbosjPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ty-RfiK3QT4/s72-c/DSCF7939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3925888446162613958</id><published>2009-09-29T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:06:05.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 11 - Counting by 10's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33a9b491aa5c6199" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33a9b491aa5c6199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CCCA25F7CD8421C35C653E9F255C6BCB8477F1F.2E41018BC2E8806C4D4CACE29482F1A008C7810C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33a9b491aa5c6199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdgZ0uRCcbXbAf_XfmQbpuKYRzkw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33a9b491aa5c6199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155293%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CCCA25F7CD8421C35C653E9F255C6BCB8477F1F.2E41018BC2E8806C4D4CACE29482F1A008C7810C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33a9b491aa5c6199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdgZ0uRCcbXbAf_XfmQbpuKYRzkw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my new awesome ability to count by 10's. &lt;br /&gt;How many people can pinpoint the day they figured out how to count by 10's?? &lt;br /&gt;I can, Sept. 27th, 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3925888446162613958?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3925888446162613958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-11-counting-by-10s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3925888446162613958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3925888446162613958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-11-counting-by-10s.html' title='Episode 11 - Counting by 10&apos;s'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5037304681654607465</id><published>2009-09-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:37:22.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 10 - I'm a Broken Record</title><content type='html'>Today I learned a new song at music time at school.  I sang it for my mom.....over and over and over and over and over...  You get the picture, right?&lt;br /&gt;It's a sing-songy chant (kind of like the "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat" chant). It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Billy Bad, Billy Bad, tell me why you are so sad."&lt;br /&gt;"Cause my name is Billy Bad."&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can see why my mom loved hearing that over and over (all evening long!) and over and over and over... Well, you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5037304681654607465?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5037304681654607465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-10-im-broken-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5037304681654607465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5037304681654607465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-10-im-broken-record.html' title='Episode 10 - I&apos;m a Broken Record'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-7138827899979519702</id><published>2009-09-20T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:20:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 9 - I Love Primary</title><content type='html'>I love to go to primary.  We sing songs and get to color. &lt;br /&gt;Today in my CTR 5 class, I learned about temples.  I learned that you get married in them.  You can also get sealed in them.  And the number one rule I learned today about temples is that you keep your hands to yourself, just like at regular church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-7138827899979519702?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7138827899979519702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-9-i-love-primary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7138827899979519702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7138827899979519702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-9-i-love-primary.html' title='Episode 9 - I Love Primary'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-7808326234696675575</id><published>2009-09-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:09:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 8 - My Awesome Ability To Do My Own Hair!</title><content type='html'>Since I was little (and actually had hair) my mother has always insisted on doing my hair for me.  Sometimes I like it, usually I don't.  Usually I like lots of flower clips and other glittery or colorful accessories, but sometimes my mom thinks there a little too much.  I've recently figured out how to wrap a band in my hair.  Yeah for me!  I like low ponytails.  My mom puts them too high. (And of course I never pay attention to the color of the band!) Sometimes I put them on the side just for fun.  And I like this awesome headband I found in my mom's stuff.  She says it from Ecuador.  It's a little big for my head and sometimes it falls, but it's awesome anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest and greatest hair-do.  I do this everyday, if I'm allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuve5ebjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wiAGGbvVEKU/s1600-h/DSCF7799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuve5ebjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wiAGGbvVEKU/s320/DSCF7799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908479153270322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuv0MnuCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AYcdq_VYE3o/s1600-h/DSCF7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuv0MnuCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AYcdq_VYE3o/s320/DSCF7800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908484870715426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuwdXeopI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H_2JAgHzMhM/s1600-h/DSCF7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuwdXeopI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H_2JAgHzMhM/s320/DSCF7801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908495922111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuxFkO2DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mmfbJmDHaiM/s1600-h/DSCF7802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuxFkO2DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mmfbJmDHaiM/s320/DSCF7802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908506713020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I just needed to make a few funny faces, just because it's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuxmELejI/AAAAAAAAALE/cZV0d7GKxsQ/s1600-h/DSCF7803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuxmELejI/AAAAAAAAALE/cZV0d7GKxsQ/s320/DSCF7803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908515436952114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha, now I'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-7808326234696675575?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7808326234696675575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-8-my-awesome-ability-to-do-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7808326234696675575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/7808326234696675575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-8-my-awesome-ability-to-do-my.html' title='Episode 8 - My Awesome Ability To Do My Own Hair!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrPuve5ebjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wiAGGbvVEKU/s72-c/DSCF7799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-916765987060514250</id><published>2009-09-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:49:39.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 7 - I Like Math and Skirts</title><content type='html'>My mom always wants to know my favorite part of my day.   Almost always I tell her coloring.  We color everyday.  We color everything.&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually said something different, and it really surprise my mom.  Not so much what I said, but the fact that I said something other than coloring.&lt;br /&gt;I told her my favorite part of my day was doing the math paper.  There were four pictures on each line and we had to cross out the one thing that didn't go with the others.&lt;br /&gt;I like it. It's fun, because I like it.  (Direct quote!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrAKkodLb1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xpA6qswBI9Q/s1600-h/DSCF7794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrAKkodLb1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xpA6qswBI9Q/s320/DSCF7794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381813179159113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I got to pick out my own outfit!  I hardly ever get to do that.  My mom usually says things like, "that doesn't match," or "it's too hot for those pants", or some other such thing.  This morning my little brother was sick and mom wasn't paying much attention to me.  Plus all my other clothes were in the wash! &lt;br /&gt;I always want to wear a skirt, but I hardly ever get to.  This is one of my favorites.  There's just not a lot of shirts that go with it. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet, I love it when I get to wear what I want!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-916765987060514250?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/916765987060514250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-7-i-like-math-and-skirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/916765987060514250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/916765987060514250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-7-i-like-math-and-skirts.html' title='Episode 7 - I Like Math and Skirts'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SrAKkodLb1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xpA6qswBI9Q/s72-c/DSCF7794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-5216776572612663662</id><published>2009-09-14T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:24:09.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 6 - The Letter M</title><content type='html'>This week we are learning the letter 'M'.  (Last week was the letter 'S'.)  I named off many things to my mother tonight at dinner that start with the letter 'M'.  (She asked me how I knew them and I said it's because I sounded them out.  See how smart I am now!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told her this list:  monkey, money, milk, and moose.    On the back of my 'M' page where I drawed a bunch of M's, I had to draw something that started with an M.  I drew two little circles and colored them silver.  I had to tell my teacher they were money cause she didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;The funnest part of my day was coloring the moose I did at school.  Dad asked what a moose was.  I told him it was brown and had horns.  It's kind of like a dog, but a little bigger.  I can't believe he doesn't know what a moose is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-5216776572612663662?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5216776572612663662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5216776572612663662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/5216776572612663662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-m.html' title='Episode 6 - The Letter M'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-8180917653316341025</id><published>2009-09-11T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:15:22.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 5 - Emmee made a funny!</title><content type='html'>So the other day my mother says it's bath time.  We all head to the bathroom.  The tub is big enough for three little bodies, so we all take a bath together.&lt;br /&gt;Of course warm water brings on "you-know-what", so we all have to use the toilet before she lets us get into the tub. &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm bigger and faster, I beat Cassee to the toilet.  While I'm sitting there Cassee is standing completely naked next to the door making her panicky noise and dancing like she can't wait to get on the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;My mother, sitting on the little stool next to the tub, says, "Don't pee your pants, Cassee!"&lt;br /&gt;I turn to Mom and say,"She can't pee her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;, she can only ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;pee&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Mom starts laughing, "oh, because she's naked, right?"&lt;br /&gt;I start laughing too.  HAHAHA  I'm so clever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-8180917653316341025?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8180917653316341025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-5-emmee-made-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8180917653316341025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/8180917653316341025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-5-emmee-made-funny.html' title='Episode 5 - Emmee made a funny!'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-2236861399300897573</id><published>2009-09-03T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:05:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4 - The Library Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SqA9ZoTBO_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DyW0_0klEw0/s1600-h/DSCF7662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SqA9ZoTBO_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DyW0_0klEw0/s320/DSCF7662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377365465603587058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school I went to the library.  We heard the story, "The Library Dragon".  It's a story about a dragon and a little girl.  The dragon lives in the library and doesn't let anyone touch the books.  One day the dragon fell asleep.  The little girl came to look for her glasses and a book fell on her lap.  Then the kids heard storytime in the library from her.  All the kids came to the library and the little girl started reading.  Then the dragon woke up and heard her reading and she came over and stared at the girl and took the book away.  The dragon sniffed it and she looked at the front cover and she looked at the pages to see if there was any boogers and snotty stuff.  Then the Library dragon started to read the book.  Then all her scales came off.  Then she became into a nice library girl that was nice.  The End.  That's all I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-2236861399300897573?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2236861399300897573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/library-dragon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2236861399300897573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/2236861399300897573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/library-dragon.html' title='Episode 4 - The Library Dragon'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SqA9ZoTBO_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DyW0_0klEw0/s72-c/DSCF7662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-445673388072461807</id><published>2009-09-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:48:41.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary from the Producer</title><content type='html'>A week ago, or so, Emmalynn's teacher sent home a workbook for her to do on her own.  Emmalynn didn't have school today, it was a professional development day for the teachers.  Emmalynn was really excited to not have to go to school, yet all morning she wanted me to help her do a page in her book.  (school, as she called it)  Finally we sat down and she made a bar graph.  (I think it was mostly for the skittles.)  She got a 100%.  What a smart child! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84yUIP38I/AAAAAAAAAEE/f8m_PrzTcSE/s1600-h/DSCF7657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84yUIP38I/AAAAAAAAAEE/f8m_PrzTcSE/s320/DSCF7657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377078917151580098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is working hard to color in the graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84y9aGydI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-WNWLn2NGSA/s1600-h/DSCF7655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84y9aGydI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-WNWLn2NGSA/s320/DSCF7655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377078928232335826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gets a handful of skittles everyday in her lunch.  I guess she just didn't want to be jipped today with no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84zRZmscI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3cWtCvFlYJ0/s1600-h/DSCF7656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84zRZmscI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3cWtCvFlYJ0/s320/DSCF7656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377078933598941634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Cassidee watching, wishing she could "do school" too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-445673388072461807?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/445673388072461807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/commentary-from-producer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/445673388072461807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/445673388072461807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/commentary-from-producer.html' title='Commentary from the Producer'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/Sp84yUIP38I/AAAAAAAAAEE/f8m_PrzTcSE/s72-c/DSCF7657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-1469683871255859994</id><published>2009-09-01T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:23:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3 - The Number 10</title><content type='html'>Today I had this conversation with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What did you learn in school today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We learned the number 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: How did you learn the number 10?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's easy, you just do a straight down with a circle around.  Only it's not together.  It's just a zero with a little one.  Just watch me do it on my lap, MOM.  I'll teach you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-1469683871255859994?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1469683871255859994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/number-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1469683871255859994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/1469683871255859994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/number-10.html' title='Episode 3 - The Number 10'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-6490211140972594042</id><published>2009-08-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:48:52.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2 - A flashback to the first day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SpyYP6SlElI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sNJ-DEnGvMA/s1600-h/DSCF7613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SpyYP6SlElI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sNJ-DEnGvMA/s320/DSCF7613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376339454286172754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first day of school was a Friday.  A half day just for Kindergarteners to get familiar with the school and their new teachers. I rode the bus home and had school lunch that day.  (The only day so far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SpyYQK7DhyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r6rVEt4vkS8/s1600-h/DSCF7623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SpyYQK7DhyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r6rVEt4vkS8/s320/DSCF7623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376339458750908194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the morning of the first real day of school. I got on the bus at 7:05 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-6490211140972594042?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6490211140972594042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-2-flashback-to-first-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6490211140972594042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/6490211140972594042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-2-flashback-to-first-day-of.html' title='Episode 2 - A flashback to the first day of School'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SpyYP6SlElI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sNJ-DEnGvMA/s72-c/DSCF7613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-550998578935894400</id><published>2009-08-30T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:13:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 1 - Sunday School Teachings</title><content type='html'>In response to the question, "What did you learn at church today?",  I responded with one word, FOOD.  The next question, "What about food?", I calmly reply, "It comes from trees and animals."  The end.  That's all I learned today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-550998578935894400?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/550998578935894400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-school-teachings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/550998578935894400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/550998578935894400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-school-teachings.html' title='Episode 1 - Sunday School Teachings'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923621726323775257.post-3585703088772568937</id><published>2009-08-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T07:27:49.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piloting the show</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to the Emmee Rae Show.  Fun and exciting things happen everyday in the life of me, Emmalynn Rae Jones.&lt;br /&gt;I am an energetic 5 year old girl who just started Kindergarten two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;I attend Bluffview Elementary School in Farmington, New Mexico.  My teacher's name is Mrs. Riley and she has taught school for 27 years!  She's been around the block before!&lt;br /&gt;So far my favorite thing about school is coloring.  I get to do it everyday.  Playing with the puzzles inside my classroom is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't go for the school lunch.  I make my mother pack me a lunch everyday.  I'm so picky I don't even like their pizza, because it is square (so wrong for pizza) and because there's pepperoni on it.  (I hate pepperoni!)&lt;br /&gt;I ride the bus for quite a long time everyday.  I freeze in the morning and melt in the afternoon.  (That's New Mexico in August for you!)  School starts too early for me, but I hope I'll get used to the routine.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Stay tuned for new episodes coming up next week!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my viewers, may you have a colorful day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923621726323775257-3585703088772568937?l=theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3585703088772568937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/piloting-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3585703088772568937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923621726323775257/posts/default/3585703088772568937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemmeeraeshow.blogspot.com/2009/08/piloting-show.html' title='Piloting the show'/><author><name>Leesa Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982151387608813913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F21r7fPrJLA/SSED8GL-DzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RN63b_c0CA/S220/Leesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
