<?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-8569493700478779130</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:41:34.065-05:00</updated><category term='Please leave me your blogspot links.  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Haha!! I was gonna do concessions tonight, but cancelled and now just found out I have sectionals for French Horn after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-7350611640217020364?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7350611640217020364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=7350611640217020364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/7350611640217020364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/7350611640217020364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-6444302609229111256</id><published>2009-07-14T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:09:36.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever looked at an old friend you haven't talked to in years and just know that your life was a lot more fun when they were your very best friend in the world? I have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you ever go hang out with a friend who brings their friend along and all of a sudden you don't exist? I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you ever go somewhere and see a friend that you've known since you were two, but you were never really friends with them, yet when you see them one more time and look deeper than the outside of them you realize you've been missing out on a really great friend? I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've been going to the same church since I was born and I have friends that I've been i the same class with since birth and we were old enough to be friends we were. Although some of them have been in the same class as me, but I never noticed them. In the month of May, school was settling down to a close and one Tuesday my youth pastor said we were having a clean out the dungeon (the name of the middle school meeting place), so I went, but only one of my friends showed up. So I was helping this one girl. She's my age, gone to the church since birth, and really incredibly nice. We hit it off immediately and I couldn't believe I'd never talked to her before. I mean maybe we've talked before, but I never was friends with her and now that I think about I have no idea why we never did become friends. Now we are really close and she's one of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A new girl started going to our church around February and she's just a great person and we are best friends. Another new girl around March, now we are really close. Yet, some of the old friends I had, well we're drifting I'm trying to stay lose to them, but this year I really started talking to God a lot more and really letting Him take me where I'm supposed to  be. Now that I'm doing that, my eyes have really opened and I realize that some of the people I was friends with were not people I should be hanging out with. Yet I think He's showing me new people that are amazing and way better than any of the friends I would've thought to hang out with. My life's a ton better and I'm really happy where I am in life. If you let God take control of your life and watch what He can do for you, you'll be amazed at how much better you'll feel and how much your life will turn around. I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer and that everyone's safe. Enjoy the rest of your summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-6444302609229111256?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6444302609229111256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=6444302609229111256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6444302609229111256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6444302609229111256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-3889306783383400524</id><published>2009-06-08T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:30:49.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer! Not.</title><content type='html'>I am so bored! My friend that lives down the street from me is out of town and I really don't have any contact with my other friends and my other street friends aren't home and my brother is leaving to go to CAC with his friends so it's just me and my dad. He's working at home today. Ugh... boring. Well I have to go practice soccer (again for the third time today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-3889306783383400524?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3889306783383400524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=3889306783383400524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3889306783383400524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3889306783383400524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-not.html' title='Summer! Not.'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-1735201404089236624</id><published>2009-05-04T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:52:51.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>Did any of you now adults draw when you were a teenager? You know random drawings that never meant anything. Well, I draw things a lot. I draw what I see, what I'd like to see, what i may have thought I saw, but didn't, or things I make up in my mind. One drawing i drew was just words, but instead of just writing them I sketched them in colors. It says Love Never Ends. I have a couple drawings that match up to some sort of poem. For example, on the edge of my front yard I have one small tree and a couple feet a way id the sidewalk. THerefore, I drew the one tree next to the sidewalk just in pencil and wrote, 'Life can have many lines that end bare. With roads that have no ending in a world full of lines. But they might also have no ending to excitement.' Weird right? It really doesn't even make sense, but it's what I felt about the one tree. Oh and the Love Never Ends sketch has one too. 'Love starts at the beginning of one point in life. So don’t get me wrong it’s not as easy the fife. Love is kind, Love is patient, Love does not envy, nor boast. For the one that you choose, you must love the most. Love could go on forever meaning Love never ends. For there are no swirls, curls, twists, or bends.' Again no sense whatsoever. Well, anyway I love to draw and was just blogging about it.&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-1735201404089236624?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1735201404089236624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=1735201404089236624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/1735201404089236624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/1735201404089236624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-2573705594474991094</id><published>2009-05-03T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:29:01.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie To See...</title><content type='html'>I just watched a great movie. The Uninvited. Wow! Very unpredictable, scary, and definitely met my standards. You need to see it right now. Stop what you're doing right after you finish this blog post and go see it. It's awesome and at Blockbuster. Have a great week, and keep praying with me that my mom gets a great job! Thanks!&lt;div&gt;Mere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-2573705594474991094?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2573705594474991094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=2573705594474991094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2573705594474991094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2573705594474991094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-to-see.html' title='A Movie To See...'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-5137505863537212196</id><published>2009-05-02T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:00:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer and Swine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My week went well, not! The week of April 20th, my school, Shadow Ridge Middle School, had tryouts for the school soccer team. I played soccer for six years and so I thought maybe I can make it. I signed up fully confident this tryout I would actually make the team. Volleyball, Basketball, Track, Cross Country. I tried them all and didn't make the teams. This time I'll make it.   I kept telling myself this over and over. Well tryouts started on Wednesday the 22nd. I ran my mile in a little over nine minutes! My last mile I ran was a fifteen minutes. I was so proud I'd made it under ten minutes this time! So proud, well, but the mile wasn't the only thing that made you make the team obviously. So next cone dribbles. Ok, now this may sound easy, but I haven't played actual coached soccer in a little under a year because I had to quit for school sports last spring. I walk up to the cones with a ball, and luckily my name is right in the middle of the alphabet, so I got to hang back and watch some of the really great soccer players do it first. I got the hang of it, and when it was my turn I was glad to say I'd done pretty well. I had only missed a couple of cones in the process. Ok, well the last of that day's tryout was to scrimmage and the coaches said to just pick the most comfortable spot for us and I dashed to the goal to play my best personal spot goalie. I only let in 4 goals out of about 12 for just my turn. Good for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok next day, next tryout. Today we would have to do cone dribbling again, but in wider spaces and time it. I did kind of well until we got to using just our left foot. Whoops! Guess I didn't practice that. Well I still had only missed a couple cones, but it was kind of disastrous. :) Then scrimmaging again. I went to the goal, but the coach moved me to play forward. I protested because I was never a great forward, but whatever, I guess I had no say. Well, it actually turned out great. I made the first goal and got the ball away from the best player which made coach impressed she said, "And you didn't wanna play forward!" I replied with whatever and walked into the locker room to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last day of the week, last day for tryouts. All we were doing was corner kicks and scrimmaging. My corner kicks both made it to the right score-able person. 2 points if you make it to the right person, 1 point if you got it close, and zero if you completely missed. I got 4 points both to the right person! I was so glad! Ok last thing to do scrimmage I played goalie and only had to stop one goal because I was on the team with the best players! I was so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last thing to do: make the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk into the locker room and change and everybody's waiting for the list and for the coaches to make up their minds. Ughhhh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The coaches door opens, the list is up... I go and look and there's my name. RIght there on the list. Oh my gosh! I did it! Wow! Cool! I grab a schedule and run out the door to my mom's car! I tell her she says congrats! I say thanks! REally super cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well guess what decides it wants to come to America? N1H1 Type A influenza. Of course. UIL says that no other school can come to our campus and we can't go to theirs'. Then they decide we can't stay before school or after that means no Band and no soccer. UGH! So the one team I make is BOOM not happening. Cool huh? Well at least I did make it. By the way I really want my mom to get a job soon so can everyone just be praying with me to help her. I want her to have her own classroom and a job, because she's worked so hard for so long and so she deserves it. Plus she has to take are of me, my brother , and our animals, too. I just want her to be happy in a great job. Thanks. Hope everyone has a blessed week off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-5137505863537212196?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5137505863537212196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=5137505863537212196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5137505863537212196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5137505863537212196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/soccer-and-swine.html' title='Soccer and Swine'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-4648025110138964918</id><published>2008-12-09T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:00:40.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so on Friday I went to Friday Night Live at Forestwood Middle School and we were having a really great time. Wonderful in fact, until this girl was being really mean to my friend, so I told her that's not how it works and went up to the girl and told her to back off and she apologized and every thing and everything seemed to be fun again. then this other girl got all up in my face for no reason, so all my friends got behind me and they walked away and apologized too. GOsh fun right? WEll, that's not all. My friend and her boyfriend showed and my friend got in a fight. Wow. I didn't get in it, but watched it and it was bed. We're all really scared for her for what's going to happen to her. Pray for her consequences to at least keep her on the basketball team and in Choir. Well, that's Friday night. On Saturday, I went to a party for a friend. She through a holiday party with guys and girls. This guy named Derek was there and OMG! He's so cute! He's nice too. Anyway, my friend, the one that through the party, she had put on my invitation that I was a VIP, and to keep it on the DL (down low). Well, I thought that meant I was one of a few who was to sleepover, but when i got there, I took my stuff o her room and she told me I was the only one sleeping over. Aww, how sweet. She wasn't the only one throwing the party so I called over the other girl throwing it to ask her if she'd invited anyone else to sleepover, but no. They told me I was their best friend so I as the only one sleeping over. Oh my gosh they were always my best friends, but I never knew that I was their's. (Sniff) Well, I slept over all by myself with the two girls and we decided to watch a movie. We chose Get Smart, if you haven't seen it, you need to stop right after you finish my blog and go get it. It's hilarious! I laughed through the whole thing! Yeah it was a sweet party. Yep. Ok so when I got home I realized it was my grandma's birthday! So we had that party and I fell asleep for three hours, I kind of felt bad, but I was tired! Yesterday school's was good and today went well too. Hope everyone had a great weekend and are having a great week!&lt;div&gt;Love to All,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-4648025110138964918?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4648025110138964918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=4648025110138964918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4648025110138964918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4648025110138964918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend!'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-8862998811949802285</id><published>2008-12-03T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:59:41.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I live with this?</title><content type='html'>Ok... I know I just put up a post about being done with guys, but my ex- boyfriend is killing me. He's torturing me with his new girlfriend. He's making me jealous. I just read as much as I am allowed on his myspace, and he put up things about his new girlfriend that he would have never put up about me, but they've been dating since the 23rd, so... Well, I'm trying to get over him, but it's so hard with all tis extra jealousy stuff. Stupid feelings. Well, if only he was still mine. I'm trying to still be his friend, but we're not working together to do so. Ugh, I'll just have to try harder to be his friend and get rid of the jealousy problem and the love of him still in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-8862998811949802285?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8862998811949802285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=8862998811949802285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8862998811949802285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8862998811949802285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-i-live-with-this-torture.html' title='How do I live with this?'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-4953232177939158396</id><published>2008-12-03T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:32:41.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>You know what? I'm done with boys all together. I've had my heart broken too many times, and they've all lied to me. I am now going to wait for high school! Ugh, boys, can't live with 'em, so how do you get rid of them? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-4953232177939158396?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4953232177939158396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=4953232177939158396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4953232177939158396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4953232177939158396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-548997688060380566</id><published>2008-10-18T22:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:09:54.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What's On My Mind Right Now</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend broke up with me on November 21st. It went really bad, and it's difficult trying to get over him. But I'll get thru it! Enjoy the rest of your break and Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!! Now, it's Christmas time!! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-548997688060380566?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/548997688060380566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=548997688060380566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/548997688060380566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/548997688060380566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='Here&apos;s What&apos;s On My Mind Right Now'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-6459125889797262352</id><published>2008-09-21T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:26:11.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep Throat</title><content type='html'>i have strep throat. It's a blast. It started on thursday just a sore throat, then yesterday I went to the doctor and it was strep. Whoo! I get to go to school which is good, too, because I get to see all my friends and it won't be contagious by then, so that's good. That's todays blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-6459125889797262352?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6459125889797262352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=6459125889797262352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6459125889797262352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6459125889797262352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/strep-throat.html' title='Strep Throat'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-3032995103613058717</id><published>2008-09-20T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:49:33.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>I got a new boyfriend!!! He is my best friend in the whole world, and the best boyfriend, too! We met 1 week and two days ago. and I think that he's perfect. I can tell him everything, and is so nice and hilarious, too!! If I ever feel bad about something he's always there for me! There's no one else I'd rather talk to other than him. All in all, he's the best! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-3032995103613058717?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3032995103613058717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=3032995103613058717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3032995103613058717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3032995103613058717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-5934096691216798113</id><published>2008-09-12T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:45:09.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Grade and Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just finshed my third week of school in 7th grade. My first week was okay, I had to learn three new locker combinations which was a drag sometimes, but I got through it. The next week was pretty good I had a test already that week which ended the week a little tough but I got a B so thats good. This week I had two tests which ended this week in a 101 and I dont know about the other one but I think I did pretty well. I met some way cool new friends a couple 8th graders and alot of new 7th graders. The eighth graders are so much fun to hang out with and talk to. I love 7th grade so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, this question is for you. When you were in 7th grade did you have the best 1st couple weeks of your life? So far, I have and haven't. The girls are not as annoying as last year, but they cut a close second.   :)  The guys are another story. Some of the guys are really nice, on the other hand some of them are just extremely annoying and obnoxious. Then again some of the annoying ones areincredibly sweet and amazing. Most of the7th graders get on my nerves, but the eighth graders (some of them) are really cool! I wish I were an eighth grader but I can't be and i think thats ok with me most of the time. 7th grades pretty cool and my new friends are incredible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-5934096691216798113?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5934096691216798113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=5934096691216798113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5934096691216798113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5934096691216798113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/7th-grade-and-boys.html' title='7th Grade and Boys'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-71239080826635637</id><published>2008-07-03T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:40:16.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tomorrow morning at dawn I am leaving for Yellowstone National Park. I am going with my grandparents. We are leaving tomorrow at dawn as I already told you, but then we are going to stop in Colorado Springs and watch the fireworks at the Air Force Academy, which I hear will be really fun. Saturday we will drive up to Jackson Hole and stay there over night and the next morning will go site seeing. Sunday, we will go to Old Faithful and that night we will stay in the Old Faithful Inn. The rest of the trip we will see tons of animals and other wildlife, I think that I will enjoy this trip because I love animals and almost everything outside except for creepy bugs and snakes, but other than that I'm good!I don't want to do all the driving  though, but when we get there it should  be fun! Hope everyone's having a wonderful summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have a blessed rest of the summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meredy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-71239080826635637?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/71239080826635637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=71239080826635637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/71239080826635637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/71239080826635637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-1650801435535708878</id><published>2008-05-26T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:24:59.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two new Movie Ratings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I've been to the movies twice in a week. The first one was Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull. My rating out of 10 is 100. Not a type-o. It's an incredible movie! Go see it r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt; after you read the rest of this entry. The second movie I saw was The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. My rating on that one out of 10 is 99. It was incedible also, but Shia Labeouf is in Indiana Jones, so that makes it a little better, but Prince Caspian was really good, too. I'm going to start blogging everyday, if I can. So keep up! Have a great Memorial Day and week!&lt;br /&gt;Meredy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-1650801435535708878?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1650801435535708878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=1650801435535708878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/1650801435535708878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/1650801435535708878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-new-movie-ratings.html' title='Two new Movie Ratings'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-2517333572381307304</id><published>2008-05-18T18:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:16:27.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, so my weekend is going great! Here I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Saturday i had to wake up at 8:00 in the morning to go to Main Event for Band.  I didn't really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;want to go, but I knew at least some of my friends would be there, so I decided to go. I got there, we played laser tag, we bowled, yea it was fun.  We ate two slices of pizza and drank coke. then, i wanted to ride this virtual game, so I went and asked my really good guy friend, Andy to ride it with me. He told me no way because he would get sick and he had something to tell me first. So we went on a short walk and he asked me to be his... girlfriend. I asked him what and he repeated it and then I asked about his girlfriend and he said that he broke up with her. So, I said yes I'd be his girlfriend. So then we didn't really know what to do so we went and played games together. When I got home I was offered to go swimming at my grandparent's friend's house, because as most of you know, my parents are in Vegas. So  yes I went swimming, then I went home and watched a movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Sunday I went to church and taught my little cute (...) three and four year olds. When I got home I had lunch (Brisket) and finished yesterday's movie and started another. Then I went to the dollar theatre with my Aunt Diana and we saw Fool's Gold. It was a great movie! I recommend it, but there are some dirty scenes, so watch it little tikes! Alright that's my weekend, hope yours was great! Have a blessed week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Meredy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-2517333572381307304?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2517333572381307304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=2517333572381307304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2517333572381307304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2517333572381307304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend!'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-5019545522622459978</id><published>2008-03-18T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:54:12.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why does time fly by at times and stop so suddenly at others? Well when it flies by we are either breezing through work or we are having a blast.  But what about when the time stops?  Does it really stop or are we just completely focused or bored? Or can it be that we are really depressed?  At any case, time can mess with our minds.  Even if it's just a little or so much we seem like we're hallucinating. Well, the one that usually messes with me is the time flies by.  Sometimes, the time flies so fast I can't enjoy the time flying by my eyes.  Well what I'm trying to tell you is that you need to enjoy the time in your life in whatever you're doing. If you don't, your wasting valuable life and time that you can never get back. Enjoy life (and time) at the fullest! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-5019545522622459978?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5019545522622459978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=5019545522622459978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5019545522622459978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5019545522622459978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-4845947744281596208</id><published>2007-12-31T17:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:00:44.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please leave me your blogspot links.  I want to read more about you than keep reading my same old stuff.'/><title type='text'>Marshall, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This week, my family and I came to Marshall, Texas.  About 40 minutes outside of Shreveport, Texas.  My mom's dad's mother lives out here, right next door to a daughter of her's.  Which at her age is wonderful.  My brother, mother, father, dog-bear, and I came in our Jeep and it took about 3 1/2 hours.  When we arrived to Shreveport, we were an hour or two early so my mother called my 2nd cousin, Chris.  We went to Chili's, then Target, next Starbucks, and finally after a while we came to my great- grandmother's house.  We (my cousin, mom, and I) played Scrabble.  At the same time we were watching The Sound Of Music.  At about 10:30, my brother and I went to bed.  This morning when we awakened, we had waffles with blueberries.  After that I went outside to play with the Beard Man.  We played hide- and- seek and I didn't just run around trying to "find" him, he ran around (surprisingly) to find me.  When I came back inside, my Aunt Sue, who lives next door, was talking to my mother.  My Aunt Sue asked if we would like to see a movie. Our reply was yes.  We arrived to the theatre, which is so much different from the Flower Mound ones. This one had 8 theatre screens. 8. Anyway, she asked if we wanted to see The Water Horse.  Well once again we replied with yes.  If you liked Eragon, you will like this. It seems as if it is a Disney movie, but I'm almost certain that it's not.  It's an okay movie for a twelve year old, but for a 5, 6, or 7 year old it would be much better for that age group than mine. I hope to be back before school because I want to talk to some friends before school. Have Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-4845947744281596208?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4845947744281596208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=4845947744281596208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4845947744281596208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4845947744281596208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/marshall-texas.html' title='Marshall, Texas'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-3879165098387611611</id><published>2007-11-19T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:24:08.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Presents</title><content type='html'>Man, birthday week!  Wow, it's the best week of every year!  My parents got me contacts, my dad's parents gave me two shirts and two sweaters.  My mom's dad gave me money, my mom's mom is taking me shopping, my dad's grandparents gave me a Kohl's gift card, my dad's sister and dad's other grandmother gave me  pair of awesome shoes.  I haven't even seen my aunts, uncles, cousins, or second cousins, and so on.  Now for my re explanation: Birthday week is the best week of the year except for... Christmas! Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-3879165098387611611?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3879165098387611611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=3879165098387611611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3879165098387611611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3879165098387611611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday-presents.html' title='My Birthday Presents'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-5070493077381943819</id><published>2007-11-18T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:12:26.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Week!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I can't believe in 3 days I'll be 12 years old!  That's right on Thanksgiving, it's my birthday!  On Thanksgiving day, I'll be thanking God and my parents for birth and thanking God for food and water and shelter!  The bad thing is I have to make a 16 hour drive in a Jeep with 4 people and luggage!  Uh! That will be the greatest ride of my life, but since I've done it a couple times.  I still don't like it!  I love the people I get to see that I don't get to see often.  The food is also always awesome though!  I'm also off school 'till next monday and that's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-5070493077381943819?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5070493077381943819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=5070493077381943819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5070493077381943819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/5070493077381943819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-thanksgiving-week.html' title='My Thanksgiving Week!'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-4579821828953218707</id><published>2007-11-13T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:14:23.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Someone To Listen</title><content type='html'>Hey guy who goes to my school, I hope you know who you are!  Hey, what's that website?   And anyone who's reading, he is not my boyfriend.  JUST A FRIEND!  Just comment on what that website was, thanks!  Nobody is going to believe what I did today!  I did my math homework at home, and studied for my FOLDER Quiz that I have today.  Well, I forgot my math folder at home and so I had to do tonight's homework in class instead of my quiz and have to do my FOLDER Quiz tomorrow morning.  Huh, so frustrating!  Oh, and I forgot my entire rough draft for my paper at home that was due today.  Cheese, what a rough day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-4579821828953218707?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4579821828953218707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=4579821828953218707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4579821828953218707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/4579821828953218707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-someone-to-listen.html' title='For Someone To Listen'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-8878106888246163025</id><published>2007-11-12T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:38:26.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Awesome Family'/><title type='text'>My Friends That I Like To Call My Family</title><content type='html'>My friends and I are so weird when we are together.  The other day my friend and I just finished running our dreadful everyday two laps at school and I grabbed her arm and our friend goes,  "It's not nice to hold people hostrich!" and we all thought hostrich?  My other friend said,  "Did you just say ostrich?"  And so now my friend's name is ostrich.  Yeah!  The one thing I love about my school is that you know in movies where the boys are always away from the girls and vice versa, well my school is the total opposite.  Girls, like myself, hang out with guys and the guys hang out with the girls and some of them hang out because they're dating and their friends just follow because they  don't want to be alone at their old table, but more likely you ask someone who's your best friend and they might say a person of the opposite sex.  Which I think is awesome because it's like we're one  huge bickering family and I'm thankful to be where I am in the family.  Shadow Ridge Middle School Rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-8878106888246163025?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8878106888246163025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=8878106888246163025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8878106888246163025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8878106888246163025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-friends-and-how-confusing-we-are.html' title='My Friends That I Like To Call My Family'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-2806225216087577348</id><published>2007-11-10T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:49:32.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Ideas</title><content type='html'>My future ideas maybe a little different from any other twelve-year-old girl.  My plans are to go all the way through junior high and high school improving on this idea.  I hope to maybe get a scholarship for superb grades and if not to go to Medical School and become... a surgeon!  Heart, brain, or any other part of the body.  Like i said, some 12 year old girls hate to even think of blood, but not me!  I love... well... everything in the body is so interesting, I want to go hands on to learn and not just to read about it in a book.  To me, life depends on surgeons.  I want to hold someone's life in my hands and help them to keep it going- children, adults, elder citizens, and anyone of any age, I want to make the world a better place to live.  That's my career dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My family plans are to not get married until after I'm out of medical school, and when I do find that one special person, they will, hopefully, be christian and great working skills- kids wise. Hopefully, they will have a career plan, as I do, or &lt;br /&gt;I hope to help them find the right spot that not only do I think it's the right place for him, but I hope to help him find the spot he loves, too.  I would like to have 2 kids, as my mom does, after medical school and marriage. in that order.  As you can tell, I like to help and so that's my word for my life... Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-2806225216087577348?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2806225216087577348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=2806225216087577348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2806225216087577348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/2806225216087577348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-future-ideas.html' title='My Future Ideas'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-3779267865280654391</id><published>2007-11-10T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:11:51.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plans for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Today my plans are try to type a paper, go to my last game of soccer and win, deliver some of my cookie dough to my peeps (ha, ha), and try to get a nap, which I think is impossible in my house, don't you think- well no offense,but you probably can't help me with that.  Yeah, well my Saturday sounds great, doesn't?  Tomorrow, I'm going to church and working with the little preschoolers and then probably going to lunch with family and delivering more of my cookie dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-3779267865280654391?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3779267865280654391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=3779267865280654391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3779267865280654391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/3779267865280654391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-plans-for-weekend.html' title='My Plans for the Weekend'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-8070028357422435231</id><published>2007-11-08T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:19:45.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>I got contacts on Saturday the 3rd.  I was so excited!  Now it's really Difficult to get them in, but i'll live!  By the way, thanks to Alicia for reading my blog and for commenting!  Tell Chris i'll see him Sunday and hope he enjoys the rest of my articles.  Thanks again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-8070028357422435231?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8070028357422435231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=8070028357422435231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8070028357422435231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/8070028357422435231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-6066981966931697535</id><published>2007-11-05T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:28:18.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>My schedule is: Band, Pre-AP Science, Gym, World Geo, Pre-AP Math, English, and then for my last period is Reading.  Well for band we worked on a song called Rolling Along or Mary Had a Little Lamb.  Science we did a CBA.  Gym we ran 2 laps.  World Geo we worked on typing a paper we've been working on for weeks.  Math we just worked on homework.  English we did spelling words.  And finally in Reading we just finished a novel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running Out Of Time&lt;/span&gt; so we have a test over it very soon so we did just review.  So sounds like I had a good day, well I did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-6066981966931697535?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6066981966931697535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=6066981966931697535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6066981966931697535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6066981966931697535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569493700478779130.post-6612488274980252548</id><published>2007-11-04T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:10:03.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>I've been at my church all my life and I know a lot of the people there.  For the last couple of months we have been studying the book of Genesis.  We have gone through every chapter up to chapter 10 today.  This morning we talked about chapter 9 and 10.  Chapter nine was about the new beginning after the flood.  Noah built an ark because God said that the flood was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imminent&lt;/span&gt;.  Noah's ark was made of gopherwood and him and his three sons, wife, two of every animal on Earth were to get on the ark to protect all of them from the flood.  Chapter 10 just talked about how the flood killed everyone except Noah, his ark, the animals, his three sons, and his wife were the only ones alive, so God told Noah that him and his family were to rule the animals and the earth. That's where we ended and hopefully we can get farther in the book, so that i can grow more spiritually toward God.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569493700478779130-6612488274980252548?l=meredysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6612488274980252548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8569493700478779130&amp;postID=6612488274980252548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6612488274980252548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569493700478779130/posts/default/6612488274980252548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredysmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Meredy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12609822362560104272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
