<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:26:40.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-2244409306884070460</id><published>2007-01-07T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:54:57.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White House</title><content type='html'>Saturday my dad, Connor, McKenzie and I went to a see the White House on a tour. The best part of the tour was the end where we talked these secret service guys. They have to carry 52 pounds of items every time they work! Other than seeing the White House we went up to the top of the Washington Monument.I looked down and every one looked liked ants. We also went to a museum to have lunch and see the exhibits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-2244409306884070460?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2244409306884070460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=2244409306884070460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/2244409306884070460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/2244409306884070460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-house.html' title='White House'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-6408356020352889940</id><published>2006-12-22T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:48:59.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Merry christmas! This year our tree is only half a tree, because we put it in the T.V. room and needed space so we could still watch T.V. with the tree on. We also have lights on our roof like icecycles, but they keep going down too far. There is a tree shop down the road from our house and a week before christmas they sold all their trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-6408356020352889940?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6408356020352889940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=6408356020352889940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/6408356020352889940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/6408356020352889940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-4462932368983722410</id><published>2006-11-28T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:43:50.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprained thumb</title><content type='html'>The other day I was playing football with some friends.They scored a touchdown and punted the ball to the rest of us.When I went to catch it my friend's head hit my thumb, but I kept playing.Now I have a splint on it, and when I take it off every now and then I can move my thumb without a lot pain.So now me and Connor have had a sprained thumb (but on different hands).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-4462932368983722410?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4462932368983722410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=4462932368983722410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/4462932368983722410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/4462932368983722410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/11/sprained-thumb.html' title='Sprained thumb'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-5653561837932349912</id><published>2006-11-21T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:03:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting lights up</title><content type='html'>The other day Kenzie was trying to put some lights on the pool deck, but she couldn't find a string that worked.She stayed at it though and eventually she fixed a string with lights that worked and put it up.When she came in it was about two hours after we went out there in the first place(which was to put lights on the shed and around the chicken run). When she came in she said she was tired and cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-5653561837932349912?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5653561837932349912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=5653561837932349912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/5653561837932349912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/5653561837932349912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/11/putting-lights-up.html' title='Putting lights up'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-8259304236235457267</id><published>2006-11-03T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:54:49.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the trash for a ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday we went to the dump. The left lane was being paved on the way to the dump and we had to wait for the person to tell us we could go because there were cars going the opposite direction. When we got to the other side of the road work we saw a line of cars waiting to go. When we got the the dump they were closed. My dad said he forgot they were closed on Wednesday.So we took our trash for a ride to and from the dump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-8259304236235457267?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8259304236235457267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=8259304236235457267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/8259304236235457267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/8259304236235457267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-trash-for-ride.html' title='Taking the trash for a ride'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-7693564942566133596</id><published>2006-10-07T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T08:57:01.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reffing soccer</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to ref soccer today,but due the all the rain we got the games were canceled. I was really looking forward to reffing today. I was scheduled to ref all day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-7693564942566133596?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7693564942566133596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=7693564942566133596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/7693564942566133596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/7693564942566133596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/10/reffing-soccer.html' title='Reffing soccer'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-9172851655842387598</id><published>2006-09-29T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:47:52.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to play catch with my dad. I'm going to play flag football next year. I think I'm going to play wide receiver, so I have to be able to catch the ball. Connor and Tyler want to play too. Taylor doesn't want to play football so he's staying in soccer. Yesterday I also played with Connor. We would throw the ball high enough so the ball would go over our heads or low enough so that we couldn't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-9172851655842387598?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9172851655842387598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=9172851655842387598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/9172851655842387598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/9172851655842387598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-8824448871677427617</id><published>2006-09-27T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:46:21.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reffing soccer</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Connor&lt;/span&gt;and McKenzie have soccer games. I might ref &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McKenzie's&lt;/span&gt; game. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; plays in the 8-9 division and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Connor&lt;/span&gt; plays in the 10-11 division. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-8824448871677427617?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8824448871677427617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=8824448871677427617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/8824448871677427617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/8824448871677427617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/reffing-soccer.html' title='Reffing soccer'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323767825600504005.post-5969189136469298992</id><published>2006-09-25T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:32:54.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>My Soccer game</title><content type='html'>Saturday I had a soccer game. I scored 3 goals and had 3 assists! My team won six to nothing!&lt;img style="WIDTH: 92px; HEIGHT: 97px" height="70" alt=" " src="http://www.smileytown.com/application/content/smiley_happy.gif" width="508" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323767825600504005-5969189136469298992?l=alexsstories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5969189136469298992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323767825600504005&amp;postID=5969189136469298992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/5969189136469298992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323767825600504005/posts/default/5969189136469298992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexsstories.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-i-had-soccer-game.html' title='My Soccer game'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697103428911043025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14438951578603731070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>