<?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-5939986984512089943</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Annoyed Today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-8951775878055420823</id><published>2008-11-30T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:03:12.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We got a christmas tree two days ago! It's pretty big for our living room (I'm also pretty sure it can hold lots of presents under it ;] ). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/STLS_t6Qk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/pHaoSbV2Pzk/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274510105701815106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/STLS_t6Qk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/pHaoSbV2Pzk/s320/Christmas+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We put lights on it, and I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure my dad strapped it up to the wall so it wouldn't fall like it did last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of a cute little golden star, we put a green and red sparkly paper star that Anna made in 6th grade on top of the tree!  We don't wrap in stuff and put a few things on the tree.  We just weigh it down with every single ornament we've got, and hope it's branches don't get ripped off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will now end this post with tons of faces! :)  :(  ;) &gt;:(  :#  #l  $P  :p  &lt;l:)&gt;  0)  0I:)  :0  &lt;(-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-8951775878055420823?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/8951775878055420823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=8951775878055420823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8951775878055420823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8951775878055420823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/STLS_t6Qk0I/AAAAAAAAACo/pHaoSbV2Pzk/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7713605482068091905</id><published>2008-11-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:04:13.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Changing</title><content type='html'>I got to change the oil in my families MAZDA and TOYOTA!  The minivan was pretty clean.  I wheeled under the car on (quoting my dad) the "wheely-wheely."  I unscrewed the pluq and the dirty oil gushed out into the... oil catcher thing.  I unscrewed the filter and some more oil gushed out.  I put in anti-freeze, coolant, and new oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my dad's truck.  I did the exact same things on it, except when I took off the plug the oil totally spurted out and gushed over my hand and fingers, garunteeing me washing my hands for at least fifteen minutes.  Then I took off the filter preparing to put on a new one.   The oil that came out dripped all the way around may wrist and down past my elbow!  That garunteed me at least fifteen minutes of showering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty frickin' fun changing the oil and stuff in the cars.  And it was fun taking a bath in oil, and a half hour shower in water.  And I get to do the same thing over again in three months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7713605482068091905?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7713605482068091905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7713605482068091905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7713605482068091905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7713605482068091905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/11/oil-changing.html' title='Oil Changing'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-8983398777172418573</id><published>2008-11-24T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:30:49.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I saw Twilight last saturday!  I thought it was amazingly awesome for a chick-flik, just a little to mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely thought Bella was a great actor, and Edward too.  You know how Rosalie is supposed to be the most beatiful thing ever to inhabit the Earth?  She was definitely cute, but not enough for Stephanie Meyer's description.  On the other hand, Alice is one of the hottest people I have ever seen!!!  It was so fun watching her kick her leg up into the air whenever she pitched the base-ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope you don't mind me doing a little critique).  I thought that the music was pretty destracting throughout most of the movie.  My sister Anna, and my cousin Kate say so too.  The relationship between Edward and Bella didn't seem to grow a whole lot over the period of time they spent together.  Other then that, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of the movies I'll recommend for anyone who asks (even though I doubt I'll need to recommend it to many girls).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-8983398777172418573?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/8983398777172418573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=8983398777172418573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8983398777172418573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8983398777172418573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-5112451680972722902</id><published>2008-09-02T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:23:32.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphonic Percussion</title><content type='html'>The coolest thing happened to me today. Today I was at school and went to percussion class at&lt;br /&gt;second period, guess what. Apparently we were having Symphonic percussion try outs in class,&lt;br /&gt;and I hadn't practiced the music at all. Uh oh, right. So in line, I quickly pulled out my bell kit&lt;br /&gt;and started practicing along with most everyone else. I was able to get it down pretty well. By&lt;br /&gt;the way, it was a new percussion class at Timberline, it just barely started this year. Well I went&lt;br /&gt;in to audition, fearing the worst and tried my best. UNBELIEVABLY I MADE IT!!! I got fitted&lt;br /&gt;for a tuxedo, and everything. Only about half my class made it and I was one of the luckiest&lt;br /&gt;people, cause I got in... and I only practiced for ten minutes!!! Oh ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-5112451680972722902?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/5112451680972722902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=5112451680972722902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/5112451680972722902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/5112451680972722902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/09/symphonic-percussion.html' title='Symphonic Percussion'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-6644021443442845883</id><published>2008-03-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:43:08.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spurts</title><content type='html'>I have been growing progressively chunkier and chunkier over the past few months.  Now I have been growing progressively thinner, and thinner, and taller.  It all started with me sitting in the living room reading to my little (and may I mention adorable) little baby brother Sam (Bam).  Anna came walking down the stairs takes a brief glance at me and says (censored by Anna).  So I (censored by Anna), and she exclaimed, "Woah, you've gotten a lot thinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I tried to be totally casual with it, and as soon as she was gone I booked to the bathroom and took a look into the mirror.  My face &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a bit thinner.  I went out to tell mom and walked right over poor, short Sam who was still holding the unfinished book he wanted me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked my mom to measure me because everyone looked shorter.  So she measured me and it turns out of have grown one inch, in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting taller, thinner, stronger, chick-magnetier (JK), and... yeah I'm getting thinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-6644021443442845883?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/6644021443442845883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=6644021443442845883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/6644021443442845883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/6644021443442845883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/03/spurts.html' title='Spurts'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-8668338499387473574</id><published>2008-03-05T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:24:38.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryouts</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I tried out for jazz band (drums-set player)  I practiced for about two hours for it that week, and I have no clue how much before.  I thought I did awesome except for when I had to play the drum part of the song "Don't Get Around Much Anymore."  When I played it I messed up about seven times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when I got to school I checked the tryout results, and....................................................................................................................................................................... .............................................................................................................................................................................. I didn't make it.  Who gives an eighth of a (edited by my family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Friday I tried out for Advanced percussion (I'm in beginners.)  To get into advanced percussion, I had to play all 12 major scales (Mrs. Taylor my percussion teacher had me play 3 though.)  Then I had to play a few lines of a song on the Marimba (kind of like a zlylaphone).  I messed up... twice.  After the Marimba, I had to play a few lines of a song on the snare drum.  I messed a little bit more in that but I still did awesome.  After I auditioned, Mrs. Taylor told me that I was one of the few people who played dynamics (loud, soft, or in-between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to find out if I made it into advanced percussion,  please please please wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-8668338499387473574?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/8668338499387473574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=8668338499387473574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8668338499387473574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8668338499387473574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/03/tryouts.html' title='Tryouts'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7301227578811001956</id><published>2008-02-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:46:58.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had Solo Night at my school. A few months ago, we picked out songs that we would play for our solos. I picked "Cajun Dance." After we picked out our solo, we had about a month to practice it. Sounds simple right. Wrong.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/R7JetRQZYXI/AAAAAAAAACM/JorNmX4Igns/s1600-h/Pygmy+Marmoset+cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166295854366679410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/R7JetRQZYXI/AAAAAAAAACM/JorNmX4Igns/s320/Pygmy+Marmoset+cheering.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had plenty of time to practice, but I needed to print up another copy of my song, so the &lt;em&gt;judge&lt;/em&gt; could know I was playing everything right.  Thats right, I was going to play in front of a judge.  The only problem is that I slack too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo night came and I had to go to my school at 4:00 to perform in an ensemble (group).  After that, I went home till 7:00, when I got back, I had to 'judge' two solos.  Then it would be my turn to perform.  I got to school at 4:00, and performed no sweat... ok there was a lot of sweat but can you blame me!?  I have hyperH2O for cryin' out loud!  After the performance I went home... just to realize I had forgotten my binder that had my solo in it at the school, and still needed to print my extra solo for the judge.  My mom told me that I couldn't go get it until the kitchen was finished.  Thirty minute job right?  Wrong.  It took two hours for me to finish the dishes because I work so slowly, and was feeling especially slacky that day.  After that I quickly grabbed my drum-sticks and ran to the car.  When we got back to the school, I realized I had lost one of the drum-sticks in the car when we were driving to the school.  I ran in and got my binder after some time of vigorous searching.  Then went home to print the copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back to the school I still needed to 'judge' my two people.  There were only two people left before me (crap) and I didn't have a pen.  I was finally able to sneak a pen out of an un-weary mothers purse (went up and polititely asked for a pen).  I 'judged' my two kids then performed.  Apparently I did very well, and my mother got most of my performance on film.  I then turned in my 'judging slip' so that I could keep my A in Percussion.  I am so gonna get my drum-set (my parents told me that if I get a 4.0 for a whole semseter they will buy me a drumset).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7301227578811001956?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7301227578811001956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7301227578811001956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7301227578811001956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7301227578811001956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/02/solo-night.html' title='Solo Night'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/R7JetRQZYXI/AAAAAAAAACM/JorNmX4Igns/s72-c/Pygmy+Marmoset+cheering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-1818277865990917092</id><published>2008-01-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:30:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Mas Loot!!!</title><content type='html'>My Christmas was awesome!!!  My mom's new little poem, something you want, something you need, something to wear, and something to read was okay I guess... especially the Third generation I-pod Nano.  But I also got some other totally awesome things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now proceed in making you fall to sleep by listing my various items from christmas.  Ill begin with my stocking.  One little I-pod note pad, 6 axe products (two big cans of axe spray, two little cans, a rub bar of anti-perspirant, and axe shower-gel),  8 pares of boxer-briefs (don't get any images in your head), yes, the time has come.  I got some acne wash.  I also got tons of candy, and an orange... O-ya, and a lego pen. Now for the big presents that I can open like a savage.  I got a lego bionicle, with a little (really works) gun that doesn't work.  I got a third generation (the latest one out) I-pod nano.  Not to mention I was able to steal tons of things form my old MP3 player, so I now have a pair of soft earpads to go on my head-phones, a bag for holding all of my equipment, and some speakers.  I got various shirts (some I will never ever wear).  And I got two big, thick, and thirsty towels with my name sewn into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what I got from my Oma.  A 3D glow-in-the-dark solar system, Four card games, marbles, and pick-up-sticks (awesome presents, go Oma!).  From my aunt (Becky) and uncle (Rich),  I got a pair of totally awesome drumsticks of sweetness.  From Papa and Nana (Grandpa and Grandma)  I got a compound bow (the one that you use to shoot with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awesome christmas presents from this year.  Although if I get a 4.0 at school my loot will be 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 times better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-1818277865990917092?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/1818277865990917092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=1818277865990917092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1818277865990917092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1818277865990917092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2008/01/x-mas-loot.html' title='X-Mas Loot!!!'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-1968043056569463005</id><published>2007-12-11T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:36:56.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky looky</title><content type='html'>I actually doubt anyone really looks around on my blog.  So here is your guided tour:  If you scroll down a little bit, you will find yourself in the gaming area.  A great place to chill out and have some fun.  If you scroll down even more, you will find tons of pictures.  The pictures will make anyone happy as long as they are pictures of Sam.  At the very bottom of the screen you will find a few videos, and soon more.  Thank you for taking the tour of "Matt's Words of Wisdom." Please press the exit button, then come visit the blog again to play the games, look at the pictures, vote on the polls, read the posts, and watch videos.  Buh-bhy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-1968043056569463005?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/1968043056569463005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=1968043056569463005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1968043056569463005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1968043056569463005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/12/looky-looky.html' title='Looky looky'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-9047089091565010053</id><published>2007-12-07T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:08:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>You have undoubtedly been reading my moms blog too.  You should then know that I was getting crappy grades. (A, A, A, B, C, B, F, F)  I will now have you know that I have shaped up, and now have &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; grades!  I repeat...  I will now have you know that I have shaped up, and now have awesome grades (A, A, A, A, A, B, A, B)  I am now very happy because I am no longer grounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-9047089091565010053?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/9047089091565010053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=9047089091565010053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/9047089091565010053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/9047089091565010053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/12/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-5557166299488006173</id><published>2007-12-07T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:03:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAME</title><content type='html'>I am ashamed of you all!!! There were only three votes on my last voting polls.  &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get'a votin' people!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-5557166299488006173?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/5557166299488006173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=5557166299488006173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/5557166299488006173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/5557166299488006173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/12/shame.html' title='SHAME'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-2805814258707538281</id><published>2007-11-23T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:27:11.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polls</title><content type='html'>You might have to look a couple things up in my new polls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-2805814258707538281?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/2805814258707538281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=2805814258707538281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/2805814258707538281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/2805814258707538281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/11/polls.html' title='Polls'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7935601794624234353</id><published>2007-11-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:23:02.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was &lt;em&gt;awesoooome!!!&lt;/em&gt;  Right now my sister is trying to take the computer, so I'll make this fast.  I had 1 1/2 &lt;strong&gt;heaping&lt;/strong&gt; plates of food (although last year I had about five or six gargantuan plates.  I threw up, but I didn't regret it.)  I had three slices of pie.  (Although two or three years ago I probably had a whole pies worth.  Alot of Pecan.  Alot of Banana Cream.  A bit of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for things that didn't have to do with stuffing my face.  As I went downstairs I was instantaneously mauled by around 7 little kids, and two of them knew that I wasn't the boss of them.  So they could keep pulling my hair if they wanted to, or stretching out my shirt, or keep throwing hard things at me.  After thanksgiving dinner, we went downstairs and played ball-wars on those excersising balls (you bounce around on them and try to kick the ball out from under your opponent, it's awesome.  Especially if they've jumped super high, so that their bum is going of the ball.  You kick it when they are still in the air and they don't come down on the ball).  It was fun untill my strong-minded little cousin Sammy tried taking control.  The ball-wars was kind of like a tournament.  But Sammy tried to turn it into a concert or something, quote. "Everybody wants autographs now!"  We had no choice but to book it right out of there.  Of course, I'm a guy, so everybody tackled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most eventfull (and by that I mean painfull) Thanksgiving of my life.  I hope the Mom's and Dad's out there don't go through what I did on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7935601794624234353?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7935601794624234353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7935601794624234353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7935601794624234353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7935601794624234353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-2917562703763127718</id><published>2007-11-11T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:46:58.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPLASH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/Rzejhf6XiAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h0J6ckayPjI/s1600-h/Love-Those-High-Heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750096309291010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/Rzejhf6XiAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h0J6ckayPjI/s320/Love-Those-High-Heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday we went to a different church at nine in the morning (the church we mainly go to is at two in the afternoon!!!). When we were done we went back to our house to skip our church. Mom and Abby had to leave because Abby had a primary program. Of course the first thing mom did before she left was tell us. "By the time I'm back home, I want the kitchen to be done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, no sweat, we thought. But we had forgotten and important factor in this equasion... Sam (oh crap).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even ten minutes after our parents left Sam started causing some intense mayhem. First he climbed up onto the table and started piling &lt;em&gt;noodles&lt;/em&gt; into Sarah's drink, then he started stomping around and annoying the renter's in the basement.  We made him a bottle hoping it would make him hold still like it usually does.  Uh-uh.  He just ran around with it hanging from his mouth, slamming into the walls with his face and stuff.  After about half an hour, we finally gave up.  We left Sam to do his business.  It wasn't our smartest decision.  We were doing the kitchen and I was getting some entertainment by watching Sam.  He suddenly saw the best toy in the whole world: A tupperware container, filled with water.  But it was up on the counter top!  No problem for wonder Sam!  He scrambled over, reached up to the limit of his abilities.  And was just barely able to reach the tip of it with his fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I could react Sam made a grab and... SPLASH!!!  A slight pause, then.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!  WAAH! WAAH! WAAH!"  Anna sprinted over to him, picked him up, and plopped him right into the bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he came out, he was his usual cheery self, except &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; the diaper.  He is having a story being read to him by dad.  And making high pitched squeaks.  What an angel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-2917562703763127718?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/2917562703763127718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=2917562703763127718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/2917562703763127718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/2917562703763127718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/11/splash.html' title='SPLASH!!!'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Fm50gsGvBo/Rzejhf6XiAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h0J6ckayPjI/s72-c/Love-Those-High-Heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-161882077113454950</id><published>2007-10-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:15:37.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>Pretty much everyone knows that I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a good babysitter (that doesn't mean I'm  a bad babysitter, it just means I'm not a good babysitter).  My mom left and I was left home alone with sleeping Sam.  I got onto the computer and started commenting on a few peoples blogs.  After about fifteen minutes, I heard Sam's squeal that told me he was awake.  &lt;em&gt;He can sleep a &lt;/em&gt;bit&lt;em&gt; longer.&lt;/em&gt;  I thought.  The longer I postponed the sacred ritual of getting Sam out of bed (pick him up, say good morning, make a funny noise, usually change his diaper, sometimes feed him).  The louder he cried.  After about five minutes of this I finally decided to get him up.&lt;br /&gt;          As I walked into Sam's room I beheld the problem.  Sam had his legs stuck through the bars in his crib.  One foot he could easily get out.  But the other foor was a different story.  He had that leg past the knee joint, and for some reason had been able to put through the bars, but not able to take it out!  I slowly took his leg out.  The whole time Sam was screaming and crying.  After I had finally taken it out, Sam was screaming so loud he was about to burst a gut or something.  I picked him up, saying.  "It's okay, it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;          "Uh-oh, uh-oh." was Sams reply.&lt;br /&gt;          I hurriedly began looking for Sams bottle,  of course baby things like that are &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; easy.  I finally looked down, and beheld his sippy cup!&lt;br /&gt;          Now Sam is sitting at the table enjoying some crackers.  No longer chanting uh-oh.  I'm not a good babysitter.  But I'm not bad either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-161882077113454950?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/161882077113454950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=161882077113454950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/161882077113454950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/161882077113454950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-1952474919850749973</id><published>2007-10-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:45:16.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, my knew goal is gonna be to put a post on my blog once a week.  If I don't put a post on, then please comment on my last post.  Say something mean and then do like, fifty frowny faces, like this     : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-1952474919850749973?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/1952474919850749973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=1952474919850749973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1952474919850749973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/1952474919850749973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekly.html' title='Weekly'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7716317577313623355</id><published>2007-10-28T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:42:19.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bed</title><content type='html'>Recently Sam has learned how to climb on top of my bunk bed (dang it).  I was in my room mindin' my own business when Sam came in. He looks at my bed and is automatically amazed.  He runs to the ladder and climbed onto the first step. (Keep in mind that this is a &lt;em&gt;ladder&lt;/em&gt; and the each of the steps on it are&lt;em&gt; up to his waist.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;          As he climbs onto the first step, I walk over so he doesn't fall.  After about five minutes he finally gets on top of the bed.  Good job Sam.&lt;br /&gt;          A couple days ago my mom came in asking if we had seen Sam, so we spread out, and started looking.  My mom went downstairs, My sisters stayed in the middle floor, and I went upstairs.  First I checked in the bathroom upstairs, then I checked in his favorite hiding place: my sisters closet.  Not in any of them.  I suddenly had a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; good idea of where he could be. I ran into my room, and looked on top of my bunk bed.  Sure enough, there he was, my old glasses twisted and bent beyond comprehension.  Flashlight in his mouth.  And baby drool all over my pillow.  Sam &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;cute.  But he can make me &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;angry at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7716317577313623355?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7716317577313623355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7716317577313623355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7716317577313623355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7716317577313623355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-bed.html' title='My Bed'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7005355474835727254</id><published>2007-10-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:04:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral March</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry everybody!!!  I wasn't able to get a video of our songs in the concert.  (Although you didn't miss very much on the Adams Family, I missed every single note except for two.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7005355474835727254?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7005355474835727254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7005355474835727254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7005355474835727254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7005355474835727254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/funeral-march_27.html' title='Funeral March'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-7084396786670595768</id><published>2007-10-21T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:31:37.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Something I just realized is EVERYONE has crap.  I have a toy drawer in my dresser that I went through, and something I realized, is that my crap is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cool.  I went through and I found my hover disk (you turn it on and it floats a millimeter of the ground and you can push it around alot), I also found a puzzle ball, a hackiesack, the best board-game in the world: Stratego, some juggling balls and &lt;em&gt;aton&lt;/em&gt; of other stuff that are really fun.  So everyone, go through your crap now, and have some fun!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-7084396786670595768?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/7084396786670595768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=7084396786670595768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7084396786670595768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/7084396786670595768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-8418260827360531944</id><published>2007-10-04T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:30:56.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral March</title><content type='html'>I just wanted everybody to know that at school I'm gonna be performing "Funeral March of a Marionette" at school. And I will try to find a way to show it to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-8418260827360531944?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/8418260827360531944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=8418260827360531944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8418260827360531944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8418260827360531944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/10/funeral-march.html' title='Funeral March'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939986984512089943.post-8631533854101748906</id><published>2007-09-06T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:10:12.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drummer Boy</title><content type='html'>My little brave Sam. fearless of everything (except for the scary wolf hands of course, and loud noises, and things that jump out at him and yell BOO! and... I could go on forever.) went to school to pick me up with my mom one day, when I had stayed after to practice my percussion. (rocking out on the drum set).&lt;br /&gt;I was playing in one of the individual practice rooms that they have in the percussion room, I was playing so loudly, that I had been paged three times on the intercom, and hadn't heard a single thing! After some time, my mom decided to walk to the room I was in and pick me up herself.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sam could here me playing as soon as they came inside the percussion room (of course I was still in one of the little practice rooms that were off to the side). As my mom and brave little Sam came in, Sam suddenly heard the scary &lt;strong&gt;thump, thump, thump, &lt;/strong&gt;of the drum. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" He screamed. "AAAAAHHH!!!!" &lt;strong&gt;thump,&lt;/strong&gt; "AAAAAAHHH!!!!" &lt;strong&gt;thump,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"AAAAAAHHH!!!!" I then saw my mom and stopped playing. Immediately after, Sam stopped screaming.&lt;br /&gt;As I opened the door to the practice room Sam bolted in. "Come on Sam." I said. Then started walking away. I stopped when I suddenly heard Sam in the practice room, &lt;em&gt;stretching &lt;/em&gt;up as &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; as he could so that he could touch the snare drum with the palm of his hand. &lt;em&gt;Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh.&lt;/em&gt; My mom and I burst out laughing! Brave little Sam is called brave little Sam for a good reason!(He can really face his fears.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5939986984512089943-8631533854101748906?l=cheemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/feeds/8631533854101748906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5939986984512089943&amp;postID=8631533854101748906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8631533854101748906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5939986984512089943/posts/default/8631533854101748906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheemer.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-drummer-boy.html' title='Little Drummer Boy'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/photogalleries/wip-week8-2/images/primary/pygmy-marmoset-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
