<?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-3694630766441954437</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:03:48.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FordEscortLx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694630766441954437.post-7927854301791621830</id><published>2009-06-11T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:24:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>Well I actually don't have any plans. I hope I get hired at the one of the jobs I've applied for or maybe even get hired at two. Most likely I will just hang out with girlfriend and my best friend's and play Rock Band and Call of Duty online. Then probably take my car camping often and explore the woods. Then I'm going to sit my ass down and read for a half hour everyday just so I can make someone in the world happy. Have a great summer readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-7927854301791621830?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/7927854301791621830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-summer-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7927854301791621830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7927854301791621830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-summer-plans.html' title='My Summer Plans'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-352359141675550723</id><published>2009-06-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:54:42.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>Author Darren Shan.&lt;br /&gt;His book series. Cirque Du Freak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-352359141675550723?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/352359141675550723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/352359141675550723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/352359141675550723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-1979341987018080423</id><published>2009-06-05T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:26:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Character I'm Most Similar To</title><content type='html'>I would have to say Zach would have to be the closest to being some what like me. When his friends threw a bottle at some white folks he wouldn't rat out his friends because he didn't want to ruin their friendship over something so dumb. I had something similar happen. I was with two friends that I guess felt like letting out some anger by slashing tires. I just walked with them and let them do whatever they wanted and just talked the whole time. When the cops showed up I refused to give out their names or even be a part of it. For that I paid the same price as if I did the damage myself. Like Zach did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-1979341987018080423?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1979341987018080423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/character-im-most-similar-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1979341987018080423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1979341987018080423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/character-im-most-similar-to.html' title='The Character I&apos;m Most Similar To'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-3228885547258161880</id><published>2009-06-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:26:29.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Lily</title><content type='html'>Lily lied to August about who she is and what her last name is because she believes that August and June know who her mother is. She says that shes looking for her aunt but when really she ran away. She wants to tell August the truth but she can't with all the other stuff going on like zach being put in jail. Then May killing herself. When will she tell them? who knows. I predict August will kick her ass out and tell her to never come back. Then blame her for everythings thats happened since she show'd up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-3228885547258161880?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3228885547258161880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-about-lily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3228885547258161880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3228885547258161880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-about-lily.html' title='The Truth About Lily'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-1638598994996270970</id><published>2009-06-03T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:39:14.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who You'd Think Should Be Blood Related</title><content type='html'>Well I'd have to say my best friend Bobby Stevens. We've never fought over anything or even argued for that matter. Sometimes my girlfriend gets jealous because we argue way more than I and Bobby do. The only thing we sometimes disagree on are taste in foods which obviously isn't something to get mad over and not want to be friends. We both can play basketball, video games, drive cars, or just skip school sometimes and go fishing at Detroit. We can also just sit and be bored watching TV. He could be like "Dude what you doin?" "I'd say nothing just bored watching TV," and he'd be like "Cool Ima come over and be bored too." We both also have the same interest in music. I play guitar and drums and he plays just drums. We both like rap, hip hop, rock, metal, alternative, and very little country. He's just as much of a brother to me as my older brother is, but even my older brother doesn't have as much in common as we do. That's probably just because my real brother is ten years older than I. Both our parents say we're brothers and call us both sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-1638598994996270970?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1638598994996270970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-who-youd-think-should-be-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1638598994996270970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1638598994996270970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-who-youd-think-should-be-blood.html' title='The One Who You&apos;d Think Should Be Blood Related'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-3877089387524778485</id><published>2009-06-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:18:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-3877089387524778485?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3877089387524778485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3877089387524778485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3877089387524778485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-that.html' title='The One That'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-1812143281009202323</id><published>2009-06-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:39:30.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things I Know About The Book</title><content type='html'>One of the settings I can remember is the peach tree field with a tree house some where in the middle of the field. Where lily goes to let her mind wonder free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second would have to be the jail. She describes how many cells there are and the smells that flow through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third I'd say would be the hospital when she talks about how it looked like a apartment with the pink curtains and flowers all over and the smell of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth would have to be Augusts house with her two sisters. June, and May. They live in a pink house with honey bee farms outside. It smells of sweet honey inside the house and theres pink pillows and pink rugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fifth thing I remember about the book is the pick up T-ray drives. Old rusty Ford with a supercab and short bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-1812143281009202323?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1812143281009202323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-things-i-know-about-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1812143281009202323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1812143281009202323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-things-i-know-about-book.html' title='5 Things I Know About The Book'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-7309535974803205064</id><published>2009-05-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:43:46.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well I had a decent time I guess. Friday I hung out with my best friend for like 3 hours. Then I hung out with my girlfriend for little bit for basically a booty call is what she calls it. Then Saturday I went and helped out my mom's boyfriend pick out a new Teryx for the sand dunes. I hung out with a couple other buddies and watched Mall Cop, The Day The Earth Stood Still, and Resident Evil 4. Then as we sobered up from the movies we played xbox 360 Call of Duty World At War online. Sunday I pretty much did nothing but sleep for the most part cause I forgot about Memorial Day and I was thinking there was school the next day and I wanted my rest. I slept till noon then my brother had the day off so I went to his place and rode his 76 Honda scooter around the neighborhood. I can't take it out on the street because it doesn't have a title and everyone knows how bad cops suck around here. Lucky me there were no cops. Then I helped him split wood the old fashioned way. Sweat, hard work, and an axe. It was getting late by then so he went to bed. Then I went home (across the street) and just watched TV for the rest of the night. Monday morning I got up for school and my mom was wondering why I was up and I made a smart ass remark "I like to be at the titty club bright and early". She glared at me and said "nice one", and told me its Memorial Day so there is no school. Well before she finished saying it  was Memorial Day I already was headed towards my bed. Again slept till noon then pretty much just watched TV again and then I actually went shopping with my mom for the first time in some odd years. After shopping my girlfriend came over we watched Mall Cop cause she's never seen it. Then we had a fire out back and just sat and watched it in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-7309535974803205064?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/7309535974803205064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7309535974803205064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7309535974803205064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-weekend.html' title='Sunny Weekend'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-5571686084618168622</id><published>2009-05-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:32:27.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things I Like About The Book</title><content type='html'>Secret Life Of Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't necessarily like the book. I find it kinda boring and it doesn't interest me. The only facts about the book is The Civil Rights movements. I think its boring because its about the black and white BS. I want that crap to be done with and we're equal. So I lose a lot of interest right there. Another thing is that I really don't like books. It takes certain books to actually interest me and want to read it. All in all I guess if you like books you'll like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-5571686084618168622?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5571686084618168622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things-i-like-about-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/5571686084618168622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/5571686084618168622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things-i-like-about-book.html' title='Three Things I Like About The Book'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-4403994857160856657</id><published>2009-05-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:28:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen Bee</title><content type='html'>I think the queen bee is Lily because the story is from her point of view. The author wrote everything from Lily's point of view. If you were the reader you'd see that the only way you could tell whats happening in the story is through her eyes. The reader can't understand how another character in the book is feeling unless Lily knows how their feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-4403994857160856657?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4403994857160856657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/queen-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4403994857160856657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4403994857160856657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/queen-bee.html' title='The Queen Bee'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-2360706038114003843</id><published>2009-05-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:09:17.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things About Bees</title><content type='html'>1. The queen bee gets pregnant by drone bee's that have no actual purpose but to mate with the queen bee. The queen bee can live up to 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Worker bee's are the ones who go on pollen runs and bring it back to the hive. They also are the ones who will give their lives to protect the hive and their queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When the queen bee and the drone are mating they have to do their business in the sky. Shortly after words the poor little drone bee is dead from exhaustion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-2360706038114003843?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2360706038114003843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things-about-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2360706038114003843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2360706038114003843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-things-about-bees.html' title='Three Things About Bees'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-1645803476660578579</id><published>2009-05-19T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:51:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Life Of Bee's</title><content type='html'>Jail. She thinks jail would be like how it is in the old western movies but when she get there its nothing like it at all. she says the walls were pink and had flower print curtains in the window. Only that's the jailers living quarters. There was only two jail cells and its reeked of drunk people. They're carved words in the bench's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes a famous writer and she knows how to describe the scenes back in the day and she uses old western words. Shes also white and tells a good tale about being black. Shes also been to college and after she graduated she smoked a lot of Pot . Then she got all these crazy and amazing ideas about how to write books. Sadly the last sentence I made up but it would make a nice story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-1645803476660578579?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1645803476660578579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-life-of-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1645803476660578579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1645803476660578579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='Secret Life Of Bee&apos;s'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-2263108304532741662</id><published>2009-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:42:25.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow I and my friend are going head up to Detroit Dam and do some old fashioned fishing. We might even try this old Japanese fishing pole I have. Then we're probably going to head back to his place and play drums on Rock Band on his Xbox 360. Then Sunday I have to weed and feed the front yard then pressure wash my quad from last weekend's fun. Then I have to spend time with my girlfriend or she'll complain. We're probably going to go to the movies if she buys. Then I'm going to walk my weener dog that lives at her place. After all this I'm going to wake up on Monday, go to school, and pretty much start all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-2263108304532741662?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2263108304532741662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2263108304532741662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2263108304532741662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-for-weekend.html' title='Plans For The Weekend'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-706668429172815307</id><published>2009-05-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:27:12.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Breaking Rosaleen Out Of Jail</title><content type='html'>Well if she wanted to make it more exciting she could of took T Rays gun and held the guards hostage until they let Rosaleen go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gotten&lt;/span&gt; used doctor clothes from the laundry room and dressed up as a doctor then said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry I need you strong fellas to go get me one of other beds from downstairs." Then got Rosaleen out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-706668429172815307?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/706668429172815307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-breaking-rosaleen-out-of-jail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/706668429172815307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/706668429172815307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-breaking-rosaleen-out-of-jail.html' title='Lily Breaking Rosaleen Out Of Jail'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-3867696109468579368</id><published>2009-05-13T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:47:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Bro</title><content type='html'>My brother is Eric W. He has always been there for me since I was a little squirt. I remember when I was 7 I annoyed him so much that he had to tie me to a chair just to hold me still for a few hours. He wears casual clothes and he builds his own gas powered toys. He always works himself to the bone. I never see him not doing some kind of project. He also lets me get away with things of course mom doesn't approve of. My brother respects my privacy so I'm also able to talk to him like I would a best friend. He also has an amazing wife that I'm able to call sister because she's almost just as cool as my bro. Only instead of her being a mechanic she's a chef. My bro is also pretty laid back and that has to be my favorite part about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-3867696109468579368?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3867696109468579368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-big-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3867696109468579368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/3867696109468579368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-big-bro.html' title='My Big Bro'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-281729629393895081</id><published>2009-05-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:41:15.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>My brother Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He rides quads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He works two jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He builds his own motors and vechiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He has a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He and his wife go and walk the dogs every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things to describe my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hes a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hes lenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hes smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hes strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-281729629393895081?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/281729629393895081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/281729629393895081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/281729629393895081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-4190300180860543874</id><published>2009-05-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:44:20.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>Little Rock is in the southern state of Arkansas and was relatively progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orval Faubus was the governor of Arkansas, and on September 4th a crisis erupted, and he called out the National Guard to prevent African Americans from going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students with excellent grades were chosen to attend Central High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one girl showed up on the first day of school because she didn't get the phone call about the danger hazzard of going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was harassed by everyone as they were outside of school, and the police had to take her away in a patrol car just to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nine students who carpooled the school and they had to be escorted by military personal in there fancy jeeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-4190300180860543874?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4190300180860543874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4190300180860543874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4190300180860543874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-6690714516666783481</id><published>2009-05-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:03:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Monk Kidd</title><content type='html'>Sue Monk Kidd was born in Georgia and raised in the town called Sylvester. This town influenced Sue a lot about her novel she eventually wrote later in time called "The Secret Life of Bee's".&lt;br /&gt;Her father would have to be Sue's biggest influence. When she was just a little girl he'd read stories to her, and it made her want to become a writer.&lt;br /&gt;    Sue's first book was, God's Joyful Surprise. It was published by Harper San Francisco in 1988. The book talks about the beginning of spiritual searching.&lt;br /&gt;Sue began her writing and publishing by making short stories in small literary journals which she earned rewards for.&lt;br /&gt; Her first novel The Secret Life of Bees has sold over 5 million copies. She spent over two years on New York Times bestseller list and published in 35 countries. She also was a graduating major in nursing at Texas Christian University with a B.S. degree.&lt;br /&gt;Today Sue lives beside a salt marsh near Charleston, South Carolina with her husband Sandy and their black lab, Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards and Recognition.&lt;br /&gt;Nominated for the 2006 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award- The Mermaid Chair&lt;br /&gt;2006 Distinguished Alumna of the Year, presented by Texas Christian University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 South Carolina "The Order of the Palmetto" Award - State's highest civilian honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Winner of the Quill Award in General Fiction - The Mermaid Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Southeastern Library Association Fiction Award winner - The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Book Sense Book of the Year, paperback- The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature To Life Award presented by The American Place Theatre- 2004&lt;br /&gt;Nominated for the 2004 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award- The Secret Life of Bees.&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the 2003 SEBA Book of the Year for The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;Finalist for the 2003 Book Sense Book of the Year Award, hardcover- The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;Finalist for the 2003 Boeke Prize in South Africa- The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;Nominated for the 2002 Orange Prize in England- The Secret Life of Bees&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the 1996 Poets &amp;amp; Writers Exchange Program in Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Citation in Best American Short Stories 1996, 100 Distinguished Stories for In the Graveyard of Afterbirth.&lt;br /&gt;1994 South Carolina Fellowship in Literature by the South Carolina Arts Commission&lt;br /&gt;Citation in Best American Short Stories 1994, 100 Distinguished Stories- The Secret Life of Bees.&lt;br /&gt;1993 Katherine Anne Porter Second Prize in Fiction by the Nimrod/Hardman Awards&lt;br /&gt;1994 &amp;amp; 1996 South Carolina Academy of Authors Fellowships in Fiction by the S.C. Academy of Authors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all this information from &lt;a href="http://www.suemonkkidd.com/Author.aspx"&gt;http://www.suemonkkidd.com/Author.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-6690714516666783481?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/6690714516666783481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/6690714516666783481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/6690714516666783481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html' title='Sue Monk Kidd'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-4168709943794653072</id><published>2009-05-05T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:03:53.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Civil Rights Movement</title><content type='html'>John F Kennedy was president during the Civil Rights movement. His goal was to try and make black and whites equal in schools and working enviornment. Then he got shot right in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Dr King got shot during the Civil Rights movement because he was trying to be considered equal and he was black.&lt;br /&gt;There was race riots all over America. The KKK clan rioted through towns burning cross's in front of their homes, and hangingthe blacks in tree's.&lt;br /&gt;There was a uprise in blacks and they protested agaisnt the KKK clan claiming black power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-4168709943794653072?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4168709943794653072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4168709943794653072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4168709943794653072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html' title='The Civil Rights Movement'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-8602327494336140773</id><published>2009-05-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:45:35.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle Of The Night</title><content type='html'>It was the middle of the night and suddenly I remembered I left the damn dog outside. When I got outside on the back porch I heard barking in the distance. I didn't see my dog in the back yard anywhere. Then after a few more moments I noticed a strange smell that I recognized. It smelt a lot like marijuana. I can still hear the dog barking as I poked my head up over the fence. I can see black and gray smoke a few houses down, and I jumped over the neighbors fence and ran around out front. Sure enough it was my dog barking. I called my dog to me as I called 911. Police and fire fighters came within 5 minutes. Half hour later the fire was under control and I asked the officer what started the fire and he replied. "Your neighbors marijuana green house caught on fire when the cat knocked over the propane heater." I asked, well how do you know there was a cat in there?. He replied "we found the poor little sucker fried to a crisp up against the wall." I went back home in shock, and I made sure I had nothing running that night, but mine and my dogs heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-8602327494336140773?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8602327494336140773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/8602327494336140773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/8602327494336140773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/middle-of-night.html' title='The Middle Of The Night'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-4609581007863501542</id><published>2009-04-30T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:57:14.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Your Own Prompt</title><content type='html'>"When did you feel the most free? Write about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt free was about 2 years ago when I was camping with my girlfriends family way into the woods. That was by a huge lake and there was not a soul in sight. I went hiking up the jungle like woods with just I and my girlfriend. Breathing the fresh mountain air, having nothing to worry about except for spiders and bears. We found a very nice big tree on top of a hill, and it was almost like something you'd see in the movies. It was the only tree on top of the hill, and it arched over the cliff side toward the lake. We sat there for least an hour watching the squirrels run around the tree and let the nice cool air flow run through the tree branches. There was a beautiful blue sky with very little clouds up over head. Time was all to short that day, but at the same time it feels like it lasted me a life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-4609581007863501542?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4609581007863501542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4609581007863501542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/4609581007863501542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html' title='Pick Your Own Prompt'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-7906911465560270447</id><published>2009-04-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:33:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Compounds</title><content type='html'>1. Outdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Skateboarders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Showcased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was going outdoors a lot more often this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm fed up with all these skateboarders damaging my property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I painted a beautiful painting that was showcased in a art museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think something happened to him is why he suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-7906911465560270447?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/7906911465560270447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-compounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7906911465560270447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7906911465560270447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-compounds.html' title='Four Compounds'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-8948475749454559914</id><published>2009-04-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:31:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>I'm 38 and my names Colt. I have two little kids and a beautiful/wonderful wife. Who I've been married too for about 11 years. I currently work two jobs. One I'm working as car mechanic, and my other job I work as a part time truck driver. My wife stays home and takes care of my young. I have a decent home with a nice RV pad on the side, unfortunately no RV. There's a very nice green lawn I taught my wife how to take care of while I'm away. We only have 3,201 sq feet of property, an only like 300 of that is the lawn. She loves growing her garden out back, sometimes I think she watches it more than the kids. I have a very beautiful car that I will spend the rest of my life paying for. Its Ford Gt 2010, and my wife drives a very nice Ford Fusion Hybrid 2010. Sadly all stock. I also have a very cool wolf dog that I've had since he was about the size of a water bottle. He's getting old an can't run as much as he use too when he was young. He just hit 8 years last month, but he still has his night piercing blue eye's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand its not bad getting older and watching your young grow older and stronger. On the other hand it does make me miss my mother though. She passed away just a year ago at the age of 69. she was always kind and very loving, and always very supporting even when i was young and dumb. I was always getting myself into trouble one way or another even if I didn't even try. Now my father I basically considered my third hand, the one that is never there. I don't miss him much. He left my family when I was at the age of 14, and even until then he wasn't very much of a father. He'd purposely try to make me cry. He'd scream an yell at my mother day in and day out, and the worst part about him is that he wasn't even an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however have a very awesome older brother. He was born 10 years before my time, and I thought I was starting to feel old. He's been married for almost 24 years. He has 1 teenager who gets into more trouble than a street fighter, and its a girl. He drives a very cool blue F-250 Ford pickup with a 12 inch lift. 419 Horsepower with 608 Ft pounds of torque, and its riding on 39 inch tires. His wife drives a purple 69 fastback Mustang that's pushing 500 horse, an 620 Ft pounds of torque. They have had their home for almost 26 years, an its been repainted almost every 3 years. He has a super fast SmokerCraft fishing boat that's powered by Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my life experience has been short and has more downs than ups, but not everyone can have a perfect life. I still keep finding ways to look forward to cashing my check and driving home to my wife kids, and my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-8948475749454559914?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8948475749454559914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/8948475749454559914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/8948475749454559914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-904981042860967467</id><published>2009-04-27T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:41:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Was a Super Hero</title><content type='html'>If I had any super powers I'd want to be a vampire. I'd want to be able to stick my nails into concrete walls and climb up them at a very fast pace. I wouldn't mind having almost eternal life. I also wouldn't be a blood sucker to the death of humans, like how people make them seem like they're evil. I'd do it for the good. I would take a little blood from many humans to satisfy my vampire needs. I would also be invisible in war. I'd help protect our country if somebody like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt; decided to airplane bomb us again or something similar. I'd help take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;murderers&lt;/span&gt; off the street by sucking their veins dry. The only person that I would make sure knew who or what I was would have to be the president of the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-904981042860967467?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/904981042860967467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-was-super-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/904981042860967467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/904981042860967467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-was-super-hero.html' title='If I Was a Super Hero'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-7894229416985829277</id><published>2009-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:00:41.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I believe</title><content type='html'>I believe people should all be equal in power. What normally happens to someone with power? They get greedy, overwhelmed, thick headed, and of course, controlling. I believe the police should not have so much power because they're basically able to do anything they want and be able to get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard many stories of police purposely planting evidence in people's homes just so they can bring them in for questioning or to just bust them, because the police say "I had a feeling in my gut that he/she is the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also heard that a police officer was behind a car at a drive through and like usual the worker hands out a bag of the customers order, and somehow the police officer said that, that looked suspicious and he got out of his car and searched the customers bag, and found an ounce of marijuana in the bag. Now, how would a normal human being all of a sudden know what's hiding in a bag at a fast food drive through? Does this mean a police officer can check everyone's bag of food just because he wants to know what you ordered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have an example of getting in trouble with the law and all for dumb reasons. My first time I got in trouble with the law was from a traffic ticket. I was cruising down the street in a 1975 F-250 Ford pickup and there was a light coming up ahead and I got about a truck length and a half away from the white crosswalk painted lines. The light turned yellow at that time and I tried stopping but there was no way I could have in time in my big pickup so I kept going and went all the way through the light. After I got about 20 feet or more through the light it turned red. The police officer pulled me over about a mile away after the light and gave me a ticket for running a red light which in fact was yellow. As anyone knows the law enforcer's word rules over a normal working citizens word. He tried telling me, "Oh I have you on video," and such but the police officer would never show me this video. I argued about this in court and guess how it turned out? Yup, you guessed it, I had to pay the fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the stories I've heard about the police and court I believe its safe to say that the job of a police officer can become too overwhelming and they get so used to having too much power that they lose control of who they really are. There are people that do deserve their tickets and there are people who deserve to be locked up or fined with a big load. But I believe the amount of cash they expect someone to pay over some tickets should be decreased by far. Having bad experiences with cops also makes me believe they only have that job for the money and pleasure of ruining some peoples lives and knowing they can get away with it without a fight. I believe that even vs a police officer a person should be considered innocent until proven guilty. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-7894229416985829277?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/7894229416985829277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe-people-should-all-be-equal-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7894229416985829277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/7894229416985829277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe-people-should-all-be-equal-in.html' title='This I believe'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-5836301139674974070</id><published>2009-04-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:09:45.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody should have eqaul power</title><content type='html'>I believe the police should not have so much power because their basically able to do anything they want and be able to get away with it. What normally happens to someone with power? They get greedy, over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whelmed&lt;/span&gt;, thick headed, and of course, controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;storeys&lt;/span&gt; of police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; planting evidence in peoples homes just so they can bring them in for questioning or to just bust them, because the police as they say "I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; in my gut he/she is the one".&lt;br /&gt;I've also heard that a police officer was behind a car at a drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and like usual the worker hands out a bag of the customers order, and some how the police officer said that, that looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; and he got out of his car and searched the customers bag, and found an ounce of marijuana in the bag. Now how would a normal human being all of a sudden know whats hiding in a bag at a fast food drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;? Does this mean a police officer can check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; bag of food just because he wants to know what you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I myself have a example of getting in trouble with the law and all for dumb reasons. My first time I got in trouble with the law was from a traffic ticket, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crewsin&lt;/span&gt; down the street in a 1975 F-250 Ford pickup and there was a light coming up ahead and I got about a truck length an a half away from the white crosswalk painted lines. The light turned yellow at that time and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; stopping but there was no way I could of in time in my big pickup so i kept going and went all the way through the light and after I got about 20 feet or more through the light it turned red. Now the police officer pulled me over about a mile away after the light and gave me a ticket for running a red light. Which in fact it was yellow and as anyone knows. The law enforcer's word rules over a normal working citizens word. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; telling me "oh I have you on video" and such but the police officer would never show me this video. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;argued&lt;/span&gt; about this in court and guessed how it turned out? Yup you guessed it I had to pay the fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-5836301139674974070?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5836301139674974070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/everybody-should-have-eqaul-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/5836301139674974070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/5836301139674974070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/everybody-should-have-eqaul-power.html' title='Everybody should have eqaul power'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-2567571490133257597</id><published>2009-04-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:47:31.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I believe in</title><content type='html'>1. I believe that after committing murder, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;murderers&lt;/span&gt; deserves to get life in jail without possibly of bail or early probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe self defence shouldn't to be a crime no matter where you are. If someone attacks you, you should have the right to defend yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe if a couple plans on having a child they should raise that child together and not leave their child behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe that under age sex should be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; crime than its consider today. For both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equal&lt;/span&gt; male and female punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want me to be happy because of all the bull crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had to deal with for my little life span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe that under age smoking should be watched out for more. There thousands of kids 14, 16 smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I believe in ghost. They walk around in my house every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't make all students knowledge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt; be so high. I believe not everyone is fit to be as smart as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I believe the police shouldn't have so much power over the american citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I believe war is unnesscery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-2567571490133257597?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2567571490133257597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-i-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2567571490133257597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2567571490133257597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-i-believe-in.html' title='10 things I believe in'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-2303162203028596259</id><published>2009-04-16T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:40:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentence correction project</title><content type='html'>1. Lorenzo wants to be on the swimming team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The car stopped at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the beginning of the story hard to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dante flipped a coin to decide who would kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The pirates were digging for buried treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The police permitted only one car to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Krista tripped because she didn't tie her shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jose is good at out running everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I could have done better, "Patrick admitted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thierry was happy to be getting the soccer trophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-2303162203028596259?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2303162203028596259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correction-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2303162203028596259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/2303162203028596259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correction-project.html' title='sentence correction project'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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-3694630766441954437.post-1228628980306332264</id><published>2009-04-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:04:29.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem dislikes and likes</title><content type='html'>I dislike all the wanna be gangsters that get drunk and damage other peoples property. However I do love all the sexy women in salem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694630766441954437-1228628980306332264?l=fordescortlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1228628980306332264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/salems-dislikes-and-likes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1228628980306332264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694630766441954437/posts/default/1228628980306332264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordescortlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/salems-dislikes-and-likes.html' title='Salem dislikes and likes'/><author><name>rcoltwargnier2009</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879496210051203858</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></feed>
