<?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-927028164409951456</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:38:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>colby W.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.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-927028164409951456.post-269788972151319815</id><published>2009-05-01T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:34:50.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pig flu</title><content type='html'>The swine flu is something u get from pigs and the symptoms are coughing, soar throat, nasal congestion.  The H1N1 form of swine flu is one of the descendants of the spanish flu that caused a devastating &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;pandamic &lt;/span&gt; in humans in 1918–1919.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Pandemic_11-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swine_influenza#cite_note-Pandemic-11" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-NYT76_12-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swine_influenza#cite_note-NYT76-12" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; As well as persisting in pigs, the descendants of the 1918 virus have also circulated in humans through the 20th century, contributing to the normal seasonal epidemics of influenza.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Pandemic_11-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swine_influenza#cite_note-Pandemic-11" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; However, direct transmission from pigs to humans is rare, with only 12 cases in the U.S. since 2005.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-13" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swine_influenza#cite_note-13" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-269788972151319815?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/269788972151319815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=269788972151319815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/269788972151319815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/269788972151319815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/05/pig-flu.html' title='pig flu'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-5377282271802411688</id><published>2009-03-13T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:44:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comic strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SbpjTZKqYtI/AAAAAAAAABE/jLP5GWHU6V4/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SbpjTZKqYtI/AAAAAAAAABE/jLP5GWHU6V4/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667895261192914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/cwilliams/Desktop/Picture%202.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-5377282271802411688?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/5377282271802411688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=5377282271802411688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/5377282271802411688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/5377282271802411688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/03/comic-strip.html' title='comic strip'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SbpjTZKqYtI/AAAAAAAAABE/jLP5GWHU6V4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-8503133916707100862</id><published>2009-03-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:57:38.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="poem"&gt;The time has come again for every senior to know&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is approaching, school will soon end.&lt;br /&gt;No more boring homework, no drama among friends.&lt;br /&gt;Summer will be excellent, relaxing in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;We won't look back on what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Because high school is soon over and young children must move on&lt;br /&gt;After carrying around heavy backpacks, we are all very excited now.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, smiling, secrets and surprises&lt;br /&gt;Are almost forgotten about when graduation arises.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the glory years, all the fun times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the college years, is anyone prepared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-8503133916707100862?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8503133916707100862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=8503133916707100862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8503133916707100862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8503133916707100862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-has-come-again-for-every-senior-to.html' title=''/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-852321957236985818</id><published>2009-03-10T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:34:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>witchcraft</title><content type='html'>I am not a witch but I wished I was so I could turn all of y'all into frogs for thinking I am a witch. How dare you think that about me anyways. Do you know who I am? I'm colby williams and no i'm not a witch and never would i be! So leave me alone! Never accuse me again and thank you for taking your time to read this letter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-852321957236985818?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/852321957236985818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=852321957236985818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/852321957236985818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/852321957236985818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/03/witchcraft.html' title='witchcraft'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-7441410558805331112</id><published>2009-02-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:43:03.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/Saf77Q8xfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vxXo1lRXcwA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/Saf77Q8xfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vxXo1lRXcwA/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307487681460141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-7441410558805331112?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/7441410558805331112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=7441410558805331112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7441410558805331112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7441410558805331112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-punk.html' title='post punk'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/Saf77Q8xfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vxXo1lRXcwA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-6016863785047809340</id><published>2009-02-27T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:12:14.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons i love the spring semster</title><content type='html'>1.  its warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;2. school is almost over&lt;br /&gt;3. spring break&lt;br /&gt;4. its funner in school&lt;br /&gt;5. track&lt;br /&gt;6. hot outside&lt;br /&gt;7. tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;8. learning British literature&lt;br /&gt;9 summer is almost here&lt;br /&gt;10. excited to be in class :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-6016863785047809340?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/6016863785047809340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=6016863785047809340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/6016863785047809340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/6016863785047809340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-reasons-i-love-spring-semster.html' title='10 reasons i love the spring semster'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-8304529409284076690</id><published>2009-02-02T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:29:58.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 reasons why i'am thankful for my parents</title><content type='html'>1. they buy me everything&lt;br /&gt;2. funny&lt;br /&gt;3. feed me&lt;br /&gt;4. guide me&lt;br /&gt;5. teach me&lt;br /&gt;6. strong&lt;br /&gt;7. big hearted&lt;br /&gt;8. Christians&lt;br /&gt;9. truck&lt;br /&gt;10. bed&lt;br /&gt;11. roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;12. there my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;13. they take care of me&lt;br /&gt;14. good doctors&lt;br /&gt;15. good motivation speakers&lt;br /&gt; 16. keep me out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;17. good listeners&lt;br /&gt;18. there not real strict&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-8304529409284076690?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8304529409284076690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=8304529409284076690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8304529409284076690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8304529409284076690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-reasons-why-iam-thankful-for-my.html' title='18 reasons why i&apos;am thankful for my parents'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-218592549711634135</id><published>2009-01-16T06:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:35:47.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>man abusing squirrel</title><content type='html'>Three minors found themselves in a squirrelly situation Monday when Ball State University police caught them abusing a dead animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muncie resident Robert Dennis, 18, was released from Delaware County jail early Tuesday on $2,000 bond after he was arrested after police say he abused a dead squirrel and filmed it with a cell phone, according to jail and police reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was arrested Monday on charges of criminal mischief, criminal recklessness and illegal possession of a fox squirrel out of season, according to police reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When police officers arrived, Dennis was kicking a dead squirrel near the McKinley Avenue parking garage, and two minors were beside him laughing, according to reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officers found the three suspects abusing the squirrel and placed handcuffs on them, according to reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police approached Ball State student Nathan Gropp, who had witnessed the incident. Gropp told police he saw the three throw the squirrel off the top level of the garage as a vehicle was pulling out underneath them, according to reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gropp also reported the suspects threw the squirrel against the garage's walls and windows and kicked it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gropp told police he saw one of the suspects filming everything with a cell phone. Police found the phone, which had five videos showing the suspects doing everything Gropp reported and laughing in the background, according to reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was then taken to Delaware County Jail, and the two juveniles were taken to the Ball State Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Indiana Code, if Dennis is convicted of his Class C misdemeanor, he could receive up to 60 days in prison and a maximum fine of $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second incident Monday evening in which police caught people throwing objects off the top of the McKinley Avenue parking garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that evening, police found three middle-school-aged children dropping a large rock or cinder block off the top level of the structure, according to police reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Fey, associate director of public safety, said the two incidents were unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The incidents were coincidental," he said. "We haven't seen anything like this for quite a while. It looks like they were all juveniles involved."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-218592549711634135?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/218592549711634135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=218592549711634135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/218592549711634135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/218592549711634135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-abusing-squirrel.html' title='man abusing squirrel'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-8627979992696459983</id><published>2009-01-15T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:30:47.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through they eyes of a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.bigrory.com/Its%20a%20dogs%20life%20Herald%20Reduced.jpg" src="http://www.bigrory.com/Its%20a%20dogs%20life%20Herald%20Reduced.jpg" height="590" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Well my name is Colby and I'm a dog. I live in a grassy place with a wooden fence around it, I never seen something so strange and I eat the same hard food every day of my life, so as you can tell I don't have a pretty easy life. My owner is awesome but mean at times, he kinda lives in a place like I do except they have some type of hard rock going around them and a top over their heads. I get really bored at times and have nothing to do at my home but when my master takes me with him to work, I love doing that because I like chasing rabbits. See my master works out in the fields and pulls off white soft stuff off of these sticks but in the mean time I just run around and chase things like other dogs or rabbits or even birds. Well I gotta run my master is calling for me. BARK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-8627979992696459983?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8627979992696459983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=8627979992696459983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8627979992696459983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8627979992696459983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-they-eyes-of-dog.html' title='Through they eyes of a dog'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-8082667316117083024</id><published>2008-12-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:41:13.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room 101</title><content type='html'>In my room 101 there would be mentally challenged truck drivers and midget truck drivers because there is nothing more scarier than truck drivers chasing you around a room yelling your name trying to capture you and make you go with them on there long truck driving trips... wouldn't that be so boring? like just sitting there with a midget ridding in a big truck going who knows where. Well I'm done and that's what would be in my room 101!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.houseofdeception.com/images/Midget%2520Wrestler%2520Fuzzy%2520Cupid.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.houseofdeception.com/pages/Midget%2520Wrestler%2520Fuzzy%2520Cupid.html&amp;amp;usg=__v1NVZIlIqbbvio2BGH7tdhyLqF8=&amp;amp;h=450&amp;amp;w=361&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=6zfBMOHDJyXt4M:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=102&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmidget%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ; width: 137px; height: 169px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:6zfBMOHDJyXt4M:http://www.houseofdeception.com/images/Midget%2520Wrestler%2520Fuzzy%2520Cupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-8082667316117083024?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8082667316117083024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=8082667316117083024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8082667316117083024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8082667316117083024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-room-101.html' title='My Room 101'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-4426957202963643118</id><published>2008-12-05T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:57:13.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w86UEib6fo/STdGQsDUsWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/gQLTQccemwM/s1600-h/camels-monkeys-and-a-dreidel-on-hanukkah-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w86UEib6fo/STdGQsDUsWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/gQLTQccemwM/s320/camels-monkeys-and-a-dreidel-on-hanukkah-1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275762741004775778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a long time and three days ago there was three guys and only two camels and the guys name were Obama and Bin laden and Michael Jackson and the camels names were YEE and HAW. So there out in the middle of no where on Christmas eve night trying to get back home when they only have two camels and Obama and Bin don't want to ride with eachother and both of them deffiently dont want to ride with Michael so they set there and fought and fought. So Michael took off on YEE by his self and bama and bin went chasing him on HAW, they chased mikey all through the night and all over the no where. Well michael ran into some trouble with santa clause and three little elfs and Obama couldn't believe that santa was real and bin laden didn't even know what was going on because he couldn't speak english and didn't know who santa was and micahel all he cared about was the little elfs and he was happy. Obama talked to santa and told him the situation their in and asked for his help so santa took them all home and everybody was happy, Obama got back to the white house and bin got back to wherever he was from and killed michael on the way home so michael didn't get the little elfs back to neverland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-4426957202963643118?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/4426957202963643118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=4426957202963643118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4426957202963643118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4426957202963643118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='christmas story'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w86UEib6fo/STdGQsDUsWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/gQLTQccemwM/s72-c/camels-monkeys-and-a-dreidel-on-hanukkah-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-1259008020866258258</id><published>2008-11-25T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:18:05.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turkey day</title><content type='html'>list of all the foods we eat on thanksgiving day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. turkey&lt;br /&gt;2. ham&lt;br /&gt;3. dressing&lt;br /&gt;4. green beans&lt;br /&gt;5. bread&lt;br /&gt;6. potato salad&lt;br /&gt;7. A bunch of casseroles&lt;br /&gt;8. bunch of desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dressing is probably my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of what I like about the break&lt;br /&gt;1. we get out of school&lt;br /&gt;2. food&lt;br /&gt;3. fun&lt;br /&gt;4. family&lt;br /&gt;5. friends&lt;br /&gt;6. no work&lt;br /&gt;7. watching T.V and doing a whole lot of nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-1259008020866258258?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/1259008020866258258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=1259008020866258258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/1259008020866258258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/1259008020866258258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day.html' title='turkey day'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-4367977531764018107</id><published>2008-11-21T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:25:45.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 people Who packed my parachute.</title><content type='html'>6 People who packed my parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jesus Michael Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;2) Sawyer Cole Bocanegra&lt;br /&gt;3) Jacob Taylor Novak&lt;br /&gt;4) John Brant Bowman&lt;br /&gt;5) Zachary Logan Stegall&lt;br /&gt;6) the old Travis Ned Townzen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important one to me is probably Michael because we been friends for the longest or well good friends for the longest and we shared some good times and a lot of things people don't know about us and I know Michael better than anybody and hes been there for me no matter what the problem was, he has always helped me and was there to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Michael for everything you have done for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-4367977531764018107?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/4367977531764018107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=4367977531764018107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4367977531764018107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4367977531764018107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-packed-my-parachute.html' title='6 people Who packed my parachute.'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-7260131307287659890</id><published>2008-11-07T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:42:32.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free blog/senior night</title><content type='html'>Well tonight is senior night and we play tulia here at our house. Before the ball game all the senior football players and cheerleaders and band gets to be announced with their parents. After the victory tonight (hopefully and surely) all the seniors run the field down and back which is pretty cool, I guess. After all of that though, I have no clue what I'm gonna do and I don't know whats going on, so I guess I'll just tag along with Michael or something. I'm so ready to graduate but, its gonna be so sad and i'm pretty sure ill cry and than laugh like I always do. Oh and today is the senior pep rally and our song is "so close now" by eli young band, which I never heard that song till today but it's a pretty good song, I like it. I'll be standing with my two bestfriends michael and logan and proably sawyer or somebody like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-7260131307287659890?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/7260131307287659890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=7260131307287659890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7260131307287659890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7260131307287659890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-blogsenior-night.html' title='free blog/senior night'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-2593057242320857096</id><published>2008-10-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:36:13.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten</title><content type='html'>top ten reason's I love Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. candy&lt;br /&gt;2. haunted houses&lt;br /&gt;3. having fun&lt;br /&gt;4. its scary&lt;br /&gt;5. hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;6. toilet papering&lt;br /&gt;7. scaring little kids&lt;br /&gt;8. parties&lt;br /&gt;9. it's a Friday&lt;br /&gt;10. staying out late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-2593057242320857096?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/2593057242320857096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=2593057242320857096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/2593057242320857096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/2593057242320857096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-ten.html' title='Top ten'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-2100683200498130138</id><published>2008-10-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:31:27.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>One guy messed it up for everyone at that high school so now they can't wear this Halloween costumes! I would be ticked off if just one person messed it up for us. It would be okay you know if it was like a bunch of people, but no it was just one guy! Man I bet he feels dumb or at least I know I would feel dumb. If someone messed that up for us I bet it would be somebody like logan or seth or billy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-2100683200498130138?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/2100683200498130138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=2100683200498130138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/2100683200498130138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/2100683200498130138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-7497019918004355904</id><published>2008-10-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:40:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coach Rhodes</title><content type='html'>My favorite memory about Rhodes is my sophomore year he asked me if I was gonna run track that year and I said yeah I will and he said Well....okay than. Now he told me I was gonna run the 100m dash and the 200m dash and I been running the 800 forever all my life and  I was thinking what you were thinking, I'm not the type of guy who runs those fast races. I'm slower than molasses on the track. Well later on that year I wasn't doing to good like I expected and everyone else did. I knew I was gonna get killed in those races but, hey they were short and easy and I got to go to the meets to watch Sawyer run and Anthony jump so I wasn't complaining about anything. I remember one track meet or just about every meet after I would finish a race, coach Rhodes would look over at me and say "Well.....I really don't know"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-7497019918004355904?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/7497019918004355904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=7497019918004355904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7497019918004355904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/7497019918004355904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/10/coach-rhodes.html' title='coach Rhodes'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-3467688340421209460</id><published>2008-10-10T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:40:18.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tall tale</title><content type='html'>Once apon a time there was this cowboy but not any kind of cowboy this one was different, he could do anything  he wanted, if it was to ride one bull after the other or steal your girlfriend or walk a bull down the street like if it was a dog. Nobody like this poor cowboy because he had the worst attitude ever, all he ever cared about was himself and he did not pay attention to anyone else he did not care who was behind him in rankings, he knew he was first and thats all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;        Well one day he gets on this bull named amanda and its a real big and mean bull, you could just tell this bull was mean from the look in his eye but, that cowboy wasn't scared of nothing. He jumped on this ol' bull and took off and rode to the buzzer plus more just to show everybody he could ride anything and I'd least say he stayed on that bull for about an hour maybe an hour and a half, but who knows how long he stayed on because at one point I heard he stayed on for two days and I couldn't even imagaine that. This bull weighed at least 100,000 pounds compared to the 50 pound cowboy who was stronger than a ox.&lt;br /&gt;        After a while and a few yawns go by the cowboy lands on his feet (didn't even get dirty, and didn't even lose his hat) and hes still fighting mad at the bull, because thats just how all cowboys are but I wouldn't know I'm not one, but anyways hes still mad and the bull is still mad so amanda (the bull) jumps up on two feet and starts fighting the cowboy and there both swinging at each other trading punches like two little four year old kids fighting over a fire truck. Well ol' big amanda thinks hes bad and knocks out the cowboy and the cowboy is just lying there on the ground just like I been lying to you since about 8:10 AM when I started this thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-3467688340421209460?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/3467688340421209460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=3467688340421209460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/3467688340421209460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/3467688340421209460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/10/tall-tale.html' title='tall tale'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-437304594458460965</id><published>2008-10-03T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:25:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is always pretty cool, my mom always plays a song on the radio for all of us kids when its our birthday. I pretty much don't do anything for my birthday but just hang out with friends and my mom will always give me a present and my grandpa always gives me money, which is a real good thing. Me and Jansyn always exchange gifts so I'm pretty sure she will get me something for my birthday. Oh and my birthday is August 2nd....yeah its along ways away i know. Michael and I fight a lot about getting each other gifts since we been friends for so long and it seems like I'm the one getting all the gifts to him while he don't ever get me anything for my birthday! :( The only thing Michael gave me was a broke wrist....it was awhile back when we were like in Jr. high and he tackled me on his bed and broke my wrist, and if your reading this remember my birthday and by me a cheesecake because thats my faviorte!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-437304594458460965?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/437304594458460965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=437304594458460965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/437304594458460965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/437304594458460965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays-my-birthday-is-always-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-8432145321385882096</id><published>2008-09-19T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:16:13.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FrIdAyS</title><content type='html'>1) weekend its awesome&lt;br /&gt;2) football game day&lt;br /&gt;3) blog in Mrs. k's&lt;br /&gt;4) pep rallys&lt;br /&gt;5) hanging with friends&lt;br /&gt;6) take a break from school&lt;br /&gt;7) everybody is spirted&lt;br /&gt;8) no work in class&lt;br /&gt;9) games are better than practice&lt;br /&gt;10) ITS FRIDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-8432145321385882096?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8432145321385882096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=8432145321385882096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8432145321385882096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/8432145321385882096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/09/fridays.html' title='FrIdAyS'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927028164409951456.post-4923186696944926592</id><published>2008-09-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:38:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In my future, I'm gonna marry any girl that likes me or that will pay for my stuff, she doesn't even have to like me aslong as she pays for me. We will live in a trailer house if we even have a house and we would have 12 kids and hopefully they will get my goodlooks. I will work in the NFL and get paid millions of dollars but than i'll have to quit and go back home to my wife and kids and work at golden chick. The wife will work wherever she can all the time and than come home and cook for me and yes it will be a big ol' good meal. My weekends would be awesome :) I'll go somewhere just to get away from my wife and let me tell u about my wife and how I will meet her...well one day at a carnival she will be  there leaning up agianst the fairs wheel making it tilt, so I'll  wink at her and she smiled at me and man what a tooth she will have...awww it would be great. That's prolly how my future will turn out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927028164409951456-4923186696944926592?l=colbywilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/4923186696944926592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927028164409951456&amp;postID=4923186696944926592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4923186696944926592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927028164409951456/posts/default/4923186696944926592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbywilliams.blogspot.com/2008/09/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>colby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800944983900343597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S4izgbmUOdg/SLaqidRWKFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/SybbDGdZPJw/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
