<?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-493716351319043349</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:39:23.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Froggy?</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for me to share my stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-5297164124646157717</id><published>2007-12-09T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:42:21.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado: A Land Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Wednesday at approximately 7:00 p.m., 2007, we had a performance.  It was called Colorado: A Land Through Time, as you can see from the title.  For my part, I was a Spanish explorer named Francisco Coronado.  The first time I heard that name I thought it sounded like San Francisco Colorado.  Do you think so too?  My mom told me to say, "My name is Francisco Coronado. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"  But I didn't do that!  I had to wear a gigantic sombrero that you could put a picnic on.  You can see that from the video that you have already watched, or will watch later on.  One time whenever we were rehearsing we were doing a dance.  For one of the parts of my costume I had to have a serrape, otherwise known as a poncho.  It was really long, so whenever we were doing the dance our music teacher said, "Stop!"  I stopped and I was on my serrape.  I skidded across the stage and fell!  Then one of the teachers said, "Maybe you shouldn't wear that costume while you do the dance." And then whenever she turned away, I said, "YES!" and pulled my arm down in front of my face like on the movie Napoleon Dynamite.  My mom and dad and brother and sister all came to watch me in my play.  It turned out to be very good!  I hope you enjoy the video (it got cut short, because it was supposed to be 5 min. but mom could only upload 2 min. so you won't see my last song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" height="381" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;amp;u=http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/140717/20071209/155952.flv&amp;amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/acaciaehrinn#date/2007-12-09/15:59:52&amp;amp;d=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;amp;u=http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/140717/20071209/155952.flv&amp;amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/acaciaehrinn#date/2007-12-09/15:59:52&amp;amp;d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="381" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Printing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc*MjM2MTEwNDYmcHQ9MTE5NzQyMzYxMzQ2OCZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-5297164124646157717?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/5297164124646157717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=5297164124646157717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/5297164124646157717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/5297164124646157717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/12/colorado-land-through-time.html' title='Colorado: A Land Through Time'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-4997448241823251766</id><published>2007-10-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:12:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RyN_ZhBoI8I/AAAAAAAAABM/k4XCEPzMzDs/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RyN_ZhBoI8I/AAAAAAAAABM/k4XCEPzMzDs/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080877216408514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RyN_RBBoI7I/AAAAAAAAABE/xTmWKHRtRfg/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RyN_RBBoI7I/AAAAAAAAABE/xTmWKHRtRfg/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080731187520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago there were white things in the air! I think it was called snow. It was very cold, and we played baseball. The snow was slippery so we got some boards and started to slide down a hill. The boards looked like turtle shells so we called it turtle boarding. It was very hard, but sometimes I would accidentally do a trick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-4997448241823251766?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/4997448241823251766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=4997448241823251766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/4997448241823251766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/4997448241823251766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/10/white-things.html' title='White things?'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RyN_ZhBoI8I/AAAAAAAAABM/k4XCEPzMzDs/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-903405425955131865</id><published>2007-08-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:25:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RsW9xV0bnOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HEjSCpvc4UA/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RsW9xV0bnOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HEjSCpvc4UA/s200/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099690808435252450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RsW3nV0bnMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sawL5z4Wn2U/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RsW3nV0bnMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sawL5z4Wn2U/s200/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099684039566793922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it into Colorado a few days a go. The trip was very long. I didn't like it so     much, so I had to entertain myself. To entertain myself I would read a book, look at a map, look out the window, or go to sleep. Zzzzzzzz. I'm glad that we're here now. Our house is very nice.  Now we have stairs and we haven't ever had stairs. So a few days ago Annalisa  was  so  tired that  after the first 4 steps she laid down and fell asleep. After she woke up she said "My bed was too far!" I like our new house a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-903405425955131865?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/903405425955131865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=903405425955131865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/903405425955131865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/903405425955131865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/08/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RsW9xV0bnOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HEjSCpvc4UA/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-9145250424838060840</id><published>2007-07-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:43:01.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shockwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="415" height="347"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v4.312/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="&amp;aID=1c46b68760fac785126de92a5122619ed&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v4.312/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf" wmode="opaque" FlashVars="&amp;aID=1c46b68760fac785126de92a5122619ed&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/" width="415" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we went to Six Flags.  We rode a lot of rides there.  The last roller coaster that we rode was The Shockwave.  The Shockwave had a shorter line than it usually does, so when we rode it the people that make it go said that we could ride again.  So we did!  And two times on The Shockwave is too much for Dad.  He got sick after the end.  Dad took the video the second time we were on the ride.  Every time on the loops Jacob bends his head down as low as it can go!  Whenever Dad was filming us the second time I was getting scared that he was going to let go of Mom's camera....but he had the strap on his arm so he wouldn't lose it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RqNsBB2CosI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWWOHaqfj5E/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RqNsBB2CosI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWWOHaqfj5E/s200/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030768789562050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RqNryh2CorI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iYVB6nv-bpI/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RqNryh2CorI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iYVB6nv-bpI/s200/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030519681458866" 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/493716351319043349-9145250424838060840?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/9145250424838060840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=9145250424838060840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/9145250424838060840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/9145250424838060840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/07/shockwave.html' title='The Shockwave'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RqNsBB2CosI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWWOHaqfj5E/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-3238332669976325030</id><published>2007-06-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:02:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DuckCrossing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago we saw a mamma duck with her chicks c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rossing the road. The chicks were having a hard time getting up over the curb.  We saw them on Highway 259, so there were a lot of cars.  Once the chicks got over the curb, they were all walking together.  Half of the chicks were black and yellow, and the rest were just yellow.  The mamma duck kept talking to the chicks to get them to follow her. Whenever the mamma duck walked, her head moved back and forth.  They went into an alley that was between a church and a tire place.  I hope they found a pond to s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wim in!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/duckcrossing/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" 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/493716351319043349-3238332669976325030?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/3238332669976325030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=3238332669976325030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/3238332669976325030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/3238332669976325030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/06/duckcrossing.html' title='DuckCrossing!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-1407531791415899864</id><published>2007-06-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:09:18.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/ALLSTAR/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/ALLSTAR/IMG_0088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I played baseball for the Blue Jays and the Red Sox.  The Red Sox was a tournament team for 8-9 year olds and we played games on Saturdays.  The Blue Jays was my home team and Jacob played on that team with me.  We played during the week.  When I played for the Red Sox, Peepaw and Granma would come to watch me play.  Our team only lost 2 games. We got 1st place at 2 tournaments (Gladewater and Overton) and 2nd place at one tournament (Kilgore). Henderson was the only team that beat us.  This past Saturday I found out I made ALL-STARS!  I am excited about playing ALL-STARS because I get to play more baseball.  My team will be almost all the same players as the Red Sox team, so I think we will be good.  I have practice tonight at 6 at the baseball park. I have a practice tournament on Thursday-Saturday in Springhill and then the real ALL-STARS tournament will start on my mom's birthday in Jacksonville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-1407531791415899864?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/1407531791415899864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=1407531791415899864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/1407531791415899864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/1407531791415899864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-stars.html' title='All-Stars'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-665566359462771322</id><published>2007-03-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T04:14:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Dawson's birthday. It seems like Dawson is a good friend. There were about fifty-six people there and most of them were friends! He is four now! His party was fun and the cake was good. The party was at a park on Shiloh Road in Tyler. His pinata was a guitar. Dawson called it a "letric tar".  We played football and ate pizza. Dawson received  a lot  of  gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s55.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid55.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fg156%2Facaciaehrinn%2FCole%2FDawson%2Fd9feb8d1.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream55.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-665566359462771322?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/665566359462771322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=665566359462771322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/665566359462771322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/665566359462771322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/03/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-2311190913775255930</id><published>2007-03-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:53:02.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 187px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday we went to 6Flags. I rode a lot of crazy rides, but the craziest ride was the Flashback. You must be 48" or taller. It made me very dizzy. My dad said its  the worst  ride  in  the  park.  The Flashback was very fun! It had loops and turns and steep drops.  I waited in line for about an hour before I could ride it. Jacob rode it with me but he kept his head looking down the whole entire ride. He had fear in his eyes!  I liked going backwards better than going forwards.  The ride was very fast!  Mom and Dad can't ride it because they will throw up if they do!  Well, maybe Dad won't, but Mom will for sure!  We had &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/Flashback/IMG_3101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a lot of fun at 6Flags and we stayed all day!  If you click on the picture on the top right you can see me and Jacob on the Flashback while it was going up!  It went up like 20 feet or 30. I am not sure.  It went up high!  If you click on the bottom right picture you can see me on the 7th row on the left (I was actually on the right, but on the picture I am on the left). Leave me a comment and tell me if you have been on the Flashback and if you liked it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-2311190913775255930?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/2311190913775255930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=2311190913775255930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/2311190913775255930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/2311190913775255930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-1204199100488965964</id><published>2007-03-08T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:10:04.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Is Easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://classroom.springisd.org/webs/wngc.campus/upload/taks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 127px;" src="http://classroom.springisd.org/webs/wngc.campus/upload/taks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100 is easy (at least  for  me.) Do not go crazy, when you learn to read. So tackle the TAKS test, I heard them say. So I made  a  100  that very day! No matter what grade you're in-8th,    6th or 3rd  try to be commended, that's the best word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this poem to let readers know I'm going to the 4th grade!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-1204199100488965964?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/1204199100488965964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=1204199100488965964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/1204199100488965964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/1204199100488965964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/03/100-is-easy.html' title='100 Is Easy!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-2461182926368569080</id><published>2007-02-05T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:09:16.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Hospital Again!</title><content type='html'>OK! I just can't stand all this hospital stuff. It's driving me crazy! So this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The History of Cole Newton To Tell People How To Avoid the Doctor.&lt;/span&gt; This one is Volume 1. It reads, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER SLEEP WITH YOUR EYES OPEN.&lt;/span&gt; I hope you enjoyed that. Now for Volume 2. It says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR EYES OPEN AND CUT YOUR EYE WHILE YOU SLEEP, LISTEN CLOSELY--  WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE HOSPITAL AND YOU ARE GETTING YOUR EYE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DILATED&lt;/span&gt; HOPE THAT YOUR PUPIL WON'T STAY HUGE. &lt;/span&gt;That is all the advice I'm giving you so, REMEMBER! I'm  going to cut to the chase. The doctor I had took forever and said that I had to go to another hospital and stay home until my eye is better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-2461182926368569080?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/2461182926368569080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=2461182926368569080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/2461182926368569080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/2461182926368569080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-i-just-cant-stand-all-this-hospital.html' title='At The Hospital Again!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-7296483971337272833</id><published>2007-02-04T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:09:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RcYE03utcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yaUZJkW0AJA/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RcYE03utcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yaUZJkW0AJA/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027711340365312194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So at 5:00 in the morning on Saturday I woke up my parents. Mom got up and took me to the bathroom, and did a lot of things with me. It was CONSTANTLY drop, check, drop, check to my eyeball.  She told me to go back to bed and I hoped that it would be better at 7:00.  When I woke up again my eye still hurt.  My mom called me in her room and asked me, "Is your eye better?"  I said, "A little."  She said we were going to the hospital. I HATE hospitals.  So I fought with her. But she forced me to go.  Whenever we were there we waited for at least 30 min to go to the back. Then I had to get my weight checked, and they took my temperature, and they used that blood pressure cuff on my arm.  I couldn't feel my arm.  It was like a boa constrictor on my arm.  Then they took me in the hallway and asked me to read an eye chart. After that, they took me to a different room and I had to get numbing drops in my eye.  Then they waited another 30 minutes and they did it again.  The third time the door opened there was a new doctor.  She used a popsicle stick like thing to flip my eyelid back.  She was looking to see if there was a sty on my eye. And then she took a stick with an orange thing at the tip and put it on my eye.  After that she turned off all the lights and got a blue flashlight.  She shined it on my eye to see if I had a cut.  The medicine she put in my eye was glowing under the flashlight.  Mom said it was yellow.  She found a cut on my cornea.  I fell asleep for a good 40 minutes after that.  Mom said I snored really loud.  Then the door opened again and I automatically woke up.  I knew it was the doctor! She was there to dilate my eye.  Those drops were cold and did not feel good. They had to wait 15 minutes and do it again.  Then I got an eye patch and some grape flavored medicine that didn't taste good, but it made me very tired.  So we went home.  Once I laid on the couch I was out!  Later we went to Bubba and Windy's house and I fell asleep on the way there too.  I was pretty much sleeping the whole day.  I didn't like the eye patch because it was on my right eye and my left eye wasn't as strong as my right eye, so whenever I would open it, my right eye would open under my patch and it didn't feel good.  I fell asleep on the way home from Bubba's and once I was in my room I went to sleep in my bed.  That day was very bad.  But it was easy. Everybody did what I needed and I didn't have to do anything. But that day did hurt.  Today I feel better and I took my eye patch off. My pupil is really big and the light hurts it a little, but it feels a lot better.  Even though I hate hospitals, I am glad they took care of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-7296483971337272833?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/7296483971337272833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=7296483971337272833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/7296483971337272833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/7296483971337272833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/02/at-hospital.html' title='At The Hospital'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8eNA9Eta74/RcYE03utcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yaUZJkW0AJA/s72-c/IMG_2670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493716351319043349.post-3907953468208477340</id><published>2007-02-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:03:48.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboading</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/140717/20070202/092952.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of me learning how to skateboard when I was about 5 years old.  I really liked to go to the skate park in Tyler with my dad.  Jacob was too scared to ride down the ramp on the skateboard.  I like the part of the video where I fall off.  It is funny. Now I am better on the skateboard and I can do a few tricks.  Last night I watched a movie with my dad about Tony Hawk.  It was good.  Sometimes I can go to the Kilgore skate park with dad, but it is really small.  I liked the one in New Mexico that we went to.  It was big like a swimming pool with lots of ramps.  I hope you like my video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493716351319043349-3907953468208477340?l=colenewton1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/feeds/3907953468208477340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493716351319043349&amp;postID=3907953468208477340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/3907953468208477340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493716351319043349/posts/default/3907953468208477340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colenewton1.blogspot.com/2007/02/skateboading.html' title='Skateboading'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08147096125921335860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g156/acaciaehrinn/Cole/cole9thbirthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
