<?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-2638598915837683798</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:53:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassio Flakeo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3460834511932014141</id><published>2009-07-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:28:37.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Family- I got a new blog. Check it out: www.cflake11.blogspot.com. See ya there!&lt;br /&gt;          -cassidy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3460834511932014141?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3460834511932014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3460834511932014141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3460834511932014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3460834511932014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3114361331831870526</id><published>2009-06-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:28:26.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joo...no it's Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjP5msthUfI/AAAAAAAAIus/4ztcO5e7BXo/s1600-h/cass,+and+joel.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjP5msthUfI/AAAAAAAAIus/4ztcO5e7BXo/s400/cass,+and+joel.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891625851343346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jensen, Joel, and me at the zoo: "I'm not afraid of animals," Joel said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Me again: For my Senior picture... JUST KIDDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjP5l0YxcqI/AAAAAAAAIuc/w9xvBT1Kw2w/s1600-h/cass+smile.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjP5l0YxcqI/AAAAAAAAIuc/w9xvBT1Kw2w/s400/cass+smile.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346891610731934370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cassidy(or me): With my hair back, make up, and dress nice all by myself! Plus I got this cool sunglasses f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;rom the dollar store!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjPhzaqKY3I/AAAAAAAAIuU/6kcbbXRsRJo/s1600-h/ammon,+pretson,+and+cass.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjPhzaqKY3I/AAAAAAAAIuU/6kcbbXRsRJo/s400/ammon,+pretson,+and+cass.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346865456064652146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ammon, Perston, and me on top of a big rock in the zoo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear family- How are everyone? Well,&lt;br /&gt;here are my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What time is it? It summer time!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER. YEAH BABY!!!! I've checked the Honor Roll, and it said that I have an 4.0 on my grades. Which means that I did really well!! I will be in High School when school start. It will be cool&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home: "Who made this dinner?" Dad asked. "Mom," Bethany said. "It tasted like stinkpot!"   Dad said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I clean the house, nothing much to say. I got really bored with mom, and dad, because Derek, and Dillon are always at works. So, I'm always looking forward to every night when Derek, and Dillon comes home from work so we can party every night. Bethany, and Grace came to our house too, it was fun to see them around, so I wouldn't bored to death.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drivers ED:"Okay Cassidy, You will have to drive a little bit to the left or else we will fall off the cliff!" Mr. Dunn; my drivers ed teacher said in a nervous voice. "Okay that is good Cassidy. Now make sure you look left to right to make sure there are no traffic on your way. Now don't...don't put too much gas or else....push the BREAKS!!!!"Mr. Dunn yelled. And we all died; R.I.P.J.K= Rest In Peace Just Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've started&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drivers ed, and it was not fun. I wakes up every moring at 7, and sat in the cold, boring, sleepy classroom for three freaking hours!!! Mr. Dunn even gave us homework to work on! LAME-O!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Boy I miss summer!" I said. After a few days later..."Boy I miss school!"I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, Melanie invited me to the zoo, and it was a lot of fun. Nothing much going on this summer lately to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clock alarm: "AAAAA, it's a earthquakes!!" I yelled after I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I got a cool clock alarm that help deaf people to wake up in the morning. I got it from a deaf friend from Meridian. She is really nice, and gave me her old clock alarm. It still works, and it helped too. It shakes my pillow in the morning. Sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wish that could do that to Derek, and Dillon. That would be AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "What Mom?"I asked. "I can't right now Mom! I'm in the middle of my blog to the family that I haven't written for a long time!" I yelled, "Mom! Can't you ever leave me in peace!!!" I yelled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry, I can't finish the rest of my blog, because mom wanted me to weed the dumb flowerbeds before the rain comes back again. Maybe when the pig fly I will write my blog again. But I got good news, Heather send me pictures that I wanted to show you. Please email me back!!! I miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;        Your crazy  youngest sister- Cassidy :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Peace out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3114361331831870526?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3114361331831870526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3114361331831870526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3114361331831870526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3114361331831870526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/06/joono-its-zoo.html' title='Joo...no it&apos;s Zoo'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SjP5msthUfI/AAAAAAAAIus/4ztcO5e7BXo/s72-c/cass,+and+joel.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-271371581295568250</id><published>2009-04-18T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:38:24.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Easter Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjCbWEl-I/AAAAAAAAH1s/EKo_RVwVUhM/s1600-h/luke,+jensen,+and+me.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjCbWEl-I/AAAAAAAAH1s/EKo_RVwVUhM/s400/luke,+jensen,+and+me.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326178402670254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Up) Picture of Me, Jensen, and Luke:&lt;br /&gt;(Lower) Picture of Me, Jensen, Rachel.G., and Amanda.Y. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjCC_CmrI/AAAAAAAAH1k/5p8_7EP_rO0/s1600-h/cass,+jensen,+Amanda,+Rachel+.G..aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjCC_CmrI/AAAAAAAAH1k/5p8_7EP_rO0/s400/cass,+jensen,+Amanda,+Rachel+.G..aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326178396131203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of Luke, and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjB-Of6cI/AAAAAAAAH1c/mXhi1boLonM/s1600-h/luke,+and+me.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjB-Of6cI/AAAAAAAAH1c/mXhi1boLonM/s400/luke,+and+me.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326178394853861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got those pictures from Heather. Thank Heather, you're cool. Anyway, sorry I'm not going to write anyway today, because I just mow the lawn, and just finished my Saturday jobs, plus I'm lazy. Maybe next time I will write some cool things that I did in my life. Miss ya all.&lt;br /&gt;                          from your youngest sister- Cassidy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-271371581295568250?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/271371581295568250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=271371581295568250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/271371581295568250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/271371581295568250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-easter-pictures.html' title='Some Easter Pictures...'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SepjCbWEl-I/AAAAAAAAH1s/EKo_RVwVUhM/s72-c/luke,+jensen,+and+me.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-32608834295610484</id><published>2009-03-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:33:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY stands for Especially For Youths, but is really stand for Everyone Forget You.</title><content type='html'>Hey Family-&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first "Best of EFY" thing. I was a little bit late, because I had a volleyball tournament. Bad news, no interpreter. I was mad, but I get to sit up front to understand what the speaker are talking about, plus they put up power point too. They used power point just to show us some examples that they are talking about. So, it was a lot easier for me understand them. There were two men that gave a long talk. One guy is a funny guy, but already married. (I have no idea why I said that.) And the other guy have a last named, "Loveland." No joke. I though it was funny that his last name is "Loveland". It would be cool if his last name would be "Candyland", like the game kids used to played. Anyway, the funny guy had told a lot of funny joke, that I laughed. If you don't mind, I would love to tell you one thing of what the funny guy told us. Okay, this is what he said: Every night me, and my wife always say a prayer before we go to bed. And my wife always prayed the longest. One night, while my wife said a prayer, I fell asleep, for I have no idea for how long. But I had a dreamed that my wife finally finished the praying. I suddenly yelled, "AMEN!!!" after I woke up while I was still kneeling, and my arms folded. My wife whispered, "SHHH!!! I wasn't finished yet!" "Darn it!" I said. Oh man, I laughed so hard that I haven't laughed for a really long time. I had a good time listening to the speaker, but I was pretty mad that I don't have an interpreter to sign for me. I almost fell asleep while Brother "Loveland" was giving a talk. After the speaker, we had dinner. Pizza, but it was cold pizza. There were a lot, and a lot of Youths there. Then, after dinner we had a dance. To be honest with you, I thought the dance was really hot in there! MAN, it was so hot, that I had to go to the hallway to get cold air to come to me. Please do not asked me how many guys danced with me at the EFY, because I didn't have a good time there. Don't ask me that either. Anyway, I had a good time at the "Best of EFY", but I was really worn-out from the volleyball tournament.&lt;br /&gt;                      Pleas email me back. Your youngest- cassidy &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry that I didn't say anything funny in this blog this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-32608834295610484?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/32608834295610484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=32608834295610484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/32608834295610484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/32608834295610484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/03/derek-good-night-ladiesgood-night.html' title='EFY stands for Especially For Youths, but is really stand for Everyone Forget You.'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-9002123284877164270</id><published>2009-02-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:56:52.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To be. Or not to be. That's the question."-"Hamlet" written by William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>Hey Family- Sorry that I haven't written in this blog for a LONG time! Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy reading about my life-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volleyball Club: I said, "Hey watch out for that..." A girl said, "OUCH!!!!" "...ball," I yelled nervously while I accident threw the ball at my volleyball coach's daughter. "Cassidy, please run five laps for throwing a ball at my perfect daughter." I yelled, "It was an ACCIDENT!!!" &lt;/span&gt;I has joined a volleyball club, because I thought it would be fun, but it went....ok...I guess. It was hard for me to understand what we were doing, but some of the girls were nice enough to example to me of what we had to do, or what I did wrong. Anyway, I went on my first volleyball tournament, and it was so LONG!!!!! I mean, you have NO IDEA!!! I had to play EIGHT GAMES, and I had to stay there for 12 HOURS!!! No joke! After the volleyball tournament was over, I was so sore, and very tired, but we were second place!!! We still have another volleyball tournament this week again, which I am totally NOT looking forward to. Man, it was a really long time, that I think that none of you guys want to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started watching the clock, and started to whispered, "20 more minutes...10 more minutes...5 more minutes...60 more seconds until school is over!" My teacher became mad, and yelled, "Stop being a CLOCKWATCHER!!!" Quickly, I went back to my work.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, during school was pretty interesting. During my history class, we learned about Rome, and Pompeii. It was pretty cool. We also learned about the Dark Ages too. During English class we learned about William Shakespeare, and we just read a book called "The Taming of the Shrew" that is written by Shakespeare. Have you ever read that book? I thought it was pretty interesting. "To be, or not to be. That's the question."-Hamlet written by Shakespeare....I think. I fell asleep during science class, I don't know why. I ALWAYS, ALWAYS fell asleep during science class. Maybe I thought it was really boring, or maybe, just maybe my science teacher is a sand man, or put us into a spell...a sleepy spell....scary. I'm always afraid of my math teacher, Mr.Dunn, because he totally remind me of Abraham Lincoln. No joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Fair:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD Grade-(Please don't tell Mom or Dad or else I will kill you in your SLEEP!!) &lt;/span&gt;We had to do a really dumb science fair. Grrr! I do not like science at ALL!!! I've decided to have a patenter for the boring science fair, Rachel Long. Do you know her? We were thinking about blowing-up eggs in the microwave like Derek did on his science fair about three years ago. But, we decided that it will not help our science grade, because I got a B on my science grade. I know it is good, but it is a B-(81%). If I didn't do well on our science fair, I'll probably have a C-, or a D+ on my science grade. Plus, I didn't want to clean out the eggs off the inside of the microwave after it has been brow-up. It would be gross, but it will be awesome too!! I didn't want that to happen or else Mom will KILL ME!!! Anyway, we've decided to do something GROSS. We decided to see if which white bread, and wheat bread will turn into MOLD the fastest!!! We thought it was so cool, and can hardly wait to see breads turn into mold!! We've already started, and we waited for one week, but still the breads didn't turn into mold...yet. So, we were pretty upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blindness: (JK) &lt;/span&gt;I started wearing contact, so I don't have to wear glasses!! It was really hard at first, but now I got along pretty well. It was so hard every times I put my contacts in, but Mom, and I said a prayer that I will be able to put in my contact on my eyeballs. And when I finally, FINALLY put my contact on, I yelled, "The Lord has answered our prayer!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Church: Ammon, Pertson, and Wesley  singing really high during church, "God be with you until we meet again!!!" I yelled, "BE QUIET!!!"&lt;/span&gt; During church was fine. During Sunday school we had hot chocolate, because I have no idea, but I think we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"COOL"&lt;/span&gt; people. And we had a coffee paper cup to put the hot chocolate in. After Sunday school, I told Derek, "Hey Derek, I'm drinking COFFEE in CHURCH!" I was trying to make Derek believe that I was actually drinking coffee, because I had this awesome paper cup, that looked like a coffee cup.   "Haha, very funny. You just had hot chocolate, not coffee." Man, why do Derek have to be too smart. I still have the awesome coffee paper cup in my room, I know it sounded wired, but it is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home:I asked,"Hey Mom, what's for dinner?" Mom smiled, and said, "Green Peas, and water." I said, "What else?" Mom said, "Oh, nothing else, just green peas." I was shocked, and said, "WHY!?!" Mom said, "We're on a diet, remember? Plus, Green peas are good for you." I murmur, "GGRRR..." &lt;/span&gt;I can't understand myself, because I always break by ACCIDENT things: Dad's car door, I ripped the trampoline, I broke the stairs' pole, I made a hole on the door, spilled root-beer on the carpet, etc... I just don't understand!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano: I did this for fun. It is not real. It is just a JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; said, "Now, what does this means? She showing me the sign on the flashcard: #.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said, "UUmmm, number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; said, "No, it's sharp. Now, what does this means?" Now she showing me the sign of this: Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said, "UUmmmm, it means really slow, and soft?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; became upset, "No silly, it means speed, and fast. (Sigh) Now, what does this means." Now that flashcard looked something really wired. It has the sign that said: CASSIDY FLAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said, "OH! OH! I know what that means!"&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; asked.&lt;br /&gt;"It's me!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;yelled, and knew that is the correct answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; said, "Yes, that is right, and a really dumb one too!"&lt;br /&gt;(NOW THAT WAS A JOKE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State Dance: A boy said, "So, do you like basketball?" I said, "Yeah." The boy said, "So, do you like baseball?" I shook my head,and said, "No." The boy said, "So, do you like football?" I shook my head, and said, "No." The boy said, "So, do you li-" I yelled at him, "Will you stop asking me dumb questions about sport!!!" After 3 minutes, the boy said, "Sorry. I like basketball too."&lt;/span&gt; I had a lot of fun dancing at the state dance on Valentine's Day with my friends.  I danced with six boys on that day. And yes, it is truth of what Heather said that I put make-up on by myself. And I think that is enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hoped that you all enjoyed my blog of what had happened to me. Please email me back as soon as possible, if you can. Have an AWESOME weekends, and I miss you all.    &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                                             Love your youngest crazy sister- Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Stay COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-9002123284877164270?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9002123284877164270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=9002123284877164270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/9002123284877164270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/9002123284877164270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-or-not-to-be-thats-question.html' title='&quot;To be. Or not to be. That&apos;s the question.&quot;-&quot;Hamlet&quot; written by William Shakespeare'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3889955832208609309</id><published>2009-01-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:50:41.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh!!! I am gotta bored to death!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Family- Sorry that I haven't written my blog for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:(Boring...) &lt;/span&gt;Well, I just turned 14 on Halloween. I invited five of my friends to come to my birthday party on the 30th. It was fun. I got some awesome presents that my friends gave me. My friend, Rachel.G. gave me so many different types of Reese's for my birthday. I mean you have no idea, I have so many Reese's that I can't eat the whole things!!! Anyway, it was great. I didn't have a family party, but all I got from Mom, and Whitney was a CD player, a special headphone for me to hear with my hearing aids, and a volleyball. And the next day, (the 31th) Mom, and Whitney, and I went to China food for Lunch, it was very yummy. Aunt Dana, and Grandma Emery were there at the China food place also. Aunt Dana gave me a little chocolate cake with a yellow rose on the center of the cake, and a gift card to Old Navy. Grandma Emery gave me a $10.00 bill, and I brought a yummy vanilla milkshake. Anyway, nothing much on my birthday, but I truing had a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My First Stake Dance:(You'll probably like this one) &lt;/span&gt;I had always begged mom, and dad to let me stay home from the stake dance, because I do not want to go. But they made me go anyway. When we got there, I sat in the car, and told my friends I am not going out of the car, but then my friends pulled me out of the car, and made me go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you leave me in peace, gosh!&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself. Anyway, Derek asked me to dance with him, and also Dillon too. There this one boy from Emmett who is shy. I can't remember his name, but when he asked me, I had to said yes, because it part of the rules. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid rules!!, &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself. Anyway, he won't let me take his arm like most boys let me put my arm around a boy's arm after a boy asked me to dance with him. So, I had tried to my hand through his arm, anyway he was the shy boy I've met at the stake dance. Sometimes, after I danced a few boys, Amanda, my friend came over to me, and said, "Man! Cassidy, you are so lucky! The boy just asked you to dance with him!!!" I said, "Yeah...so?" Amanda said, "SO!?!?! He is so HOT!!!" I was like, "Oh brother." while I rolled my eyes at her. Anyway, I didn't want to go again, but everyone kept making me come!!!! AAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sport: (Man...I'm getting FAT!) &lt;/span&gt;I finshed volleyball, and basketball. Now I am looking forward to track, but track isn't here until the spring. So, I had diecdied to join a volleyball club for someone's project of being a volleyball couch for a few weeks or so. Anyway, nothing much to say about sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School: (Me: ZZZZZ.... A Teacher: WAKE UP!!!)&lt;/span&gt; School is going good. During History we learned about Rome. And we watched a movie about Pompeii being destory by a volcanoe. I felt bad, but it was not boring though. Anyway, nothing much about school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all I can say. Sorry that I didn't say anything funny, or any cool pictures of things that I broke like: I broke Dad's car door, I ripped the trampoline, I broke a stairs pole, and etc. Sorry, I didn't feel like writing my blog today. Anyway, please email me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      -Crazio Cassio Flakeo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3889955832208609309?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3889955832208609309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3889955832208609309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3889955832208609309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3889955832208609309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-gosh-i-am-gotta-bored-to-death.html' title='Oh my gosh!!! I am gotta bored to death!!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-8958975942052504047</id><published>2008-10-12T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:55:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...My...Goodness...I'm...in...big...TROUBLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsHM5wDI/AAAAAAAAFFg/c7ZyeFh54ZM/s1600-h/PICT0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsHM5wDI/AAAAAAAAFFg/c7ZyeFh54ZM/s320/PICT0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355732407304242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I broke it by mistake. Mom was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsY0sB8I/AAAAAAAAFFo/tNx-ZsawEvI/s1600-h/PICT0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsY0sB8I/AAAAAAAAFFo/tNx-ZsawEvI/s320/PICT0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355737137579970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the size that I broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsrv2lJI/AAAAAAAAFFw/T4_3l3rfPGY/s1600-h/PICT0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsrv2lJI/AAAAAAAAFFw/T4_3l3rfPGY/s320/PICT0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256355742217573522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when Mom, and I tried to fixed it with glue...I guess it doesn't go well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay family, Here is what happen. Dillon had a Halloween party at his house, and Amanda were there also. We were chasing each other, and I was wearing socks. The floor was slipping, because I was wearing socks. I was scared that I might fell down, and hurt myself. In fact I wasn't thinking. Anyway, I grab the white stick...whatever you called that so I won't fell down, and broke by mistake. The guest that came to Dillon's Halloween party were shocked, and I didn't know what to do. So, after the Halloween party, Mom, and I had to fixed the dumb white stick with normal glue, and it went okay, but not very well. Anyway that is what happen.   It was so crazy, because this year I broke Dad's car door, I ripped the trampoline, and now this!!! Man...I I must be a deaf girl breaker!!! Anyway, please write me back! And just to let you know please try not to brake things like I did!!&lt;br /&gt;                                        your youngest sister- Cassidy Flake (The deaf girl breaker....Just kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-8958975942052504047?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8958975942052504047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=8958975942052504047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8958975942052504047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8958975942052504047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohmygoodnessiminbigtrouble.html' title='Oh...My...Goodness...I&apos;m...in...big...TROUBLE!!!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SPJTsHM5wDI/AAAAAAAAFFg/c7ZyeFh54ZM/s72-c/PICT0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-4714557022976888649</id><published>2008-10-04T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:44:06.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iota...delta...gamma...be quiet! I'm speaking Greek!</title><content type='html'>Dear family- I am doing good in my life. Here are things that I did so far. Enjoy read it. P.S. Sorry I don't have any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;: Everyday during History class my interpreter leave at 2:00P.M., right before my last class. I know....it is lame. But during history class I tried my best listening, tried to understand, and asked my friends what we are going to do. And all that stuff. We had to write a History story information in the computer lab, and I tried my best on it. In a few days or weeks, we got our paper back, and guess what...on my paper I got an B+!!!! I was glad that I did my best with my paper without an a interpreter, my History teacher came to me, and said, "Good Job." I was glad. There is something that I have got to tell you that is cool. In history class we are learning about Greek, and we learned the Greek ABC's. It was great, and very interning too. Anyway, I am doing well at school, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volleyball:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am in A team in volleyball which means that I am very good at volleyball. I am number 26 on my uniform. After we played a lot of volleyball games, we went to the volleyball tourment, and we were so nervous that we have no idea what is going to happen. But guess what.... after the volleyball tourment we won!!! We were number one, CHAMPION!!!! We started yelling, and cheering, and Mom were there to watched me, and she started crying that we won! Our coach was so happy that she wanted to jump!! We will get an award, and we are finished with volleyball until next year. I was shocked that we were number one at the volleyball tourment!!! Anyway, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Since Ashley went to college about two years ago, there was only Derek, Dillon, Mom, Dad, and me at home, well there is also Whitney, but she is going on a mission to ARRRgentina!! Our house is now quiet now, and nothing very much is going on at home, expect Whitney  got her mission call!!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all I did so far. See ya! I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;                             Your youngest sister (volleyball star)-JK- Cassidy Flake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-4714557022976888649?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4714557022976888649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=4714557022976888649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/4714557022976888649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/4714557022976888649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/argentinawait-i-didnt-say-that-i-said.html' title='Iota...delta...gamma...be quiet! I&apos;m speaking Greek!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-461244670398781764</id><published>2008-10-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:21:31.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Track Race" Poem</title><content type='html'>Dear family- Whitney wanted me to sent you guy the poem that I wrote about running in a race. When I finish my poem, and gave it to my teacher, she read it, and wrote down: Very Good. I got an A on my poem paper!!!! YAY!! I hope that you guy will enjoy reading my poem. ENJOY IT!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;                          love your youngest sister- Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The Track Race &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:65.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/FLAKEF~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/FLAKEF%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image002.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="100" width="87" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My whole body, and hands are started shaking&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like a fly stuck onto a spider web&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My tummy made me nervous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like butterflies flying into my tummy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I put my right foot behind the white line&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And my left foot behind my right foot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I rub, and shake my hands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I took a deep breath &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Before the race&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I looked slowly straight on my track &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;With both two white lines beside me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My legs are shaken, that I almost fell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Suddenly I heard the old man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Shot his gun &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Up the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I started my left foot first, and started running&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I ran as fast as I could&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like a tiger chasing a deer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I could see the finish line far away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Coming toward me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I ran, and ran&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;With my heartbeats beating so fast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like one second from a clock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My throat also dries&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like rock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The cold winds flew through my hair, and my face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My legs are very shaking, and wreak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I tried harder to finish my race&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I used my right hand up to my chain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Then my left hand up to my chain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Back, and forward….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When I was closer to the finish line&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I rise both of my arms, hands, and my head &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Up to the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I can feel the finish line’s cold ribbon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Against my tummy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ripped it in half&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like paper&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Suddenly I can hear crowd started cheering very loudly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I made myself slow down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Breath slowly with cold wind through my throat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I closed my eyes, and started to smile.&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;- By: Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/FLAKEF%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/FLAKEF%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-461244670398781764?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/461244670398781764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=461244670398781764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/461244670398781764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/461244670398781764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/track-race-poem.html' title='&quot;The Track Race&quot; Poem'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-8024360011639962130</id><published>2008-09-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:12:55.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEKKKK, IT THE BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLcvjHl1I/AAAAAAAADfo/3cnzwjjRznU/s1600-h/DSCF5032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLcvjHl1I/AAAAAAAADfo/3cnzwjjRznU/s320/DSCF5032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244595091989305170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in A team in volleyball, YAY!!!            Dillon-T, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLc-rGHnI/AAAAAAAADfw/7Q3mfPn0ef0/s1600-h/DSCF5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLc-rGHnI/AAAAAAAADfw/7Q3mfPn0ef0/s320/DSCF5050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244595096049294962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jutin, I pretty sure that you remeber this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLe-lfIDI/AAAAAAAADf4/HV-aUFQ5ymU/s1600-h/DSCF5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLe-lfIDI/AAAAAAAADf4/HV-aUFQ5ymU/s320/DSCF5052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244595130385506354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CREEPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLfbM00nI/AAAAAAAADgA/ZM-_eQHjxFQ/s1600-h/DSCF5054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLfbM00nI/AAAAAAAADgA/ZM-_eQHjxFQ/s320/DSCF5054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244595138066698866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear family- School has started, and I have been busy too. At volleyball I am in A Team, which means that I am very good at volleyball. I am in 8th Grade now, and I will be 14 years old next mouths. There is not very much to say about of what I did in my life, but I've got some awesome pictures. Enjoy it, and I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;                                 -Cassidy Flake :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-8024360011639962130?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8024360011639962130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=8024360011639962130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8024360011639962130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8024360011639962130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eeeekkkk-it-baby.html' title='EEEEKKKK, IT THE BABY!!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SMiLcvjHl1I/AAAAAAAADfo/3cnzwjjRznU/s72-c/DSCF5032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-8674687515968558996</id><published>2008-08-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:50:10.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Painful Life.....Just Kidding!!</title><content type='html'>Hey family- My summer are good, and fun. My School start on Aug. 21, 2008....I do not like school at all. Sorry that I haven't used the blog for a long time. Here are thing of what I did in my life....enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School: &lt;/span&gt;I ma going to be an 8th grader, and I am still in Middle School. In sport I am playing volleyball, basketball, and maybe track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sport: &lt;/span&gt;I went to volleyball camp, and after volleyball camp my whole body hurt really, really bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twin Falls Temple: &lt;/span&gt;I went there with the Young Women, and the temple is very pretty, and my favorite room of the Twin Falls temple was the "Celestial Room". That room was the brightest room I have seen in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horseshoe Bend Branch Girls Camp: (You'll going to like this one): &lt;/span&gt;At girls camp, we played a game called "Snipe Hunt", and I have never played that game before, and also I thought it was the dumbest game ever. The girls told us how to chase a cute, small bird. She said that we had to wear a swimming suit over our clothes, bring a pillow case, and put a red marker on your face. So we did that, but we also have to make the bird laugh so we can hear them, and so we can catch them. The only way is to make the bird laugh is us to bark at a tree, with your foot on the tree. So, we went in a dark place, and some girls were barking, and tried to catch them. My friend said, "Cassidy come on, we have to bark at the tree, and catch the bird!" I was so embarrassed. I closed my eyes, I put my foot on the tree with my swimming suit over my clothes, and I starting barking at the tree. "ARF, ARF, ARF!"  I was so embarrassed that I wanted to screamed!! When the dumb game was over...I have never saw a little bird...not even one. I thought to myself.....there isn't a real bird....some girls were making a little laughed, and tried to trick us. When I found out about that I was so embarrassed that I wore my swimming suit over my clothes, and bark at a tree for NO REASON!!!! If I heard that game called "Snipe Hunt" I swear that I will never ever play that dumbest game EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warts: &lt;/span&gt;I went to the doctor, and the doctor put some stuff to kill my warts, and it hurt really BAD!!! But after the stuff killed my wart, my wart become into a buses!!! And it looked GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat: &lt;/span&gt;Derek, Dillon, and I was going down to the school, but then we heard a sound said: Meow, meow". Derek said, "What is that sound?" So Derek opened the front car opened, and we saw a kitten's body, but we couldn't see the kitten's face. So Derek took the kitten out of the front car, and the kitten is ok, and is ALIVE!!! The kitten was one of our cat! I said, "How did the kitten get in there?!?!?" Derek named the kitten..."Stupid", because the kitten was so dumb to be in the car, he could kill himself. But I think that kitten is lucky, because he didn't die....or maybe he is a ghost!!AAAAA!!!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair-Cut: &lt;/span&gt;My hair was always boring, but then Whitney helped me to fix my hair nit boring, or always looked the same. Here is a picture of my new hair. Please tell me the truth about my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all I did for a few mouths, I has a lot of cool stuff to tell you.....but I'm too lazy...sorry maybe next time. I miss you all, and please email me back.&lt;br /&gt;                 Your littlest sister- Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My New Hair-Cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SKnsNbwE-YI/AAAAAAAADRQ/fb5fhwoLGS8/s1600-h/PICT0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SKnsNbwE-YI/AAAAAAAADRQ/fb5fhwoLGS8/s320/PICT0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235975757326776706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SKnlJHAGYwI/AAAAAAAADRI/XLxci4xyvMM/s1600-h/PICT0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-8674687515968558996?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8674687515968558996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=8674687515968558996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8674687515968558996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/8674687515968558996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-painful-lifejust-kidding.html' title='What A Painful Life.....Just Kidding!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SKnsNbwE-YI/AAAAAAAADRQ/fb5fhwoLGS8/s72-c/PICT0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3311220301242307385</id><published>2008-07-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:04:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Have A PAR-TY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvaugecOpI/AAAAAAAAC5A/IPOmi5jXtAo/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvaugecOpI/AAAAAAAAC5A/IPOmi5jXtAo/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008685392673426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvau79473I/AAAAAAAAC5I/vQsP5AncANo/s1600-h/paul,+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvau79473I/AAAAAAAAC5I/vQsP5AncANo/s320/paul,+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008692772335474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvavLWqj_I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/WrfagXHKc7Q/s1600-h/betha,+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvavLWqj_I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/WrfagXHKc7Q/s320/betha,+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008696902782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvavoN_-tI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/8rn4S-J47IE/s1600-h/me+and+bump+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvavoN_-tI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/8rn4S-J47IE/s320/me+and+bump+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008704651066066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvawObEOsI/AAAAAAAAC5g/9Jmc3ufu30g/s1600-h/deer+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvawObEOsI/AAAAAAAAC5g/9Jmc3ufu30g/s320/deer+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008714906417858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear family- I am finally home from CA. I went to girls camp, and it was very AWESOME!! Here are some pictures, I hope that you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;          -Cassidy&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOELFL%7E2/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3311220301242307385?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3311220301242307385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3311220301242307385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3311220301242307385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3311220301242307385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-have-par-ty.html' title='Let Have A PAR-TY!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SHvaugecOpI/AAAAAAAAC5A/IPOmi5jXtAo/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-4861816553107012438</id><published>2008-06-30T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:24:37.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP....The Dolls Are ALIVE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKIk3gB9I/AAAAAAAACrw/LCnjG3E7WWo/s1600-h/DSCI1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217783154481301458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKIk3gB9I/AAAAAAAACrw/LCnjG3E7WWo/s320/DSCI1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, and Grace....what is so funny Grace!?!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKI9y8_xI/AAAAAAAACr4/6b4pcHuIiBI/s1600-h/DSCI1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217783161173114642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKI9y8_xI/AAAAAAAACr4/6b4pcHuIiBI/s320/DSCI1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The really, really SCARY dolls in Grace's room...AAAAA!!!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKJUQPnEI/AAAAAAAACsA/XG9AVOkPT0o/s1600-h/DSCI1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217783167201549378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKJUQPnEI/AAAAAAAACsA/XG9AVOkPT0o/s320/DSCI1152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a million of dolls in Grace's room...HELP!!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIfj0jd0I/AAAAAAAACrI/tkggCRunChs/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781350314243906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIfj0jd0I/AAAAAAAACrI/tkggCRunChs/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace, and me at the small park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIgM6AzeI/AAAAAAAACrQ/u_145WV_63k/s1600-h/DSCI1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781361342991842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIgM6AzeI/AAAAAAAACrQ/u_145WV_63k/s320/DSCI1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, and the Jelly Belly. Big....YUMMY JellyBean. HEH, HEH, HEH...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIgnJ0YwI/AAAAAAAACrY/hWzWzUYzABY/s1600-h/DSCI1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781368388608770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIgnJ0YwI/AAAAAAAACrY/hWzWzUYzABY/s320/DSCI1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul, Bethany, and I cleaned the fish tank, it was alot of work, and very dirty too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIhH3L45I/AAAAAAAACrg/4PHzF87OrXk/s1600-h/DSCI1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781377168827282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIhH3L45I/AAAAAAAACrg/4PHzF87OrXk/s320/DSCI1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay, the fish tank is CLEAN!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIhn8ZF2I/AAAAAAAACro/_LCCvlG0Dwk/s1600-h/DSCI1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781385780598626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlIhn8ZF2I/AAAAAAAACro/_LCCvlG0Dwk/s320/DSCI1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This black fish that has an orange tail is named "Shark", he is the fish killer. He killed a lot of fish in the fish tank. When I was here in Bethany's house, he killed almost three fish while I was here. Bad fish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear family- I am doing good in CA with Bethany, Paul, and Grace. I went to the Jelly Belly Factory, and it was pretty cool. Sometimes I didn't like the jelly beans that I ate, and sometimes I do like it. Sorry, there is not a lot to say of what I did in CA, but I am coming home pretty SOON...YAY!!! Sorry that I couldn't make my blog very cool this time, but maybe next time. See ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cassidy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Stay cool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-4861816553107012438?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4861816553107012438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=4861816553107012438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/4861816553107012438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/4861816553107012438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/helpthe-dolls-is-alive.html' title='HELP....The Dolls Are ALIVE!!!!!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SGlKIk3gB9I/AAAAAAAACrw/LCnjG3E7WWo/s72-c/DSCI1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3716358948454359273</id><published>2008-06-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:20:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot California Dude!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from California, I hope that you will like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of the flowers that I picked, very pretty huh?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxvqrC9PI/AAAAAAAACe0/3eYn0t9-IxA/s1600-h/DSCI1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689788683089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxvqrC9PI/AAAAAAAACe0/3eYn0t9-IxA/s320/DSCI1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me with the very pretty flowers on my hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxKUBbE9I/AAAAAAAACeM/1VTNGLEMKA4/s1600-h/DSCI1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689146947769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxKUBbE9I/AAAAAAAACeM/1VTNGLEMKA4/s320/DSCI1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a picture of me, and some pink, and white pretty flowers behind me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxKnJRYPI/AAAAAAAACeU/YMGEAdWaHGk/s1600-h/DSCI1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689152080961778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxKnJRYPI/AAAAAAAACeU/YMGEAdWaHGk/s320/DSCI1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Bethany, Paul, and Grace with the pretty flowers behind them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxLW1EVZI/AAAAAAAACec/yLQ5gbFds-Y/s1600-h/DSCI1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689164881122706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxLW1EVZI/AAAAAAAACec/yLQ5gbFds-Y/s320/DSCI1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the flowers that I picked while we went for a walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxL4OsrOI/AAAAAAAACek/G3iHWSCfecQ/s1600-h/DSCI1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689173846994146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxL4OsrOI/AAAAAAAACek/G3iHWSCfecQ/s320/DSCI1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cool picture of a little lizard, I hope that you can see it well, cause it is really AWESOME!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxMBKvFnI/AAAAAAAACes/g72fWUtUeLU/s1600-h/DSCI1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689176246294130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxMBKvFnI/AAAAAAAACes/g72fWUtUeLU/s320/DSCI1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me with some white flowers behind my ear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcur9qjvZI/AAAAAAAACeE/GNEDG9a2UHY/s1600-h/DSCI1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686426526956946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcur9qjvZI/AAAAAAAACeE/GNEDG9a2UHY/s320/DSCI1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, and the white flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcuJhfr-EI/AAAAAAAACd8/zafk51Z2PAA/s1600-h/DSCI1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685834849613890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcuJhfr-EI/AAAAAAAACd8/zafk51Z2PAA/s320/DSCI1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was playing some card game with Paul, and Bethany, it was fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFctjA_xp7I/AAAAAAAACd0/W34LLH2nGDw/s1600-h/DSCI1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685173290805170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFctjA_xp7I/AAAAAAAACd0/W34LLH2nGDw/s320/DSCI1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bethany took this picture, I looked ugly!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcs-k2D-8I/AAAAAAAACds/ALyEzjkkSH4/s1600-h/DSCI1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212684547258579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcs-k2D-8I/AAAAAAAACds/ALyEzjkkSH4/s320/DSCI1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Grace that has ice cream on her face, she almost looked like a little man with white beard...HA!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcsIARXC9I/AAAAAAAACdk/EIsEaB78PtU/s1600-h/DSCI1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212683609728027602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcsIARXC9I/AAAAAAAACdk/EIsEaB78PtU/s320/DSCI1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me with chocolate from my ice cream, around my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcrntLSh-I/AAAAAAAACdc/z6vbkKN52t0/s1600-h/DSCI1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212683054846478306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcrntLSh-I/AAAAAAAACdc/z6vbkKN52t0/s320/DSCI1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to take a picture of myself with my own hand...I guess I wasn't very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcqbtqZFuI/AAAAAAAACdU/Qx492XupLVg/s1600-h/DSCI1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212681749306873570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcqbtqZFuI/AAAAAAAACdU/Qx492XupLVg/s320/DSCI1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of a Baseball game that we went, pretty cool huh?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcpLYPuNHI/AAAAAAAACdM/3JLKtgL_KPw/s1600-h/DSCI1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212680369168331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcpLYPuNHI/AAAAAAAACdM/3JLKtgL_KPw/s320/DSCI1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is a really cool trees in CA-(In Bethany's back yard):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcoCpwGJ6I/AAAAAAAACdE/sjWRmQC7SgQ/s1600-h/DSCI0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212679119737071522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcoCpwGJ6I/AAAAAAAACdE/sjWRmQC7SgQ/s320/DSCI0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Family-I went to Sacramento, California for 3 weeks with Bethany, Paul, and Grace. Sometimes I had a great time, and sometimes I didn't. Bethany taught me a lot of things in CA, I mostly learned about the Book of Mormon. Here are things that Bethany taught me a lot, a little bit, or sometimes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Book of Mormon- A lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tithing- Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Money- Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. To tell Time- A lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How to take care of baby- A little bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How to cook dinner- A lot, and sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are things that I learn so far in CA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bethany's house looked very nice, and it belong to a dead old lady. When Bethany showed me around her house, she showed me of where I am going to sleep. I slept in Grace's room, in Grace's room has a lot of dolls staring at us. I was scared that maybe the dolls will be alive during minight, and kill me in my sleep, but they didn't, I'm glad. But they are freaking me out! Anyway, her back yard, and her front yard looked very pretty, a lot of pretty flowers, some cool trees, and it is very, very hot outside. I was sometimes not homesick, and sometimes I am home sick. I miss my friends, family, and my home in Horseshoe Bend. When I went outside in CA, they have very pretty colorful sky, when it is almost night time. Everytime I water the plants, the sky are always have pretty colors like: Blue, orange, yellow, purple, and pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are things what I &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;, or know about California:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Very pretty flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Really cool trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Very pretty, colorful sky, when it is almost night time, "sun set"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. At church, they had a Young Women Pres. who knows sign language! No fair!! I met her at mutual, and she is really nice, and she made me felt welcome too. When I went to my first mutual at church in CA, there are not very many Young Women, because some of them are out of town. When I went to my first church in CA, it was really, really cold, also Bethany and I was freezen, alright let just say I was almost freezen to DEATH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are things what I &lt;strong&gt;dislike&lt;/strong&gt;, or know about California:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Very hot outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I go to a store, everythings cost so much money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I look at people in CA, they looked really weird, I don't know why, I just think that they are really weird somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Do I like Sacramento, California?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don't. I found out that CA has no snow at all, when it winter time, I love to play in the snow, cause it's fun. CA don't have snow, and CA only rain just a little bit. I love rain, rain are my favorite weather in the world! So, my answer is: No, I don't like CA, because it doesn't have what I like, and in fact CA cost a lot of money!! But still, I &lt;strong&gt;a little bit&lt;/strong&gt; like CA, even those people in CA are weird, and has no snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on June 12, 2008, we had the missionary come over to our house for dinner, and one guy is from Utah, and the other guy is from Germany. Bethany, and I made dinner, and the missionary liked them a lot. Bethany told them that I am staying for 3 weeks to learn about the book of Mormon, and tithing. When it was time for them to go, and Paul went with them to help them out, and when Paul came home. He said that the mission thought I was not Mormon, because Bethany told them that I stayed here for 3 weeks to learn about the book of Mormon, and tithing, and they thought I was not Mormon, because I don't understand the book of Mormon. I just can't believe that a missionary didn't know that I am MORMON!!! I was mad, that I wanted to hit him, the guy from Utah. He the one that thought I wasn't Mormon. I was so shock that I thought that I was dreaming. But I am glad that Paul explained to the missionary that I am deaf, and that I couldn't hear well, and that I learn slow, because the book of Mormon is really hard to understand. If someone thought that I wasn't Mormon, because I don't understand the book of Mormon, I am going to be very shock!!! Oh my goodness, I just can't BELIEVE IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think that is all I could think of what had happened to me in CA. Have a good summer, and please make sure that you tell all the missionary that you are Mormon, and also please tell them that your little sister who's named is Cassidy Flake is Mormon too. (Just Kidding!) I miss all of you, and please email me back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Love Your Youngest Sister, Cassidy Flake :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3716358948454359273?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3716358948454359273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3716358948454359273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3716358948454359273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3716358948454359273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-california-dude.html' title='Hot California Dude!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SFcxvqrC9PI/AAAAAAAACe0/3eYn0t9-IxA/s72-c/DSCI1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-7396109027914688874</id><published>2008-04-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:58:16.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BSU Track Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPfX2d0hsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/tTANtHvqafc/s1600-h/DSCF0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPfX2d0hsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/tTANtHvqafc/s320/DSCF0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193740396138890946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear family- Here are some pictures that Whitney took from BSU Track Meet. Mom, and Whitney came to BSU to watch me, and I did my best, and did well on discus, and shot put. Those are the two things that I was good at track, and did it in BSU Track Meet. But I didn't win anything, but I did my best on it. Dad woke me up at about 6:15a.m. to get to the school bus at 7:00a.m. to go to BSU Track Meet. This morning was really cold, but about at noon it was getting warm. After the track meet, I went home, and took a nap. Mom told me that I took about 2 hours of nap, wired  huh? Well, have a good weekend, and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture of Whitney, Mom, and me:&lt;br /&gt;Mom(talking on the cell phone), and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPXTmd0hcI/AAAAAAAACEQ/SIhFY6gxXXQ/s1600-h/DSCF0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPXTmd0hcI/AAAAAAAACEQ/SIhFY6gxXXQ/s320/DSCF0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193731527031424450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, and Whitney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYZGd0heI/AAAAAAAACEg/dq1_JCXmxtI/s1600-h/DSCF0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYZGd0heI/AAAAAAAACEg/dq1_JCXmxtI/s320/DSCF0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193732721032332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney, and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPZLmd0hgI/AAAAAAAACEw/Aq6wyLymkcs/s1600-h/DSCF0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPZLmd0hgI/AAAAAAAACEw/Aq6wyLymkcs/s320/DSCF0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193733588615726594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My discus pictures from BSU Track Meet-(that Whitney took pictures of):&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are sideway, or not in the right way, because I don't know how to do it. So, please don't cry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYy2d0hfI/AAAAAAAACEo/gnEdyw0ZhUc/s1600-h/DSCF0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYy2d0hfI/AAAAAAAACEo/gnEdyw0ZhUc/s320/DSCF0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193733163413964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPZkWd0hhI/AAAAAAAACE4/5SGH-TjR25c/s1600-h/DSCF0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPZkWd0hhI/AAAAAAAACE4/5SGH-TjR25c/s320/DSCF0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193734013817488914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPaYWd0hjI/AAAAAAAACFI/Clb7e511wbg/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPaYWd0hjI/AAAAAAAACFI/Clb7e511wbg/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193734907170686514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPbEGd0hkI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ofBRYsdYCas/s1600-h/DSCF0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPbEGd0hkI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ofBRYsdYCas/s320/DSCF0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193735658789963330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPbh2d0hlI/AAAAAAAACFY/paYvXc_LNds/s1600-h/DSCF0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPbh2d0hlI/AAAAAAAACFY/paYvXc_LNds/s320/DSCF0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193736169891071570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYDmd0hdI/AAAAAAAACEY/g9dRun8eObw/s1600-h/DSCF0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPYDmd0hdI/AAAAAAAACEY/g9dRun8eObw/s320/DSCF0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193732351665145298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures of Shot Put from BSU Track Meet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPckGd0hmI/AAAAAAAACFg/nscbc7_8u-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPckGd0hmI/AAAAAAAACFg/nscbc7_8u-Y/s320/DSCF0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193737308057405026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPdhmd0hoI/AAAAAAAACFw/1PrVfW34coY/s1600-h/DSCF0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPdhmd0hoI/AAAAAAAACFw/1PrVfW34coY/s320/DSCF0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193738364619359874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPc7Wd0hnI/AAAAAAAACFo/0XUvKe8yats/s1600-h/DSCF0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPc7Wd0hnI/AAAAAAAACFo/0XUvKe8yats/s320/DSCF0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193737707489363570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPeSGd0hqI/AAAAAAAACGA/kVvTkz21qkU/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The shot put ball weigh 8 lbs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPexmd0hrI/AAAAAAAACGI/f631Ct3g36k/s1600-h/DSCF0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPexmd0hrI/AAAAAAAACGI/f631Ct3g36k/s320/DSCF0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193739739008894642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPeSGd0hqI/AAAAAAAACGA/kVvTkz21qkU/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPeSGd0hqI/AAAAAAAACGA/kVvTkz21qkU/s320/DSCF0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193739197843015330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPfX2d0hsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/tTANtHvqafc/s1600-h/DSCF0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was the best picture of me doing shot put:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPfX2d0hsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/tTANtHvqafc/s320/DSCF0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193740396138890946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By: Cassidy Flake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-7396109027914688874?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7396109027914688874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=7396109027914688874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/7396109027914688874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/7396109027914688874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/bsu-track-meet.html' title='BSU Track Meet'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SBPfX2d0hsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/tTANtHvqafc/s72-c/DSCF0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-6767632642517625406</id><published>2008-04-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:44:10.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap........</title><content type='html'>"Okay everybody.... say "CHEESE"!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu3H2TK2pI/AAAAAAAACCI/RWxa-lb8_fs/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu3H2TK2pI/AAAAAAAACCI/RWxa-lb8_fs/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191444340937513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey family- Here are a list of things of what I did, and what I did fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; I am doing good in school, and I did my best in school, and everything. I only have a few more weeks until the last day of school!!! (sigh) I am so happy that school is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: &lt;/span&gt;I am doing good in church like always, and guess what? I am the Beehive President in the Horseshoe Bend Branch, pretty cool huh? I was in Young Women class, and Mom, and Dad was in my class, I was like: What are you doing here? Now I found out that I am going to be the Beehive President, and I guess that someone has forgot to tell me that I was going to be one. I wish that I don't want to be the Beehive President, but Mom said that it is good for others people, and stuff that I don't know what she is talking about, because I was mad. I was mad because I didn't want to be one, and no one told me, and because I don't want me be one, because I am CRAZY...I think I am. Anyway, that is what is going on in church in my life in April 2008...I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track: &lt;/span&gt;I am doing good in track, and I ran a lot, but still fat. I did shot put,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;discus, 100 meter, 200 meter, and 100 medley, and maybe more if the coaches wanted me to do. On my first track meet Mom, and Dad couldn't come, because Uncle Scott was having birthday party, and I don't mind Mom, and Dad can't come to the track meet, because there will be another track meet for me to do too. On my first track meet I did discus, and I got a ribbon, I was the 8th place on discus, pretty cool huh? On my 100 meter, and 200 meter was okay. I past my 200 meter times, than before like for an example: Last year on my 200 meter I got 39.5, I think, and this year on my 200 meter I got 38.5. And if I past my times on the race I will get candy! After when my first track meet was over, I got 3 candy, which means I past the times than last year, I past my times on my 200 meter, and I threw farther on my shot put, and discus than last year, awesome huh? On my second track meet, Mom could come, bur Dad came for a little while, but Dad saw me on my shot put, and my "warm-up" discus. On my shot put, I might go to the BSU, because I think that I was 3rd place, but I am not so sure about that, but I think so. Dad saw it, and he thought that it was cool, and I can't remember the other word that Dad said. Anyway, during my second track meet, I was so hot, because it was so hot outside, like summer, and Dad was wearing his sleeve on, he didn't roll them up?!?!, but he did wore a green hat, that said "Boise Police Officer" I think, but it was written by a black marker. I told Dad "Dad, why the hat said that, because I think that is pretty weird." Dad said "I found it in the car." Duh! Anyway, when Dad left I threw the discus far about 48. something I can't remember, but I am not sure if I past the times than my times from last track meet, but I think that I will find out on Monday, if I will get a candy or not. On my 100 meter, I am not sure if I past my times than last track meet, and I have a feeling that I didn't past my 100 meter times than past time. On my 100 medley, it make me like I was a famous runner, But I am not, but I just feel it. When I feel it, I thought that I was awesome, but I don't think so. I am not sure if I past my times on that either, but I will find out everything on my times, and stuff I think on Monday, yeah I think so. After my second track meet was over, I got a sun burn, because it was so hot outside, Whew! I did my best in track, and everything. Hey I have another track meet on Thursday this week, please wish me luck! If you do, I'll give you a pieces of candy, just kidding, but please do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home: &lt;/span&gt;I am doing good at home, Derek, and Dillon are still the crazy brothers I have at home, and still bored from Mom, Dad, Derek, and Dillon, but I was pretty busy with stuff from school. On Friday, I had no school. After the temple trip, I got home, and I was jumping on the trampoline without my shoes. And when I was jumping, and I heard a ripped sound like this: "RIPPPP!" well, kind of like that sound, but it doesn't said "rip", it just made a sound that is "called" "rip", get it? Anyway, I felt like I had fell into a hole, but I didn't. I got off the trampoline, and saw a hole in the middle of the trampoline. I was like: Oh snap..... Mom, and Dad are going to kill me for sure. I was jumping on the trampoline WITHOUT my shoes, get it? I didn't do it on propose, it was an mistake, okay!?!?! I told Mom, and Dad about it, and Dad said " How did you do it?" I said " I don't know how it happen, but all I did was jumping on the trampoline, and it ripped, and I did it WITHOUT MY SHOES!!!" So, Mom, and Dad didn't really frank-out, and I was glad that they didn't kill me, Whew! Well, here are some pictures of the trampoline that I killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces: &lt;/span&gt;I got my bottom braces on, and it hurt. Here are some pictures of me with my top, and bottom braces on my teeth. I tried to take a picture of my teeth by myself, and I think it is a good pictures, but it is really a ugly pictures of me. Well, that is what is going on in my life in April 2008, I think, and in April 2008 of what is happening in my life is the trampoline. Have a great weekend, and try nit to brake anything like I did, because I am the little sister breaker, because I always breaks things, get it?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        From your little breaker sister- Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt;                                      Picture of me with my top, and bottom braces on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu0_WTK2lI/AAAAAAAACBo/0OaFuwvnGxU/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu0_WTK2lI/AAAAAAAACBo/0OaFuwvnGxU/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191441995885369938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Picture of me with my top, and bottom braces on (again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu0pWTK2kI/AAAAAAAACBg/5mjm3meFWyY/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu0pWTK2kI/AAAAAAAACBg/5mjm3meFWyY/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191441617928247874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of the trampoline that has a hole, and the one I killed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu1mmTK2mI/AAAAAAAACBw/J2j_Ku8V17s/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu1mmTK2mI/AAAAAAAACBw/J2j_Ku8V17s/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191442670195235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a hole!:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu2IGTK2nI/AAAAAAAACB4/PNNVtTyosOo/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu2IGTK2nI/AAAAAAAACB4/PNNVtTyosOo/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191443245720853106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh Snap......":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu2hWTK2oI/AAAAAAAACCA/2rEQNcxCQJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu2hWTK2oI/AAAAAAAACCA/2rEQNcxCQJ0/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191443679512550018" 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/2638598915837683798-6767632642517625406?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6767632642517625406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=6767632642517625406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/6767632642517625406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/6767632642517625406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-snap.html' title='Oh snap........'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/SAu3H2TK2pI/AAAAAAAACCI/RWxa-lb8_fs/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-2404351959113572567</id><published>2008-03-15T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:30:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait....did you say...GLASSES???</title><content type='html'>Hey family- I am doing good in school like always, and my Dad's car's door is fixed, good. I had signed up for track, because it is good for our body, and it is very good for our heart. Anyway, last week on Wednesday Mom, and I went to Boise to my have eyes check, because I couldn't see the words far, and couldn't see the people's face or their eyes very well either, when my teachers writes things on the board or show us something on the "power point" it was not very clear. So, we went in there, and the lady asked me some question, and showed me some of the letters that is far to see if I can see the letter far, and all that crazy stuff. After she is done with me, and  was going to get the eye doctor, she put one dropped in my eyes, and put one dropped in my other eyes, when she does that it hurt my eyes like it was going to burned the inside of my eyes, OW! After a few min. the black dot in the middle of my eyes you know like everyone have a small black dot in the middle of your eyes, and than whatever color you have is around the black dot in the middle of your eyes. Anyway it turned huge, bigger then the green colors around of my eyes! It was so huge that my eyes was just black with no color at all! The lady put drops in my eyes, because when the eye doctor come, he is going to check the inside of my eyes. I was like: How is he going to do that, pull my eyes out, and looked inside of my head? So, when he came, he use a light, and put it really closer to my eyes, it hurt, and it made my eyes watering like I was going to crying. WWAAAAA! Just kidding, but my eyes was watering. Anyway he looked close to my eyes to look to the "inside" of my eyes. After the eye doctor checked my eyes, he said that I have to wear.....GLASSES! AAAAAA!!! OH NO!!!!!! I have to be deaf, and wear glasses!?!? I don't think so! He said that my eyes are going to get worst, and worst "slowly". I was like: I am going to have a PAINFUL LIFE!!! So, after that we was going to buy some glasses, but before we go, the lady came and gave me a really huge black sunglasses. I was like: What it for? The lady said that I have to wear it, because my huge black eyes is not going away until for 24 hours. If I don't wear it than it will be so bright, that it will hurt my eyes, because it was sunny outside. So, I put it on, and it felt like I am a blind person, that was born blind, but I am glad that I wasn't born blind, but I born deaf. When I put it on, everything was so dark, that it was like nighttime, and the sun was not very bright. After 24 hours I can see without my huge "sunglass" on, and have to wear glasses to school. I always thought that I was so ugly, dumb, and a freak. But Mom, Dad, Derek, Dillon, and some of my friends thought that I looked really good in it, and I look good. I always thought that they was just saying that just to make me feel better, and I wish I could read their mind to see if they were telling the truth about me wearing my glasses, but I don't have any super power. Anyway, here are some picture (with my own camera from Christmas) of me with my glasses on, and the"huge sunglasses" to protect my eyes from the "brightness" I am going to need brightness, the sun, because our body need energy. Our body need the sun, because the sun is our energy, I learned that from science. Anyway, please tell me the truth of what I looked like, and don't.... even...lie... Well, that is what is going on in my life in March...I think? Whitney made up a joke, she said "Cassidy have glasses, hearing aid, and braces hahahaha!" I don't think it a joke, but the family thought it was funny. Dad made up a joke too, he said "When you wear glasses, you will have "FOUR" eyes." It make sense, but doesn't think that was funny. Oh well, I guess it is just life. Well, have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;From your little deaf, and glasses sister- Cassidy Flake&lt;br /&gt;                                                  "Cool Huge Sunglasses Dude!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x-woA0AHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/T3m8uz0BGRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x-woA0AHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/T3m8uz0BGRQ/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178153045408874610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             AAAAA!!! She is so scary, and ugly! HELP!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x-VoA0AGI/AAAAAAAABuI/znAHyUBon4g/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x-VoA0AGI/AAAAAAAABuI/znAHyUBon4g/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178152581552406626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Looking good...:&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x9_YA0AFI/AAAAAAAABuA/3DAsFapkA-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x9_YA0AFI/AAAAAAAABuA/3DAsFapkA-Y/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178152199300317266" 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/2638598915837683798-2404351959113572567?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2404351959113572567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=2404351959113572567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/2404351959113572567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/2404351959113572567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/03/waitdid-you-sayglasses.html' title='Wait....did you say...GLASSES???'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R9x-woA0AHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/T3m8uz0BGRQ/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-1982755390606943848</id><published>2008-02-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:40:57.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...Oh...</title><content type='html'>Dear Family-&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good in school, and there was something going on in my life. Okay, on Feb. 19, 2008 Derek, Dillon, and I went to a big movie called "Spiderwink", and Dad decided to come to the big movie with us. The movie was cool, and awesome. After the movie Derek, Dillon, and I was in Mom's car, and Dad was in his car. We were driving  home together, and on the way to the mailbox, I got a letter from Bethany. When Derek, Dillon, and I got in the garage, I was reading my letter from Bethany. While I open the door, and I heard "RRRRR!!!!". I looked up, and saw that I accident opened the door, and hit right at Dad's car's door! I gasp, and I was like Oh...wow, I am in big trouble. Dad made a face like sad, mad, and shocked that  His car's door was in really bad shape. I was totally in big trouble. Mom, and Dad was so mad that they had to pay $750 to fix Dad's car's door. I don't have to pay, or get spanking, or get send to a gypsy well....almost. All I had to do is to said sorry to Dad, and his car.  Hey, you listen to me! I didn't do it on purpose, I did an accident, okay!?! Anyway, here are two picture of Dad's car's door that was in really bad shape with my new camera.  That was totally happened in my life. Well, have a good weekend, and please be really careful with your CAR'S DOOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R75DySVpZjI/AAAAAAAABj8/ZjnNty3Vydw/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R75DySVpZjI/AAAAAAAABj8/ZjnNty3Vydw/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169643953463060018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R75EIyVpZkI/AAAAAAAABkE/3_cZ-fUYV1s/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R75EIyVpZkI/AAAAAAAABkE/3_cZ-fUYV1s/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169644340010116674" 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/2638598915837683798-1982755390606943848?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1982755390606943848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=1982755390606943848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/1982755390606943848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/1982755390606943848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/uhoh.html' title='Uh...Oh...'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R75DySVpZjI/AAAAAAAABj8/ZjnNty3Vydw/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3052153116199693341</id><published>2008-01-31T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:38:12.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Pretzel Dude!</title><content type='html'>Hey family- I am doing good in school, and stuff. There is really nothing going on in my life, but on Thursday they cancel school, because of the snow. It was snowing like 3 or 4 hours, and it is about 3in tall! It was so cool. Anyway, I got along with my braces now, and stuff. Here is a picture of Dillon, and the Pretzel, and the pretzel said " Buy Some Toys" I put it in the blog, because I thought it was pretty cool. Well, have a good weekend......with the snow.&lt;br /&gt;                                                        -Cassidy- the coolest                                          Dillon with the Pretzel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6IGrIwV31I/AAAAAAAABXc/0fJbhLhmaV0/s1600-h/IMG_0018_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6IGrIwV31I/AAAAAAAABXc/0fJbhLhmaV0/s320/IMG_0018_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161695461074394962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                      The pretzel that said "Buy Some Toys":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6IHN4wV32I/AAAAAAAABXk/LGeRqwoaReU/s1600-h/IMG_0017_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6IHN4wV32I/AAAAAAAABXk/LGeRqwoaReU/s320/IMG_0017_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161696058074849122" 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/2638598915837683798-3052153116199693341?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3052153116199693341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3052153116199693341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3052153116199693341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3052153116199693341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cool-pretzel-dude.html' title='Cool Pretzel Dude!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6IGrIwV31I/AAAAAAAABXc/0fJbhLhmaV0/s72-c/IMG_0018_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3351958246137262741</id><published>2008-01-08T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:10:01.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>Hey family- On Jan. 2, 2008 I went to Boise with Mom, and had braces. I got braces on top of my teeth, but not on my bottom teeth, because I have to wait until my top teeth move a little than I will have my braces on the bottom of my teeth. After I got my braces on top of my teeth I went home, and my top teeth hurt so bad that I took a very long nap so that I can get along with it. After my nap it was dinner time, and when I was started to eat my top teeth felt so tight that it really hurt. But now I got used to it, I can eat fine, and I can brush my teeth just fine too. Well, that is what I did in my life in Jan. 2008.&lt;br /&gt;                   -Cassie- the coolest:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6OmRowV4DI/AAAAAAAABZU/9ZIAXW3-2gI/s1600-h/IMG_0016_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6OmRowV4DI/AAAAAAAABZU/9ZIAXW3-2gI/s320/IMG_0016_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162152419824885810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R4RbvajFhBI/AAAAAAAABL0/6T_5FxqEMjs/s1600-h/IMG_0013_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R4RbvajFhBI/AAAAAAAABL0/6T_5FxqEMjs/s320/IMG_0013_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153344743757153298" 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/2638598915837683798-3351958246137262741?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3351958246137262741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3351958246137262741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3351958246137262741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3351958246137262741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6OmRowV4DI/AAAAAAAABZU/9ZIAXW3-2gI/s72-c/IMG_0016_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3679609208024646982</id><published>2007-12-16T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:44:38.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Dear family- I am doing well in school, and stuff. Basketball is over, and so is volleyball. During spring time, I might do track this year, but I am not so sure about that. Anyway, what I wanted for Christmas is to have the family together, and share a wonderful Christmas spirit together on Christmas Eve, and Christmas day. Well, there is nothing really cool going on in my life, but it is snowing outside. Have a wonderful weekend. See ya! -Cassio&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here Is a picture of Dillon with his cool "keyboard" that he got for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6Srg4wV4II/AAAAAAAABaE/PyAkBgOJEwA/s1600-h/IMG_0011_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6Srg4wV4II/AAAAAAAABaE/PyAkBgOJEwA/s320/IMG_0011_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162439654352740482" 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/2638598915837683798-3679609208024646982?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3679609208024646982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3679609208024646982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3679609208024646982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3679609208024646982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6Srg4wV4II/AAAAAAAABaE/PyAkBgOJEwA/s72-c/IMG_0011_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-6266059951407434316</id><published>2007-11-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:21:20.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>At basketball game we lost, but we did our best. I am in B team, and I am number 42. Go MUSTANGS!!!! Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;                From: Cassie- the coolest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O3PYwV4FI/AAAAAAAABZk/qD5jiRR6GBY/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O3PYwV4FI/AAAAAAAABZk/qD5jiRR6GBY/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162171072867852370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6OnvYwV4EI/AAAAAAAABZc/esidVYCBHXo/s1600-h/IMG_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6OnvYwV4EI/AAAAAAAABZc/esidVYCBHXo/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162154030437621826" 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/2638598915837683798-6266059951407434316?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6266059951407434316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=6266059951407434316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/6266059951407434316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/6266059951407434316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O3PYwV4FI/AAAAAAAABZk/qD5jiRR6GBY/s72-c/IMG_2265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-5348897769662082955</id><published>2007-10-31T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:33:28.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! We decided to have my birthday party on October 30th., because I'm going to be busy on Halloween. I had a great time on my birthday. Joel's family, Heather's family, Derek, Dillon, and Whitney came to my birthday party. It was a lot of fun. It was very cool. I'm 13 years old now and a teenager. Have fun on Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;From: Cassie- the coolest&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O4XIwV4GI/AAAAAAAABZs/nXNSVCUglso/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O4XIwV4GI/AAAAAAAABZs/nXNSVCUglso/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162172305523466338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O6BIwV4HI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QLdbxKYK48A/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O6BIwV4HI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QLdbxKYK48A/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162174126589599858" 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/2638598915837683798-5348897769662082955?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5348897769662082955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=5348897769662082955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/5348897769662082955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/5348897769662082955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-everybody-we-decided-to-have-my.html' title='Happy, Happy HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV4e6TaBXlc/R6O4XIwV4GI/AAAAAAAABZs/nXNSVCUglso/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-3821952405215097813</id><published>2007-10-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:37:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Bye fish</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm sorry that I haven't use the Blog for a long time. It just that I don't know how to do it on blog, but now Derek teaches me how to do it. Well, my basketball has started, and I am playing basketball, because it fun, and it good for your body, volleyball is over. My school is fine, but sometimes it hard to hear my teachers, and the kids in school, and stuff. I can't wait until on Halloween, my birthday! I am going to be 13 years old!! In my writing class, the teacher wanted us to write as essay about what you are good at. I am going to writing about sign language, because I am very good at sign language, don't you think? About two mouth ago, my friend Rachel gave me two fish before she moved, she wanted me to take care of them, but yesterday Dad, and I got sick of the fish, because they lived with us for TWO MOUTHS!! So, Dad put two fish in the bathroom, and flashed it, I'm not kidding, it very truth that Dad really flashed the fish in the bathroom. I was like, bye, bye. I don't know if my friend is going to like that, but I really hope that she will forgive me. Anyway, it really wonderful to type in blog about my life, about my weekend, it felt like all of you really care about me, do you really care about me? Well, I hope that you all will have a good time this weekend, and have a good time.(: From: Cassie- the coolest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-3821952405215097813?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3821952405215097813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=3821952405215097813' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3821952405215097813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/3821952405215097813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-bye-fish.html' title='Bye, Bye fish'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638598915837683798.post-1134751562569665572</id><published>2007-09-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:13:30.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Cassidy. I'm a little deaf and little funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638598915837683798-1134751562569665572?l=cassioflakeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1134751562569665572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638598915837683798&amp;postID=1134751562569665572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/1134751562569665572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638598915837683798/posts/default/1134751562569665572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassioflakeo.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-im-cassidy.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Flake Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
