<?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-9074086850691230200</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:00:37.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>k2's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-5839881502673662561</id><published>2010-03-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:02:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back from spring break</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like waking up and going to school I just want to have another break again.Taking the taks two weeks after spring break is going to be hard! The taks is important to me but I don't like it. The taks test is important because it tells you if you go on to the next grade or if you need to stay. I am confident of taking the taks I know I can beat it. I don't know what I would do with the taks when I graduate from college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-5839881502673662561?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5839881502673662561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5839881502673662561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5839881502673662561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html' title='coming back from spring break'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-900205902454181141</id><published>2010-03-01T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:25:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a good weekend this week. First I had a basketball game and the next day we had a lots of things. First we went eating then we went to the mall we were there for a long time then we ate then we went to the mall again but I for got that my sister did her girl scout cookie sell. then at night we went to academy so I can get some running shoes and a ladder for my feet work. But my sister was taking to long and the store was ready to close we only had ten minutes. We had finally found some shoes that she liked and we went from the back of the store to the front to check out and when we got there she said that she doesn't want them so me my mom and my sister went to go get some shoes for her. Then we ran back as fast as we can right threw the close section and it was like a maze. then the gate of the doors were ready to close. My dad was mad that we were taking so long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-900205902454181141?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/900205902454181141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/900205902454181141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/900205902454181141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-1891441575099749368</id><published>2010-02-22T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:26:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>I had fun I had a basketball game and we came in 3rd place. And my aunt came to have dinner with us at my grandmother. We played games and had some fun. I had miss my game on sunday but we still won so I was happy but sad that I didn't go to the game. I had almost got fouled out&lt;div&gt;so my coach sat me on the bench five minutes left in the game so I didn't get to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-1891441575099749368?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1891441575099749368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/1891441575099749368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/1891441575099749368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-3461220721311607849</id><published>2010-02-18T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:00:41.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>president's day 1860 presidential election</title><content type='html'>I would vote for Abe lincoln because he guided the us threw the cival war. He had stop slavery and free some of them. He had let Afercan American in the wars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-3461220721311607849?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3461220721311607849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3461220721311607849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3461220721311607849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html' title='president&apos;s day 1860 presidential election'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-1892997249635654575</id><published>2010-02-08T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:53:22.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/S3Aza1DIFrI/AAAAAAAAABg/GC1UIsdEXkE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/S03bh4bsEmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C8XZklSgMSY/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426234501182001762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-3528157347328890674?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3528157347328890674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3528157347328890674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3528157347328890674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/S03bh4bsEmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C8XZklSgMSY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-5748723902136527850</id><published>2009-11-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:11:50.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a hot and sunny day at West Africa. were are taken to America. I am just standing and picking crops non stop for 16 hours&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sick to my stomach . I just want to run and get to freedom.People are throwing up&lt;br /&gt;dieing right in front of you eyes . Its horrible and sad . We get small dinner,and breaks.some of us are traded for money. And some of us are throwing each other off the boat cause no slaves no money. That's why they feed us they just want the money. When we were taken to the south of America we were on the bottom of the boat and it was bumpy. People died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-5748723902136527850?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5748723902136527850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-hot-and-sunny-day-at-west-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5748723902136527850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5748723902136527850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-hot-and-sunny-day-at-west-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-3860962008248691335</id><published>2009-11-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:59:22.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a wimpy kid</title><content type='html'>Greg had a pop quiz with the States capitals and he sat were the map was but right after Patty said Teacher!!! Teacher!!! The map is up and the teacher went over there and took it off so Greg was mad and he failed the test again.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       That was &lt;div&gt;                                                                                    the end of the chapter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-3860962008248691335?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3860962008248691335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-of-wimpy-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3860962008248691335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/3860962008248691335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-of-wimpy-kid.html' title='Diary of a wimpy kid'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-1591533433750144890</id><published>2009-10-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:30:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dream maker is some one who will cheer you on and will not call any one names. That's the friend I want . A dream breaker is some one who does not make good choices. I have a friend that is on the dream breakers side but I don't let him put labels on me. I'm on the dream makers side cause I&lt;br /&gt;don't like to to get in trouble. But no mater what I should be on the dream maker side any way. I play basketball and at one game we were loosing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-1591533433750144890?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1591533433750144890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-maker-is-some-one-who-will-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/1591533433750144890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/1591533433750144890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-maker-is-some-one-who-will-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-4210494421878571830</id><published>2009-10-28T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:26:51.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro boy</title><content type='html'>One day a boy named Kevin as in the Kevinator  was walking home from school . On his way home he herd a noise from the alley by&lt;br /&gt;his house. He look over and he did not see any thing and he kept walking . He herd one other&lt;br /&gt;noise when he looked again he saw a shadow he walked over there . More as the Kevinator walked the shadow&lt;br /&gt;got bigger . Than It disappear !! He look around and he sense the nasty and only meanest guy in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;town. the evil doctor was Dr.r I turned around and i couldn't see him .  I was looking around but he finally yelled at me and said I'm down here cause he's like 4 feet tall and Im 6 feet tall. I pull my hand out and transform my hand into a freeze gun. I tried to shoot him with it but he was to fast . He jumped over and pulled out a gun that shoot out nets he shot me with it . But i was to strong i broke out of it flew up on top of a building and Dr.r followed me he called his two army and i was trapped. His army charged at me and tried to run over  me but in stead they hit me and failed to the ground .Dr.r came up and punched me with his big spiky hand and i fell off the building and hit my dads new car i was thinking to my self about how going to do to explain this to dad and its going to be ugly.I got up off the car and ran up the wall of the building and shot Dr.r with my laser beam and punched his army down the building and the only thing left was to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put Dr.r in the dumpster.It wasn't over that quick because i have to explain the car to my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-4210494421878571830?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4210494421878571830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/4210494421878571830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/4210494421878571830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-boy.html' title='Astro boy'/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9074086850691230200.post-5558382140966755050</id><published>2009-09-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:31:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learn that some of those fish eat snails and two of are fish are going to have a baby .What animals do we have?We have fish,snails,rolleypollies,and have crickets.We have duck weed and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9074086850691230200-5558382140966755050?l=k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5558382140966755050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-learn-that-some-of-those-fish-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5558382140966755050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9074086850691230200/posts/default/5558382140966755050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k2-smittieskidsrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-learn-that-some-of-those-fish-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>K2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10950704725550893103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWOkE9yetXY/SuHU18dFqrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZJ6wHKpkfMw/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
