<?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-36272267</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:55:35.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing to Learn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs.House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504945518838780760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36272267.post-116604719317685355</id><published>2006-12-13T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:59:53.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Dishwasher of Doom&lt;br /&gt;D15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ohhhhhhh,man!  The  reason  I say  that  is  I have  the worst  chore in  the  world!  I  hear  clickity –clack  all  day long. The reason I hate to do the dishwasher is that I do it everyday. If  you  had to do a dishwasher  that  stopped   every three hours you’d think  that it was  the worst chore in the  in the  world!&lt;br /&gt;       After that I go to lie down but that doesn’t last, TANASIA! ``I’m coming!  Do I have to do it the dishwasher, can’t my bothers do it!” ``No’’! Now I’m stuck with a rotten odor from old food like greenbeans, blackeyepeas and spoiled cream cheese!  I can’t stand that stich it gives off! As a result my friends Kendria  and Jamila  make excuse to leave!  It’s my brother’s fault; they don’t eat all their food they end up throwing it away and up.&lt;br /&gt;       Don, Don, Don…   Double dishwasher trouble! It stinks like a pig. I have to take a bath almost every day! The worst smelling food is yams after two days you would fall over dead! I throw up every time I do it. My gut makes me go crazy!  The dishwasher will kill you or whoever you are! &lt;br /&gt;     Dishwasher of Doom! That’s what I call it when I hear “TANASIA the dishwasher stopped!” After two seconds I scream in defeat!  You win I can’t take it anymore!  In addition it sounds like its laughing at me! I really hate that THREE HOUR  STOPPING, ODOR REEKING, SLIME WATER, DISHERWASHER!&lt;br /&gt;DISHWASHERof  DOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36272267-116604719317685355?l=mrshousesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116604719317685355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36272267&amp;postID=116604719317685355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116604719317685355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116604719317685355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>Mrs.House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504945518838780760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36272267.post-116604632340212211</id><published>2006-12-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:45:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Places to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Favorite Place to Play&lt;br /&gt;D14&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Splash! That’s the sound of me and my family swimming and playing at my grandparent’s house. We’re always having fun when we go to my grandparent’s house.                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          One thing I like about my grandparent’s house is that they have a huge pool. Usually, when we go to my there to swim all of my cousins are there too. Their pool’s sky blue water is very beautiful. When the sun shines on it, it looks like thousands of diamonds. It’s always fun when we swim at my grandparent’s house.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        Another thing that I like about my grandparent’s house is that they have a really cool playroom. They have two really awesome video games. The games are Ms. Pacman and pinball. We really like going over to my grandparent’s house to play Pacman and pinball. There is a really big stereo system in the playroom that we really like.     &lt;br /&gt;        Last, but not least we love the front yard. It’s really enormous! We love to play hide and seek in their yard    because they have a lot of cars, two trees, and the sides of their house to hide behind. There are a lot of places to play. We can do a lot of things in their front yard. &lt;br /&gt;        It’s tons of fun at my grandparents. It’s so fun I think if someone dropped a car on me I wouldn’t feel it because I would be having so much fun. I LOVE going to my grandparent’s house!!!!!!!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36272267-116604632340212211?l=mrshousesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116604632340212211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36272267&amp;postID=116604632340212211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116604632340212211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116604632340212211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/favorite-places-to-play.html' title='Favorite Places to Play'/><author><name>Mrs.House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504945518838780760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36272267.post-116163713002501762</id><published>2006-10-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:07:29.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chore Essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Chore I Hate the Most&lt;br /&gt;D 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Eeeeewww! The chore I hate the most is washing the dishes. I hate the fact that my family leaves food on the plates just for me to clean up! Sometimes my mom is so mean she won’t let me use the dishwasher! Sometimes I have to use the bathroom and leave the water running. When I stick my hands in I use liquid nitrogen to cool&lt;br /&gt;them off.&lt;br /&gt;    First of all I’ve gotta scrape food off the nasty plates. Most of the time it’s been sitting out for weeks and weeks!&lt;br /&gt;When I wash them they’re moldy. Sometimes I can’t look at it. It looks like some one threw up in it. When I get done I smell like dead, rotting, fish!&lt;br /&gt;    Next my mom gets so mean and, I can’t use the dishwasher. When I try to scrub them six year old chili clings to my palms. The soap helps me in a different way than you think. The food smells like horse mess, but the soap makes it smell like horse mess with flowers! I feel sorry for my family though. When they come near me they have to wear hazmat suits.&lt;br /&gt;  Third, I dread when the water gets too hot. Most times I have to go to the bath room. Soon after I’m done I go back to work, but I leave the water running. When I stick my hands in I scream to the whole world. One time I stuck my hands in and pulled out bone! Though all this happens I get burns as big as bugs!&lt;br /&gt;     After all you see why I hate washing the dishes! My mom is mean enough to not let me use the dishwasher. My mean family leaves food for me to scrape off. I have to use the bathroom and the water gets too hot. Now you must realize why I hate washing those horrible dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chore I Hate the Most&lt;br /&gt;D16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People all around the world have chores they hate, but I hate taking out the garbage. Of course, I hate it because it leaks and has this horrible stench. I think that chores should be banned from this world. When I have to take out the garbage I say “Dad there’s this thing called child labor laws”. Get this he always says “Overruled” because he knows I want to be a lawyer when I grow up. So that’s why I think all the children of the world should stand as one big adult and ban taking out the trash forever! Here are some reasons why I think that. UGH. Not again I have to take out the trash. First on why I hate taking out the garbage is because there are ants on the top of the garbage bin. When I put the garbage in those little, red,demons, taking food out of people’s garbage bins always bite me. I put my hands in they bite me and I ask them “What did I do to deserve this?” That’s only one reason on why I hate taking out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even get me started on when the bottom falls out. I’m walking to the4 black garbage bin with the black garbage bag in my hand. When I start to fling the bag over into the bin I get last weeks leftovers on my shoes then I get today’s breakfast on them! Because of this I sit ALONE at lunch and nobody wants to play with me at recess. I have one more reason to go to tell you about how my life is messed up because I have to take out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How garbage stinks like a field of FRESH cow manure. I even have to wear a gas mask just to go 20ft until I’m out of the stench zone. The unearthly odor just oozes off of you and sends a rolling rambunxiuos ripple up and down your spine. Even the saliva from the raccoons have a stench. Finally you now know the reasons why I hate taking out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion I think that 70% of kid’s around the world hate taking out the garbage. Kids hate it when the bottom falls out. They also hate it when those puny pesky pulverizing peanut sized ants bite them. I can’t forget about the unearthly odor that the garbage has. Let’s just put it this way I hate taking out the stupid stinking garbage!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36272267-116163713002501762?l=mrshousesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116163713002501762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36272267&amp;postID=116163713002501762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116163713002501762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116163713002501762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/chore-essays.html' title='Chore Essays'/><author><name>Mrs.House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504945518838780760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36272267.post-116122541196364883</id><published>2006-10-18T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:03:16.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The purpose of this blog is to teach my fifth grade students several lessons. The first and most obvious is to lead them into the use of technology as a tool for communication. This is the way of the present and of their future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next lesson I am introducing is that they learn to write for an audience. They now have an audience for their essays. As budding young authors, an audience is invaluable for feedback. Remember that the students are just beginning the learning process for writing essays. Please enjoy their writing and then respond by using this blog. The children will be thrilled to receive feedback from you and anyone else you want to share this site with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first esssay is an expository, the Prompt is: Everyone has a chore they hate, what chore do you hate to do the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs. House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36272267-116122541196364883?l=mrshousesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116122541196364883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36272267&amp;postID=116122541196364883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116122541196364883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36272267/posts/default/116122541196364883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrshousesblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome !'/><author><name>Mrs.House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504945518838780760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
