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<title>It&#039;s A Kid&#039;s Life: The Exciting Adventures of Emily Rose - Homeschool Blogger</title>
<description>Name:  Emily Rose

Interests: Horses, Cooking, Studying her Bible, Reading, Playing the Piano
    Age: 11
  
    Something you wish you could do all the time: Be with horses

    Goals: Learning to play the violin 
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<pubDate>Sun,  1 Nov 2009 20:14:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>A Reminder from God</title>
<description>I was just provoked at my brother, because he wrote on my page of vision therapy.&amp;nbsp; I felt like he needed some consequence to help him learn not to write on other people's property. Then, I absentmindedly pulled the cord on the lamp that mama was using, and she said quietly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I was still using that lamp, Araya.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I quickly said &quot;Oops,&quot; and turned it on again.&amp;nbsp; At that moment God quietly reminded me that &quot;You're just as bad as your brother, Araya.&quot;&amp;nbsp; My response in my head was &quot;What Lord?&quot;&amp;nbsp; He quietly responded &quot;You are&amp;nbsp; a sinner, too, maybe William wrote on your page as absentmindedly as you pulled that lamp cord.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Ouch.&amp;nbsp; That thought was not pleasant.&amp;nbsp; And then I remembered Pastor's sermon yesterday, and how he said &quot;Branches don't prune other branches.&quot; &quot;OOPS! Forgive me, Father, I think I just tried to prune my brother.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Tell him you have forgiven him for writing on your page.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I did this, and Immediately felt impressed to go write this account down.&amp;nbsp; So I did.&amp;nbsp; Heavenly Father, I need you more and more.&amp;nbsp; Please give me your Holy Spirit.&amp;nbsp; Cleanse me from my sins, like judging my brother.&amp;nbsp; Help me not to do that anymore. Amen.</description>
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<pubDate>Sun,  1 Nov 2009 20:14:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Latest Goings On!</title>
<description>Hello, to everybody out there!
Here, listed below, is an as accurate as possible account of my latest adventures, and the things God is doing for me.&amp;nbsp; 
First of all, I was endowed with an absolutely interestingly weird, crazy, helpful, wonderful, amazing pair of glasses.&amp;nbsp; My new glasses look like purple-tinted sunglasses.&amp;nbsp; They have no prescription power at all, as the optometrist says, &quot;Plain-0.&quot;&amp;nbsp; 0 meaning zero power, or correction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are lenses tinted purple to help with my Scotopic Light Sensitivity, a symptom&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of Oculomotor Dysfunction, another thing we are working on.&amp;nbsp; I am also getting blue-grey plain-0 lenses put into sunglasses clips.&amp;nbsp; Today we also went to the eye doctor, and she said that we are doing good for this being the first official week of Vision Therapy.&amp;nbsp; Last week I found out, with the help of my new glasses, that sunsets with briliant gold on the bottom and blue on the top did not have green in the middle!&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize it was green, but it sure was!&amp;nbsp; And clouds have shadows underneath now.&amp;nbsp; I can tell colors apart too (I guess I couldn't really do that before), and there's no &quot;Lazer Lemon&quot; (Crayola marker color) over everything when I have my glasses on!&amp;nbsp; I can actually see white as what I am now percieving as true white, instead of muddy yellow snow.&amp;nbsp; And, I found out that the carpet in our church's Junior/Earliteen Sabbath School Room is orangey-brown, instead of a wierd golden yellow.&amp;nbsp; And a certain shade of green that used to make me really edgy is now very pretty to me, and I can comfortably be around people wearing it.&amp;nbsp; 
That's the big news for right now!&amp;nbsp; 
-Emily Rose
P.S. Check out the Y.D. Series &quot;The Power of Prayer,&quot; It's powerful!
P.P.S. Check out http://irlen.com/distortioneffects.php , I have all but &quot;Rivers&quot; and &quot;Swirl&quot; without my glasses, if I remember correctly.</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 22:14:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Tagged</title>
<description>LoLo tagged me.&amp;nbsp; 


What is your middle name? My middle pen name could be Rose, I'm not sure.
 
What is your last name? I think my last pen name is Robinson.
 
How old are you? 12
 
When is your birthday?&amp;nbsp; Within Thanksgiving week.&amp;nbsp; 
 
Do you have any animals? 3 cats, several frogs, 6 fish, often numerous crickets, mealy worms.&amp;nbsp; (This is actually what our whole family's collection is )
 
What is your favorite color? Blue, Green, and Yellow.
 
What is your favorite state? Maybe Montana, or Oregon, or Wyoming.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure.

What state do you live in? A state West of the East coast and East of the West coast.&amp;nbsp; </description>
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<pubDate>Mon,  1 Jun 2009 17:17:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>I'm Back!</title>
<description>Mama has been making us new types of food, with new vegetables.&amp;nbsp; I like one of the vegetables, and the other two I don't normally like. You see, she found out that eating cruciferous Vegetables, (cabbage, brusselsprouts, brocoli, cauliflower, etc. i.e. cabbage family.) reduces your chance of cancer by 40 percent, if you increase your cruciferous vegetables by 20 percent.&amp;nbsp; For mama and daddy this is fine.&amp;nbsp; They love cabbage, brusselsprouts, and cauliflower.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I like brocoli (especially steamed, but I'll eat it any way) daikon radish (in salad), and kale in green smoothies, but that is about it.&amp;nbsp; At least, that was about it.&amp;nbsp; I used to push my brusselsprouts away.&amp;nbsp; Not anymore!&amp;nbsp; I ask for them and I always want more.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; My mom figured out a way to make them taste good. Without that yucky stringy-mashed-bananna-flavored-with-potatoe-peelings texture.&amp;nbsp; Plus, their taste is different. What is the secret?&amp;nbsp; Baked Brusselsprouts!&amp;nbsp; Frozen baked brusselsprouts does not work.&amp;nbsp; You have to have fresh ones.&amp;nbsp; 
Mama also experimented with making cauliflower so that I would eat it.&amp;nbsp; I used to love it, and I still like it better raw than cooked, but I don't really like it.&amp;nbsp; Mama tried baking it with indian spices yesterday evening, and that stuff was pretty good!&amp;nbsp; I really like cauliflower &quot;raw mexican rice.&quot; You can't even tell that it's cauliflower.&amp;nbsp; You can go to Mama's recipe blog, by clicking here.
I hope you enjoy her recipes!&amp;nbsp; Oh, by the way, She calls me &quot;SisterBee&quot; on that blog.</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:42:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Kittie Update</title>
<description>Hi Everybody,
I haven't said anything about cats for a while have I?&amp;nbsp; 
Well,&amp;nbsp; we'll start with the oldest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
Patty Cake, or &quot;Her Royal Majesty,&amp;nbsp; The Great, Queen Cleopatra, The Stuck-Up, The Wonderful, PattyCake.&quot;&amp;nbsp; When we went on our trip this summer, she dissapears, and I have pretty much given her up for gone.&amp;nbsp; Then there's &quot;Curry Cat&quot; or Cece,&amp;nbsp; who had kittens,&amp;nbsp; and now is not as big as her huge kittens.&amp;nbsp; 
Next comes &quot;David&quot;&amp;nbsp; or Davie,&amp;nbsp; who is the smallest, biggest, and softest of all the kittens, and was the second kitten to be born.&amp;nbsp; Davie is very skinny, but he has such long, soft, fur that he looks Huge!
Last is my kittie, &quot;Goliath&quot;, &quot;Liath&quot;, or &quot;Lili&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that &quot;Lili&quot;&amp;nbsp; sounds like a girls name, but, it fits this big, cuddly, talkative, sweet, purry, fuzzie, soft, wonderful, kitten!&amp;nbsp; Goliath will roll over on command, and command is rubbing my hand&amp;nbsp; up and down on his belly!&amp;nbsp; He will also sit, to some degree, and will come when I call, also he will heel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
I am going to go now,
Emily Rose</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:05:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Goings On</title>
<description>I guess it probably looks like I've abandoned blog, right?
Well, I haven't completely abandoned it.&amp;nbsp; I have just been busy.
Lately I've: Had Writing Classes with Hildegard, I also discovered a Homeschool Writing Contest website.&amp;nbsp; This page has lots of contests, and is made especially for homeschool kids!&amp;nbsp; 
Our family has also decided we are transferring our membership to a different church.&amp;nbsp; The girls in Juniors/Earliteen are all very nice. I really like them. 
I got Blokus for Christmas and it is really fun.
I also have been improving my drawing lately.&amp;nbsp; 

Emily Rose</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:25:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Little Men</title>
<description>I've been reading &quot;Little Men&quot; by Louisa May Alcott&amp;nbsp; Mama suggested that I list 4 interesting words or favorite phrases from each chapter. My favorites will be highlighted red.&amp;nbsp; These are from chapter 1: 

&amp;nbsp;#1: Mother Bhaer:&amp;nbsp; &quot;These are Tommy Bangs's slippers; but he never will remember to put them on in the house so he shall not have them. They are too big; but that's all the better you can't run away from us so fast as if they fitted.&quot; Nat: &quot;I don't want to run away ma'am.&quot; 

&amp;nbsp; #2 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot; 'Robin, my man, trot up to Nursey, and tell her to give thee the cough-bottle and the liniment,' said Mr Bhaer, after his eys had exchanged telegrams with his wife's.&quot;

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; #3&amp;nbsp; &quot;Bashful Nat quaked at the thought of meeting so many strange boys at supper, but Mrs Bhaer held out her hand to him and little Rob said, patronizingly 'Don't be 'fraid; I'll take care of you.' &quot; &amp;nbsp; 

#4&amp;nbsp; &quot;' This is our new boy, Nat Blake. After supper you can say, How do you do? Gently, boys, gently.' 
&amp;nbsp;As she spoke everyone stared at Nat,&amp;nbsp; and then whisked into their seats, trying to be orderly, and failing utterly.&quot; 

I'll post more on the second chapter next time!
Emily Rose</description>
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<pubDate>Tue,  4 Nov 2008 15:28:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<pubDate>Mon,  3 Nov 2008 14:07:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Gods Big Sun</title>
<description>God&amp;rsquo;s Big Sun

God in heaven made the earth,
The planets and the sun.

I like to think: &amp;ldquo;When He did make,
That great big solar sun,
He made it work with our great earth,
To heat us one-by-one.&amp;rdquo;

This earth has four great seasons,
In every country &amp;lsquo;round,
One of those, burr, it&amp;rsquo;s cold,
The other, it is warm,
And all those seasons in-be-tween,
Are getting cold or warm.

And so I&amp;rsquo;ll thank our great big God,
For such a great big sun,
To heat our little tiny earth, 
And give us the seasons!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue,  9 Sep 2008 14:55:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Laura Ingalls Wilder Homestead</title>
<description>This summer we went on a vacation. On our vacation we went to De Smet, South Dakota.
While we were their we saw the Laura Ingalls Wilder things.&amp;nbsp; My favorite was the Laura Ingalls Wilder Homestead.&amp;nbsp; We got to go see a dugout house, a shanty, and a barn with a Straw Roof!&amp;nbsp; We also got to see kittens, ride a horse and buggy to a schoolhouse, where we attended a old fashioned school session, in an old fashioned school from that time period, and lots of original stuff in it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we got back from the schoolhouse we went in to a building that we made rope and cornhusk dolls in.
After that we rode on a miniature horse and horse buggy.&amp;nbsp; I had fun seeing where Laura lived, and what her life was like.
This picture is of Forest and I returning from the buggy ride.
I am riding the horse, Forest is in the buggy with the man.

Macaroni

I have a little pony,
His name is Macaroni,
He trots and trots, 
And then he stops!
My funny little pony!
Macaroni (say the word long and slow)

Emily Rose</description>
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<pubDate>Thu,  4 Sep 2008 14:38:00 -0500</pubDate>
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