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  <title>bub bub</title>
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  <updated>2008-03-27T19:55:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:8383</id>
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    <title>Some People Don't Know Aunty Mary</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T19:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T19:55:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was outside playing with my neighbor, Jason, when a plane flew overhead.  I pointed to the plane and told him, "Bub Bub Bub!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard him ask my Mommy, "¿Qué 'bub bub bub' significa?" and my Mommy told him that's what I call my Aunty Mary.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:8129</id>
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    <title>My Aunty Mary Sleeps All The Time</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T17:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T17:58:08Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Everytime we drive by the airport, I start yelling my Aunty Mary's name, "Bub Bub," and then my Mommy and Aunty Patti almost always say, "No, Jade, Aunty Mary isn't coming today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask them if she's sleeping and they say, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why my Aunty Mary is always sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Aunty Mary does wake up and that makes me very happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:7752</id>
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    <title>I Am A True Artist</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T20:47:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T20:47:16Z</updated>
    <category term="artwork"/>
    <content type="html">I take my artwork very seriously.  I love to cut, draw, glue, paint and trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my latest masterpieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilhlfpint/2300928430/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2300928430_646917b5c3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy sent this one to my Aunty Mary.</content>
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    <title>My Mommy Is A Big Bully</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T14:39:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T14:39:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was happily jumping on the sofa yesterday and my Mommy kept trying to ruin my fun by telling me to stop.  I ignored her - she is always yelling about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Do you want to break your neck and have to go see Dr. Hughes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately stopped jumping, shook my head no and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; going to the doctor.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:7204</id>
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    <title>I Made A Mistake</title>
    <published>2007-11-20T05:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-20T06:22:38Z</updated>
    <category term="pecs"/>
    <content type="html">I was looking at my &lt;a href="http://www.pecs.com/"&gt;PECS&lt;/a&gt; icons when I put something I wasn't supposed to put in my mouth.  Grandpa got mad and yelled at me.  He told me to throw it away.  I went over to the trash can and threw it away but I accidentally also threw away one of the PECS icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for my Mommy and me to go home tonight, my Mommy counted the icon cards and one was missing.  Grandpa, Aunty Patti and my Mommy had to search Grandma's entire house to try and find the missing icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my Mommy found it in the trash can.  I was so embarrassed - I hid my face in Aunty Patti's shirt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:6936</id>
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    <title>I Am Angry!</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T20:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T20:39:56Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Lately, I've been feeling a lot of anger towards my family.  I give them dirty looks to let them know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Patti gets sad and asks me why I look at her like this.  My Mommy just ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa asked my Mommy if I am having eye problems.  I gave him a dirty look and he asked me if I was able to see.</content>
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    <title>My Mommy Wants Me To Work All The Time</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T19:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T19:57:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">We had a walk-a-thon today at &lt;a href="http://www.davis.ogsd.k12.ca.us/SantaTeresa/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;.  They expected us to walk a full lap but then I saw apples, bananas, and oranges at the snack table so I started signing ::all done:: to let them know it was time for me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had music so I had to stop every once in awhile to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad said we should have called it a 'snackathon' instead of a walk-a-thon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:6411</id>
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    <title>Sometimes My Mommy Yells At Other People</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T14:20:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T14:20:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">For some reason, My Mommy is always yelling at me.  I don't know why.  She has no sense of humor.  She doesn't think it's funny when I throw things out the car window.  My Daddy got me new shoes and I threw them out the window on the freeway and that cracked me up.  I couldn't stop laughing but she got really mad and wouldn't stop yelling at me.  Then she had to call both my aunties and tell them what I did.  She's such a tattletale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, instead of taking me to &lt;a href="http://www.thejunglefun.com/"&gt;The Jungle&lt;/a&gt; or the park to play, my Mommy dragged me to the &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/"&gt;Verizon Wireless&lt;/a&gt; store.  I guess the Verizon workers did something wrong because my Mommy started yelling at them.  Instead of trying to find something fun to do in the store, I sat down next to my Mommy and held her hand for support.  She yelled and yelled and yelled.  I sat there like a good little girl and didn't say a word.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:6345</id>
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    <title>My Conceited Mommy Gets Scared Easily</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T20:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T20:29:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My newest hobby is yanking my hair out of my head.  For some reason, it really upsets my Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had managed to yank out a good sized chunk and I put it on the carpet.  My Mommy walked by and started screaming.  I couldn't understand what she was getting all worked up about but then she started screaming, "There's a mouse!"  I looked around but I didn't see a mouse.  Then I realized she had mistaken my clump of hair for a mouse.  She's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy is really, really conceited about her long hair.  She thinks she has the most beautiful hair in the world and she would never yank her hair out so this makes her very mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time we were at a hotel and Aunty Mary got really brave and touched my Mommy's hair.  Aunty Patti and I got really scared for Aunty Mary's life but luckily My Mommy didn't kill her.  I would have been sad if something happened to Aunty Mary because she's so much fun and she always lets me do whatever I want.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:6056</id>
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    <title>My Mommy Gets Embarrassed Easily</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T21:43:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T21:43:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Aunty Mary bought me an &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sesame-Street-Elmo-Visits-Doctor/dp/B0009IWGHI/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-3780547-8467605?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1180720236&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Elmo Visits The Doctor&lt;/a&gt; DVD because she thought it might help me because I'm so scared of the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video, the doctor checks &lt;a href="http://www.sesameworkshop.org/sesamestreet/?scrollerId=elmo"&gt;Elmo&lt;/a&gt;'s heart with a stethoscope.  Aunty Mary put her hand over her heart and said, "Ba buump, ba buump."  I copied her and also pounded my fist up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed my Mommy, she got upset and yelled, "Aunty Mary must have taught you to pound your chest violently!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when my Mommy went to back-to-school night yesterday, my teacher mentioned something strange happened.  My teacher told my Mommy that we were learning about body parts in class and when we got to the heart, I started pounding my chest.  Instead of telling the teacher I was demonstrating how my heart beats, my Mommy got all embarrassed and said she had no idea what I was doing.  She's such a liar.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:5715</id>
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    <title>I Got Kicked Out of School Today</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T22:36:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T22:36:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My teacher was not amused by me today.  I had a wet diaper so my teacher had to change it.  When my teacher took off my pants, I thought it would be funny to kick my teacher and then throw my pants into the toilet.  The sight of my pants in the toilet made me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher told me it was not funny at all and she called my Mommy and she had to pick me up.  My Mommy asked me if I was going to get suspended from school and I nodded my head.  My teacher was really mad.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:5548</id>
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    <title>Grandpa Always Thinks I'm Asleep</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T17:22:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T17:22:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Just because I breathe really hard, Grandpa always thinks I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happily playing and I will hear him whisper to Grandma, "Shh.  The Little One is sleeping."  He likes to call me "The Little One."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:5238</id>
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    <title>First Annual Northern California Walk-A-Thon</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T15:45:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T15:46:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/teamjade2007"&gt;Team Jade&lt;/a&gt; raised $5,176.00 for the annual Angelman Syndrome Walk-A-Thon.  This was the very first one held in Northern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my Mommy, Aunty Mary, Aunty Patti, Grandpa and Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/teamjade2007"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/381085692_87e1ab317f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:5087</id>
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    <title>I Fell Asleep During Circle Time</title>
    <published>2007-03-23T21:39:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-23T21:50:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I stayed up all night because I was starving.  I tried to sneak into the refrigerator but I kept getting caught by my nosy Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't get to sleep, I was really tired today.  During circle time, I put my head down and fell asleep.  My teacher woke me up and said, "Jade, do we sleep during circle time?"  I shook my head and sat up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:4656</id>
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    <title>We Found Aunty Mary's Future Home!</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T21:42:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T21:42:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">When we were trying to find a new park for me this weekend, we drove on Bubb Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy, Aunty Patti and Aunty Mary got all excited.  We even stopped to take a picture of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/421436382_786e76dec4.jpg?v=0"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:4416</id>
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    <title>I'm a Mini-Aunty Mary</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T17:23:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T17:23:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Everyone always thinks I'm really Aunty Mary's kid and not my Mommy's.  This weekend, we were at &lt;a href="http://www.santanarow.com/"&gt;Santana Row&lt;/a&gt; and I was walking with Aunty Mary and sipping on my favorite almond milk from &lt;a href="http://www.santanarow.com/dining/?id=40"&gt;Fantasia&lt;/a&gt; when we saw my friend Alyssa's parents.  My Mommy introduced them to my Aunty Mary and Aunty Patti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Alyssa's mom called my Mommy and asked her if she realized I look like a mini-Aunty Mary.  My Mommy told her of course, Aunty Mary is the big green square and I'm a small green square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Mommy's coworkers and friends think I'm secretly her daughter.  I think she would be a much more fun mommy than my current Mommy.</content>
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    <title>I can read!</title>
    <published>2007-03-12T16:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-12T16:52:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was walking with my Aunty Patti and Grandma and we passed by a bakery named 'Jade'.  I pointed to the sign and then pointed to myself and they were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had no idea I could read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one smart kid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:4046</id>
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    <title>Happy Valentine's Day!</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T19:05:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T19:08:36Z</updated>
    <category term="music class"/>
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    <content type="html">We are having a Valentine's Day party today at &lt;a href="http://www.davis.ogsd.k12.ca.us/SantaTeresa/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, I have cooking class.  We will make mini pizzas.  I can't wait to eat mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher told my mommy that my music teacher loves me.  It's my job to play the drums as loud as I possibly can in music class.  My music teacher told my teacher she likes me so much that she wants to keep me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:3797</id>
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    <title>My Hand Got Burned</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T16:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T16:01:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday, my grandma, my mommy and I made cupcakes.  I wanted to eat the batter just like my Aunty Mary but they wouldn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so anxious to eat the cupcakes that I ran over to grab one as my mommy took it out of the oven.  I was shocked by how hot it was.  My grandma and my mommy freaked out and my grandma ran lots of cold water over my hand.</content>
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    <title>Baby Boot Camp</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T15:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T15:23:21Z</updated>
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    <category term="scooper bowl"/>
    <content type="html">My grandma is very strict like a military sergeant.  Every night after I finish eating my dinner from &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/382772471_9510524091.jpg?v=0"&gt;my favorite bowl&lt;/a&gt;, she makes me 'walk, walk, walk' from one end of the house to the other.  I'd much rather do other things like play with water so I sign 'water' over and over but she insists I do these laps.  Sometimes, I throw myself on the ground to try and make the walking stop but that doesn't seem to work.</content>
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    <title>I'm A Supportive Daughter</title>
    <published>2007-02-06T21:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-06T21:59:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My mommy was trying to make a difficult turn in a really busy intersection this weekend.  I was sitting in my car seat as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally managed to make the turn so I started clapping to show her I was proud.  She looked at me surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea I was paying any attention.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:2930</id>
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    <title>I'm Smarter Than My Mommy</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T20:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T20:52:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I am much smarter than my Mommy.  All this time she didn't know there was a swimming pool right next to our condo.  We went for a walk yesterday and I pointed to the swimming pool and signed 'water' and she looked shocked.  I guess she didn't realize there was a pool behind the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Mommy asked me if I went to the library with my teacher and I nodded my head 'yes'.  Then she asked me what I did at the library and I signed '&lt;a href="http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/B/W0438.htm"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;' and she got really excited.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:2757</id>
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    <title>Aunty Mary Got Mad At Me</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T18:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T18:50:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">For the first time, Aunty Mary got really mad at me.  I asked her to turn on her laptop and go to &lt;a href="http://www.thewiggles.com"&gt;The Wiggles web page&lt;/a&gt; because I love when she plays the video clips.  I was watching the videos and dancing but then I decided it would be fun to rip off some of her keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped off the 'Up', 'Left' and 'Down' keys.  I thought it was really funny so I started to laugh.  Aunty Mary heard my naughty laugh and pushed me so she could see what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen her get mad at me before.  She got really angry.  She grabbed me by my shoulders and sat me down on the floor.  She sat in front of me and glared at me.  I signed 'I'm sorry' over and over but she just stared at me.  I tried to laugh but that didn't make her laugh.  I signed 'I'm sorry' with my other arm.  I even did the real ASL &lt;a href="http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/S/W3760.htm"&gt;'I'm sorry' sign&lt;/a&gt; - I thought that would have done it because I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; do that.  But still, nothing.  She was really angry and she kept saying 'Jade, I am so angry with you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I gave her my cutest and sweetest smile and I hugged and kissed her.  She hugged me back and finally we could play again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:2218</id>
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    <title>Sick Baby</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T15:03:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T18:40:30Z</updated>
    <category term="sick"/>
    <content type="html">I am very sick.  &lt;a href="http://www.davis.ogsd.k12.ca.us/SantaTeresa/"&gt;My school&lt;/a&gt; had a fundraiser last night at &lt;a href="http://www.chevys.com/frameset.html"&gt;Chevy's&lt;/a&gt; and now I can't stop throwing up.  I keep punching my stomach with my little fists because it hurts so much.  : (</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubbub:2006</id>
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    <title>My School Play</title>
    <published>2006-11-08T22:42:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T18:46:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">During the assembly at &lt;a href="http://www.davis.ogsd.k12.ca.us/SantaTeresa/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; today, I performed in a play about healthy living.  I had to wear dark pants and a white shirt.  I got to carry a picture of a corn on the cob across the stage.</content>
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