<?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-5571861933557068365</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:29:14.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphnisms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-1928177756424757292</id><published>2010-12-19T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T04:55:18.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>Let it Snow! Let it Snow! 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That is where the Moulin Rouge is. Moulin Rouge means red windmill. Here I am standing on an opening to the Metro area-- so that when a Metro train comes under it, it makes a whole big puff of air, and I get all puffy. My clothes started flailing and flailing, and I opened my mouth and started yelling "AWESOME!" We also saw Sacre Coeur, which is a church, and a weird cemetery. It has little houses to bury the dead people in, and it is crawling with cute little cats. But you can't touch a cute little cat, because it might bite you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S_In3WvW6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/V8UYoROKxJ4/s1600/DSCN0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S_In3WvW6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/V8UYoROKxJ4/s320/DSCN0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472480329159076242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to the Eiffel Tower. You would love it there. We saw a weird fountain on the first level. It was a fountain with flower pots on a map of Paris, and water was just gushing out of each flower pot, trying to get into another flower pot.  On the middle level, there was a shop. On the top, there was just netting, netting, and that's all, keeping everyone away from falling off the top of the tower. I could see lots of stuff from the top, and it was going great until Nana startled me, and my glasses almost fell off the top of the tower. Luckily they landed on the floor. The best part was being able to see the city from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just jumping around Paris yesterday. I couldn't have walked to any of the places we visited. We took the Metro. It is the same thing as a subway, except it is in Paris. We took it all day, so we got a pass. We got to keep the pass all day. It is going to end up in my scrap book. Normally, we would just get tickets for each trip, but since we traveled so much we got passes. Yesterday was a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-8609553643535697488?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8609553643535697488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=8609553643535697488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8609553643535697488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8609553643535697488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-from-paris.html' title='More from Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S_InsTc63mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rFmIzdDuF0s/s72-c/DSCN0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-2903766215926923200</id><published>2010-05-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:15:57.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Paris Again</title><content type='html'>I am having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much fun in Paris. Today we went to Versailles. (It's spelled like Ver-SAILS. I don't know why). It is the palace of Louis the XIV, who was also called the Sun King. His great-great-grandson's wife, Marie Antoinette, lived in a house all by herself. I think that's sort of weird, because she's the queen and she's supposed to live in the palace. Versailles was fun, even though one of the most beautiful fountains wasn't on. The palace was very fancy, and gold painted, and it had little boutique shops everywhere. My favorite part was Marie Antoinette's bedroom. Her bed was fancy. It had weird pillows, fancy bedding, and a canopy. The lunch place was very fancy, but there was anchovy on my Caesar salad. I hope you keep reading my blog, because this is the end of this blog. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S-7WfHEBaeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_X393XViYHQ/s1600/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S-7WfHEBaeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_X393XViYHQ/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471546427261938146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is me dreaming at Marie Antoinette's apartment. These were her front stairs.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-2903766215926923200?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/2903766215926923200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=2903766215926923200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/2903766215926923200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/2903766215926923200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-paris-again.html' title='I&apos;m in Paris Again'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YweAugRQXE/S-7WfHEBaeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_X393XViYHQ/s72-c/DSCN0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-7805593275840410095</id><published>2009-12-08T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:16:04.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphne's 2009 Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3e9f5823a274cf4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3e9f5823a274cf4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40F0F9C115A7BC3E5EE4934464213DF6F01121B2.62B8A4D01AC8EF608EA0DCF8595125A5BC88EA8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3e9f5823a274cf4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL2zRGkPmYCyEYY9PJAe84mU_WWE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3e9f5823a274cf4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40F0F9C115A7BC3E5EE4934464213DF6F01121B2.62B8A4D01AC8EF608EA0DCF8595125A5BC88EA8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3e9f5823a274cf4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL2zRGkPmYCyEYY9PJAe84mU_WWE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Baby&lt;br /&gt;written by J. Javits and P. Springer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;br /&gt;been an awful good girl, Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, a convertible I think, hot pink&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear, Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be just as good&lt;br /&gt;If you'd check off my Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's not a lot&lt;br /&gt;Been an angel all year, Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, one thing I really need, the deed&lt;br /&gt;To a platinum mine, Santa cutie&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, fill my stocking with a duplex, and chex mix&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot, Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean a phone, Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;So hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-7805593275840410095?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/7805593275840410095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=7805593275840410095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/7805593275840410095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/7805593275840410095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2009/12/daphnes-2009-xmas-song.html' title='Daphne&apos;s 2009 Xmas Song'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-593418618797558894</id><published>2009-08-11T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:05:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret girl escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I"m escaping to paa -rus (pairis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a, that's rite, paris&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;We are only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and pairis is&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;away. You will be amazed - paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-593418618797558894?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/593418618797558894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=593418618797558894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/593418618797558894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/593418618797558894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-girl-escape.html' title='My secret girl escape'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-5580278541816386965</id><published>2009-07-16T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:42:58.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphne Sounds Like Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>With my cold, I sound just like Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9d673d5121b6baf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-768700022681863833</id><published>2008-12-16T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:48:55.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest Christmas classic performed by Daphne and Her Daddy, Winter Wonderland. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'&lt;br /&gt;In the lane, snow is glistening&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone away is the blue bird&lt;br /&gt;In his place is the new bird&lt;br /&gt;He's singing our song, as we go along&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meadow we can build a snowman&lt;br /&gt;Then pretend that he is Parson Brown&lt;br /&gt;He'll say "Are you married ?", We'll say "No man,&lt;br /&gt;But you can do the job when you're in town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we'll conspire&lt;br /&gt;As we dream by the fire&lt;br /&gt;To face unafraid, the plans that we made&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meadow we can build a snowman&lt;br /&gt;And pretend that he's a circus clown&lt;br /&gt;We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman&lt;br /&gt;Until the other kiddies knock him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it snows, ain't it thrillin'&lt;br /&gt;Though you know, kids are chillin'&lt;br /&gt;We'll frolic &amp;amp; play, the Eskimo way&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b3839bf115ef8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02b3839bf115ef8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD0CF83078ADBAACC35EF679DF85F50EE461A668.733CF37DF83631E4F0B7B17B73A839D07839A558%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b3839bf115ef8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk68A3AxrEzeZhnj-uK2xe-LoJ_c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02b3839bf115ef8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD0CF83078ADBAACC35EF679DF85F50EE461A668.733CF37DF83631E4F0B7B17B73A839D07839A558%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b3839bf115ef8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk68A3AxrEzeZhnj-uK2xe-LoJ_c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-768700022681863833?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2b3839bf115ef8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/768700022681863833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=768700022681863833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/768700022681863833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/768700022681863833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-xmas-song.html' title='2008 Xmas Song'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-4591901113339926376</id><published>2008-07-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:36:25.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daphne Show, Episode 1</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the sewer museum of Paris. It was right down in the sewers, and it smelled. Mommy said that the water we saw second was poop water, but it was really water from the streets. It may have had dog poop in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad directed the first episode of the Daphne Show.  Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-963a4691a1edc8ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D963a4691a1edc8ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23BE4D269B69C6A8FA3516393F952EC93625C2CA.31A04BC9722EC09A8B355E39B4F7104F4F4A0015%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D963a4691a1edc8ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA3lcsuBqP9nWQojmp6g0Ov8XdB8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D963a4691a1edc8ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23BE4D269B69C6A8FA3516393F952EC93625C2CA.31A04BC9722EC09A8B355E39B4F7104F4F4A0015%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D963a4691a1edc8ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA3lcsuBqP9nWQojmp6g0Ov8XdB8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-4591901113339926376?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=963a4691a1edc8ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4591901113339926376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=4591901113339926376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4591901113339926376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4591901113339926376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/07/daphne-show-episode-1.html' title='The Daphne Show, Episode 1'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-9099092670438442467</id><published>2008-07-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:57:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know about Ancient Egypt I learned in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrprL52PrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BmKWTYgcxh8/s1600-h/DSCN0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrprL52PrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BmKWTYgcxh8/s400/DSCN0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222743646028578482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am studying Egypt for fun while I am in Paris. I have been reading "Mummies and Pyramids" by Will Osborne and Mary Pope Osborne. Mommy does not trust me to read her Egypt book. I've looked up Cleopatra and stuff on the computer. I've even see Egyptian stuff at the Louvre and in the Garden of Tuileries. Here is some of what I know about Ancient Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about the goddess I like best. Her name is Bastet. She was shown as a cat girl. She had the head of cat and the body and hair of a woman, or she was just a cat. She had the sun's power, because her dad was Ra, the sun god. She was also important to music and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bes is another god. He is always having a good time because he's the god of protection. But isn't&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrpKs5h9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5RjxRXSrMNI/s1600-h/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrpKs5h9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5RjxRXSrMNI/s200/DSCN0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222743087949936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that a weird thing that he's having a good time? I'd expect him to be serious, but he's always happy and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ra was the sun god. Every morning he sailed across the sky in a golden boat. At sunset he sailed his boat into the underworld. When the sun rose, he would go up in his boat and sail across the sky again. He was Bastet's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHro8L2OMYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h7gKdpsH5lw/s1600-h/DSCN0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHro8L2OMYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h7gKdpsH5lw/s200/DSCN0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222742838559519106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isis was another goddess. She was goddess of marriage and motherhood. When her husband Osiris was killed and chopped up by his naughty brother, Isis found all the pieces and glued them back together. That made Osiris the first mummy. In pictures, Isis is usually shown with her husband's empty throne on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priests worked to make mummies in a place called the "Beautiful House." First they took out all the organs except the heart, because it was going to be weighed by the gods. Then they threw away its brain. They put the body in a kind of salt called natron. Natron dried up the mummy. Then, finally, they wrapped the mummy in linen strips. As they wrapped, they put in magic charms to bring good luck to the person in the next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they put the mummy in a case called a sarcophagus. They painted things on the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrpbK4R3DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y4b3r-PywA4/s1600-h/DSCN0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrpbK4R3DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y4b3r-PywA4/s200/DSCN0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222743370875657266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sarcophagus. They put the mummy in a tomb with lots of treasures in it.  Tomb robbers tried to take things in the tombs, but in Tutankhamun's tomb, not much was taken. Besides treasures, people put food in tombs for the mummies to eat in the next life. They even put in beers, and models of beers, which look like ice cream cones to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutankhamun was one of the most famous mummies because not much was taken from his tomb. He was a Pharaoh of Egypt, but he was a kid when he started being Pharaoh. But his uncle Aye was deciding everything because he was just 9 and wasn't able to make his own decisions. Just as Tutankhamun was old enough to make his own decisions, he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Louvre, we saw lots of stuff from the Pharaoh Akhenaten. He was Tutankhamun's big&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrosFs-9kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sAHKvazn3Vs/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrosFs-9kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sAHKvazn3Vs/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222742562032252482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother. He only worshiped one god, and he made everyone else worship one god. There were lots of gods in ancient Egypt, but he only worshiped one. He made everybody else worship his god, The Aten, too. His name was really something else, and he changed it to Akhenaten because he worshiped the Aten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can find "Mummies and Pyramids" in your local bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-9099092670438442467?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/9099092670438442467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=9099092670438442467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/9099092670438442467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/9099092670438442467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-know-about-ancient-egypt-i.html' title='What I know about Ancient Egypt I learned in Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHrprL52PrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BmKWTYgcxh8/s72-c/DSCN0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-5516349361481586808</id><published>2008-07-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:15:20.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versailles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXEJ8XC91I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BaHqf0OcsjU/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXEJ8XC91I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BaHqf0OcsjU/s400/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295018106615634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went to Versailles with my Mom. It was really fun. Versailles is a big palace built by king Louis the somethingth. Marie Antoinette lived there, too, but not with THAT king Louis. She was keeping all the goodness of the palace to herself, which is why she got her head chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train to Versailles in a second class car. I really liked the view. On the way there, we saw a hot air balloon. On the way back, we didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost a lot to go inside the palace, so we just walked around the gardens. The gardens were&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXEaUz-slI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6jvV-r5rPTc/s1600-h/DSCN0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXEaUz-slI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6jvV-r5rPTc/s400/DSCN0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295299548328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like a bigger and better version of Luxembourg gardens. They have lots of ice cream places, and a really big pond where we saw swans and fish and ducks. We saw a big gold ball in a cage in the  king's garden. There were lots of statues carved in greek style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one statue of Cleopatra. She lived in Egypt, but her family was greek. (Jack-- just in case you're reading-- remember? I played her at the play!) Cleopatra raised a cobra to her neck because she didn't want to die in war or some other way. And her friends wanted to die with her, so they raised the cobra to their necks. But by the time it had already bitten three people, it couldn't bite any more, and one of her good friends didn't get to die with her, because the cobra lost it's venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXE05EGTlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IGQ9atFjRI0/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXE05EGTlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IGQ9atFjRI0/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295755956211282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate our lunch by the pond. The swans tried to get some. The fish really seemed to like Mommy because they kept looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run-- I have to get back to the book I'm writing before I forget the hieroglyph for son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-5516349361481586808?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/5516349361481586808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=5516349361481586808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/5516349361481586808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/5516349361481586808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/07/versailles.html' title='Versailles'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHXEJ8XC91I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BaHqf0OcsjU/s72-c/DSCN0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-954455115647598773</id><published>2008-07-08T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:29:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orleans and the Louvre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVIMgAvJI/AAAAAAAAADM/03k5imi1YvA/s1600-h/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVIMgAvJI/AAAAAAAAADM/03k5imi1YvA/s200/DSCN0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220539623591165074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Orleans this week. I took the train. It took and hour. I brought my book, but I didn't read it. I only seemed interested in making my own snow globe and listening to Webkinz podcasts on my Dad's ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Orlean was a statue of Joan of Arc. Joan of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVQ091_OI/AAAAAAAAADU/wHSnGcQkRbM/s1600-h/DSCN0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVQ091_OI/AAAAAAAAADU/wHSnGcQkRbM/s200/DSCN0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220539771892661474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arc was one of the soldiers. She heard god talking to her, and god said to go fight the English. So, she went to see the king, and then she led the army to save Orleans. She was girl but she cut her hair to look like a boy because only men were allowed to fight. She saved France. Maybe if there was no Joan of Arc, it would all be Britain. It's kind of sad, because Joan was burnt because the British said she was a witch. They like her so much in Orlean than she has her own museum, and every year one girl gets to dress up like Joan of Arc in a big parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I saw was a merry-go-round. It was really fancy. Daddy and Mommy said I couldn't go on it until we were done in Orleans.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVzFAbyHI/AAAAAAAAADk/1WHd5hSd_e4/s1600-h/DSCN0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVzFAbyHI/AAAAAAAAADk/1WHd5hSd_e4/s400/DSCN0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540360314046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed off to find some lunch. We ate at a place that only serves one meal a day. I got the same thing as Mommy and Daddy, because the only thing it was serving that day was lamb and yucky beans (chick peas) and good bean (green beans). The restaurant was by the river. It was not the Seine, but the Loire river. We went down close to the river, and Daddy put me on a little Island. It was a rock. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVeWg2EUI/AAAAAAAAADc/wWq6tPcIPec/s1600-h/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVeWg2EUI/AAAAAAAAADc/wWq6tPcIPec/s200/DSCN0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540004236136770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Cathedral. It was like going to a Frillier and better Notre Dame. Notre Dame is the cathedral here, in case you forgot. We also went to a very boring clothes shop. Almost everything there was for grown-up women. But mom got me a scarf. She says I can't wear it until I get back to Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the Louvre again. I went into the Sully and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMWF8q7etI/AAAAAAAAADs/QnZBiEFSJfA/s1600-h/DSCN0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMWF8q7etI/AAAAAAAAADs/QnZBiEFSJfA/s200/DSCN0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540684493880018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saw Egypt stuff. I went into the Dennon and saw the Mona Lisa again. I got to show it to Nokkie. He hadn't been to the Louvre before. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMWUCyQK-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LMYve6-qEl4/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMWUCyQK-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LMYve6-qEl4/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540926653377506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to draw a picture of a lady in a painting. Nokkie watched. He's a good dog. I hope the dog I get in Alabama will be as good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-954455115647598773?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/954455115647598773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=954455115647598773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/954455115647598773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/954455115647598773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/07/orleans-and-louvre.html' title='Orleans and the Louvre'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SHMVIMgAvJI/AAAAAAAAADM/03k5imi1YvA/s72-c/DSCN0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-8449998441121783709</id><published>2008-06-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:35:27.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Churches and Daniel Visiting</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having lots and lots and lots of fun in Paris. I saw a couple churches when my Mommy's friend visited. My mommy's friend is named Daniel. He is her best friend. The churches were okay. I liked that only a couple of them were having mass. I didn't like that one of them a wedding was in. I didn't like the wedding because I couldn't understand it, and I wasn't invited, and I wanted to go. I was just messing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiYuN1g4OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MEhTUbGogtw/s1600-h/DSCN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiYuN1g4OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MEhTUbGogtw/s200/DSCN0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217588088064237794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a fountain at the Pompidou Ugly Center. That's not what the place is really called. It is really the Pompidou center. There is a museum there with Modern Art. Mom thinks it is ugly. But Modern Art is the kind I do, so of course I like it. Mom says we are going to the museum this Sunday, since admission is free. The fountain had love stuff in it. Lips for kissing and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This big head is really fun. I picked his nose. It is a statue, but they let you climb on it if you want to. It is outside of Saint Eustach church. I liked the head better than the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiYe-C1ulI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixhEE4uY_pc/s1600-h/DSCN0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiYe-C1ulI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixhEE4uY_pc/s400/DSCN0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217587826127125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiZDR9_T8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GKveLzu9xCM/s1600-h/DSCN0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiZDR9_T8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GKveLzu9xCM/s200/DSCN0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217588449950781378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new friend Isabella.  She and her family are from Brazil, so Isabella speaks with an accent. Her dad does not speak with an accent. We had snacks with their family on the footbridge at the Louvre. We had Pringles and still fanta (fanta orange without bubbles), and beer. Mostly the grownups had beer. In this picture, Isabella and I were seeing who could do a better bridge. Who do you think did a better one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiZ92zDLhI/AAAAAAAAADE/gZEyzaJZ0PY/s1600-h/DSCN0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiZ92zDLhI/AAAAAAAAADE/gZEyzaJZ0PY/s200/DSCN0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217589456269422098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the comic place near our apartment, they have a whole bunch of Harry Potter Wands, and Lord of the Ring's stuff. There is a statue of Bellatrix LeStrange. There is also one of Ron Weasley in his frilly dress robes. Frilly is another word for girly. I have a copy of Ron's wand at home, but it does not work very well. It is like of like his first wand, which backfires. Mine doesn't do anything. At least it looks good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-8449998441121783709?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8449998441121783709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=8449998441121783709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8449998441121783709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8449998441121783709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/seeing-churches-and-daniel-visiting.html' title='Seeing Churches and Daniel Visiting'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGiYuN1g4OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MEhTUbGogtw/s72-c/DSCN0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-286260136367239742</id><published>2008-06-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:51:57.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The excitements of Paris</title><content type='html'>Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in Paris, and there is still more for me to see and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCm5ujgGJI/AAAAAAAAACU/_sJ4lUBD3VU/s1600-h/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCm5ujgGJI/AAAAAAAAACU/_sJ4lUBD3VU/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215351879174723730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week, I went to the Roman arena. About 2000 years ago, Romans lived in Paris. Only they called the colony Lutetia. They had baths, which are not like French or Parisian baths. They went into three different pools of water. Hot ones, warm ones, and cold ones. They also had the arena. The Romans loved games, and at the Roman arena, men would fight lions and the rich people sat right in the action. When the fighting lions was done, then they made comedy and tragedy films. Not really films, but they acted out like you would do in a play. I am going to go to the baths, but I already went to the arena. The arena has been fixed up, so it looks like it did in Roman days. It is really big, and lots of people eat their lunches there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCnMQ0wrlI/AAAAAAAAACc/tix5oBzPZJw/s1600-h/DSCN0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCnMQ0wrlI/AAAAAAAAACc/tix5oBzPZJw/s320/DSCN0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215352197611564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also climbed the Eiffel tower this weekend. It was about 1000 steps to get to the top, but I only went to first level, which took about 300 steps. There was a pastry shop on the first level, and we got to eat there. We could see all of Paris from there, even our apartment, and that is a long way away from the Eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the Eiffel tower, we saw the “first” meter. My Dad laid me down on his arms and put me on the meter, and I was being the scale, so you all know exactly how long a meter is. It is less long than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCnbpxgoPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wMAs3253h1k/s1600-h/DSCN0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCnbpxgoPI/AAAAAAAAACk/wMAs3253h1k/s320/DSCN0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215352462006853874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to eat some Falafel this weekend at King Falafel. It is where you go to get the best Falafels in the world. I also got to eat strudel from a Jewish bakery here. Mine was chocolate and it had some sort of fruit in it, but it was a good sort of fruit. I liked both the falafel and the strudel. I liked mine more than any other kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had rose flavored ice cream. It was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-286260136367239742?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/286260136367239742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=286260136367239742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/286260136367239742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/286260136367239742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/excitements-of-paris.html' title='The excitements of Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SGCm5ujgGJI/AAAAAAAAACU/_sJ4lUBD3VU/s72-c/DSCN0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-8533379362461236816</id><published>2008-06-19T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:57:34.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead people in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFpXoHWXTcI/AAAAAAAAACM/GR4K-CyOemg/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFpXoHWXTcI/AAAAAAAAACM/GR4K-CyOemg/s400/DSCN0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213575865314004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the catacombs, which are NOT combs for cats! They are like a cemetery, but they stacked up all the bones and skulls, and they don't bury them, or give them grave stones. They are just put there, and you don't know who they are. The catacombs are way under ground in old mines, and you have to walk through a bunch of tunnels to see the skulls and bones. The people of Paris had to put the bones down there because the cemeteries were overflowing, and there were germs from the dead bodies making the people who lived close to the cemeteries sick. The bones were put there a long time ago.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFpXWj0ZzFI/AAAAAAAAACE/DEV-LVx82cY/s1600-h/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFpXWj0ZzFI/AAAAAAAAACE/DEV-LVx82cY/s400/DSCN0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213575563718544466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cemeteries here are not like cemeteries at home. They bury dead bodies in little houses. And I saw a princess’s little house. It was covered in gold and said she was a princess, and I got my picture taken with it! We saw a real alive garden snail in the cemetery. We took a dead garden snail's shell home with us. We saw flowers there, and really weird clear books with flowers, that don't even turn, but there are flowers and it's clear. The cemetery also had a lot of wild cats. One cat just caught a pigeon and ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-8533379362461236816?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8533379362461236816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=8533379362461236816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8533379362461236816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8533379362461236816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-people-in-paris.html' title='Dead people in Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFpXoHWXTcI/AAAAAAAAACM/GR4K-CyOemg/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-2678437552496258346</id><published>2008-06-13T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:41:36.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grandma in Paris</title><content type='html'>I am still having fun in Paris. My Grandma has come to visit me. It was Grandma Barb who came. She lives in Minnetonka, Minnesota with Grandpa Jerry, but he didn’t come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFIhkqP0ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/h7DWoXiMv5c/s1600-h/DSCN0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFIhkqP0ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/h7DWoXiMv5c/s400/DSCN0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211264632520751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I walked to the metro (that’s a tube or a subway) station to pick up Grandma and her friends. Grandma came with three friends: Ms. Claire, Ms. Kathy and Ms. Beth. They are staying in the Timm Hotel. When they got off the metro, they took the stairs while everyone else took the escalator, so they had to carry their heavy bags up the stairs. In fact, Grandma had to carry Ms. Beth’s bag because Ms. Beth has a bad arm. And it was a BIG bag, even though Ms. Beth was told to bring a small bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch by the pantheon. Grandma and I shared a ham and cheese sandwich called a Monsieur. I loved it. I wouldn’t eat the tomato sandwich that mommy offered me, because I loved the ham and cheese sandwich so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went for a walk in Luxembourg  gardens. I played in the sand It was Wednesday, so the kids here were not in school. When the kids are not in school, they rent boats to them to sail in the fountain-pond. Ms. Claire thought they must have magnets in them, but they don’t. The wind blows them to the other side of the pond, and then the kids push them with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFIieGsj71I/AAAAAAAAABs/kGL4r9iyeeI/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFIieGsj71I/AAAAAAAAABs/kGL4r9iyeeI/s400/DSCN0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211265619410022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked to Notre Dame and the Seine, and then to the hotel. I liked showing things to Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mouffetard street for dinner. I ate snails and duck and crème brule with Grandma. I had fun showing her how you get the snails out of their shells and eat them. You have to grab the snail with a shell grabber. Then you use a little fork to reach in the shell and get the snail out.  It sounds easy, but it takes practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had an adventure. We had to find the Hard Rock Café, so Grandma and her friends could get their tickets. We took the Metro. It was cold, but we walked to the Louvre and the Grand Palais, just to see them. Then it started to rain. I got really wet. We couldn’t find the metro station, and it was cold. We finally got on a train and came to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunti Kari came to Paris when it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the rain cleared up, and we went to the zoo again. There was a new baby yak since the last time we came. He looked like a baby cow. He was so, so, so, so cute. Except his parents were trying to eat him, and I didn’t like that, since parents aren’t supposed to eat their babies, unless they’re Basket Woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-2678437552496258346?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/2678437552496258346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=2678437552496258346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/2678437552496258346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/2678437552496258346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandma-in-paris.html' title='A Grandma in Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SFIhkqP0ugI/AAAAAAAAABc/h7DWoXiMv5c/s72-c/DSCN0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-8659026306735315399</id><published>2008-06-10T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:16:58.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris is Crawling with Animals</title><content type='html'>Paris is an awesome place! I got to go to Aquaboulevard. It was so much fun! It’s the largest water park in all of Europe. There are lots of water slides, and a big pool with waves. My favorite slide is one that you go in through a big whale. The slide comes out the side of the whale. When you’re inside, you get to see all of the whale’s guts and stuff. There is even a baby whale in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6YDriQpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ED_4vwmJf_E/s1600-h/DSCN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6YDriQpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ED_4vwmJf_E/s400/DSCN0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269007907693666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There’s a pet district here in Paris, and we walked through it the other day. The pets were so cute. I saw some pigeons with curly feathers, and I saw another with feathers sticking up around his neck. And I saw a pigeon that looked like a turkey with its tail feathers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than just pigeons, though. I saw bunnies, and freshwater mussels. My dad said they were Anadonta something or another. They even had some cages with little squirrels in them. I think they were some kind of chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of dogs at the pet stores. They cost a lot of euros—that’s the money here. I got to see the chosing of the dog ceremony. That’s when people get to pick out the dog they want, and they get to hold it, and they start petting it. It was a black lab puppy that I saw chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6ZkG6VK2I/AAAAAAAAABM/3sigunRTry0/s1600-h/DSCN0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6ZkG6VK2I/AAAAAAAAABM/3sigunRTry0/s400/DSCN0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270664523852642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me tell you a little bit about dogs in Paris. They go everywhere with their owners. I repeat; EVERYWHERE. I see dogs on the street, in the park, in the stores, in restaurants, and on the subway. Most of the dogs here are very small. They’re cute. There is a drawback to all of the dogs, though. They poop everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. Mom even stepped in some dog poop. And you need to be careful about any puddle you see, because it might be dog pee. You have to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6Yt8RGPYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/btOgV8pDXS8/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6Yt8RGPYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/btOgV8pDXS8/s200/DSCN0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269733953617282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6ZOeX9PjI/AAAAAAAAABE/OvhRfH7iic0/s1600-h/DSCN0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6ZOeX9PjI/AAAAAAAAABE/OvhRfH7iic0/s200/DSCN0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270292865007154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collette is a special dog. She lives at the bookstore, and I get to see her almost every day. One day when I went to see her, I had my special stuffed dog, Nok, with me. She tried to eat him! She’s the best dog in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the zoo with my Mom yesterday. We had a good time. The wallabies were outside of the zoo, so that we saw them before we paid. The rest of the animals were inside the zoo. Mostly I saw goats. Different kinds of goats have different kinds of horns, but the babies of different kinds of goats look about the same—kind of like deer. One thing to watch out for at the zoo are the hippos. Ha ha ha. They didn’t actually have any alive hippos, but the statue was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6aAebzyGI/AAAAAAAAABU/gM8AUijOmO4/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6aAebzyGI/AAAAAAAAABU/gM8AUijOmO4/s400/DSCN0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210271151874623586" 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/5571861933557068365-8659026306735315399?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8659026306735315399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=8659026306735315399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8659026306735315399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8659026306735315399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/paris-is-crawling-with-animals.html' title='Paris is Crawling with Animals'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SE6YDriQpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ED_4vwmJf_E/s72-c/DSCN0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-8058120140422808427</id><published>2008-06-03T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:07:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a week in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SET5ddYhMkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lalaGAkaz9U/s1600-h/DSCN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SET5ddYhMkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lalaGAkaz9U/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207561353646125634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how much there is for me to see in Paris. There is a lot to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Louvre. That is a big art museum. One day we saw the sculptures and the Egypt stuff. The other day we saw a lot of paintings of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the Church called Saint Sulpice with my mom. It is really big and old. I got to light a candle. There were a lot of old paintings on the walls, but they were starting to fall to bits. Dan Brown wrote a book called the DaVinci Code with this church in it, and now lots of people visit it. They are getting more money now to fix up the church. I really liked a statue of a saint, because it had two different feet-- the one foot was shiny and all of the toes were worn off because people who wanted that saint to help them touched him. So, over the years, his toes have worn off. I think he needs new toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took us on the metro to a beautiful antique market. I got to look at lots of china dolls, but only their heads, hands and feet. Not their bodies, because their bodies weren't sewed on yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a friend the other day. His name is Remy. We both love math and star wars. Remy likes to fight with pretend light sabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a book shop that sells books in English. It has a shop dog that I like. Her name is Collette. She is black, and likes sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SET52Tl-kfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qHGGaf2dW4Q/s1600-h/DSCN0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SET52Tl-kfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qHGGaf2dW4Q/s400/DSCN0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207561780514951666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to ride a merry-go-round in Luxembourg gardens where you hold a stick and use it to catch little metal rings every time you go around. I caught six!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-8058120140422808427?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8058120140422808427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=8058120140422808427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8058120140422808427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/8058120140422808427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-week-in-paris.html' title='The end of a week in Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SET5ddYhMkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lalaGAkaz9U/s72-c/DSCN0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-4773121106728434896</id><published>2008-05-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:25:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Monkey Girl in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SDriEWBijjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lLbITH2DK_8/s1600-h/DSCN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SDriEWBijjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lLbITH2DK_8/s320/DSCN0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720883639422514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Paris is really fun. We went to the Seine twice, and we went to the Eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate snails. They looked like spinach and tasted very good. They tasted like garlic and butter. It was really fun to dip the bread into the snail "drippings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I ate this really good chocolate crepe. For lunch I ate a really good cheese sandwich, and a couple of bites of a really terrible bacon sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I played in a really neat playground in the Jardin du Luxembourg. I rolled on a thing like a big ball. There is a pond there with ducks and sailboats. There is also a really big palace there which is now an art museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having so much fun, I wish my friends could come with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-4773121106728434896?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4773121106728434896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=4773121106728434896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4773121106728434896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4773121106728434896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-monkey-girl-in-paris.html' title='An American Monkey Girl in Paris'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YweAugRQXE/SDriEWBijjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lLbITH2DK_8/s72-c/DSCN0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571861933557068365.post-5536664335618832052</id><published>2007-12-02T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:25:33.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Daphne Holiday Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, Daphne Holiday and Her Daddy recorded our version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" by Martin &amp;amp; Blane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yuletide gay&lt;br /&gt;From now on, our troubles will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were are as in olden days&lt;br /&gt;happy golden days of yore&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;gather near to us  once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we all will be together&lt;br /&gt;If the Fates allow&lt;br /&gt;Hang a shining star upon the highest bough&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f33980e0ac38cb44" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df33980e0ac38cb44%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DE795780F88871271E0DB0C2D0851DB99EF4BEE.52DEBA9C32707F4F187A3B955C418FC33E9F9DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df33980e0ac38cb44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Jbbzva-bG22qpGgwVL9yS9md-0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df33980e0ac38cb44%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491101%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DE795780F88871271E0DB0C2D0851DB99EF4BEE.52DEBA9C32707F4F187A3B955C418FC33E9F9DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df33980e0ac38cb44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Jbbzva-bG22qpGgwVL9yS9md-0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-5536664335618832052?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f33980e0ac38cb44&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/5536664335618832052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=5536664335618832052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/5536664335618832052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/5536664335618832052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-daphne-holiday-xmas-song.html' title='2007 Daphne Holiday Xmas Song'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-4149703181749815572</id><published>2007-11-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:28:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Daphne Holiday Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>In 2006, the Daphne Holiday Christmas song was Jingle Bells. The video has the song as well as a bunch of repeating video from sledding at Valley Forge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ced91ed554b17de5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dced91ed554b17de5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF85D312053E01ABCE9B05B87050705DDCFCF7C.4851E8081B999D9D6EB678E3A60263A46A174BC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dced91ed554b17de5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC0BaPrMYP-EN_yUXOXezherQZG0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dced91ed554b17de5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332491102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF85D312053E01ABCE9B05B87050705DDCFCF7C.4851E8081B999D9D6EB678E3A60263A46A174BC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dced91ed554b17de5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC0BaPrMYP-EN_yUXOXezherQZG0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-4149703181749815572?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ced91ed554b17de5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4149703181749815572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=4149703181749815572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4149703181749815572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4149703181749815572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2007/11/2006-daphne-holiday-xmas-song.html' title='2006 Daphne Holiday Xmas Song'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-1600214042175742143</id><published>2007-11-25T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:32:12.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Daphne Holiday Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>In 2005, Daphne Holiday recorded the first of her annual Christmas songs. That year it was Santa Claus is Coming to Town. 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Her mission is to get the world to have more plants, and take away the evils who might hurt her plants.  Garden girl uses a trowel to block, and a rake to shrink and make people bleed.  She uses her magic glove to water people and kill them, by watering them too much.  Garden gnomes are her enemies. Fortunately, Garden girl has tomato cage power to put enemies in a tomato cage.  The tomato cages help her get around with lots and lots of garden things, and take powers away from the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden girl has fertilizer power to make the good grow bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. Then after she makes them grow bigger, she does her magic dance to make gold for everyone. The gold is magical and it spreads seeds.  She uses seeds to get more power.  Garden girl can run as fast as lightening and she can do anything. Sometimes she does other things like climb high, high mountains. She can fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571861933557068365-4948570820410368563?l=daphnegraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4948570820410368563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571861933557068365&amp;postID=4948570820410368563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4948570820410368563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571861933557068365/posts/default/4948570820410368563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnegraf.blogspot.com/2007/06/garden-girl-new-super-hero.html' title='Garden Girl: a New Super Hero'/><author><name>Daphne Graf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932382451991934336</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-5571861933557068365.post-6301614138307584635</id><published>2007-06-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:13:17.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Paia</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Information About the Land of Paia&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Christmas in Paia&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;What do people do for christmas in Paia?  Well, they just celebrate it and do it.  They have very nice hairdos, sometimes they make it stick up.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Their Santa Clause is really invisible, so no one can see him, and his sleigh is reindeer pink.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;People sometimes give ducky presents.  Sometimes they give jack-in-the-box presents.  They don't give water  and milk. There's already water and milk. The Mill delivers it every 10 seconds.  Delivery is Matthew's job. Aidan is the boss. He just tells me how to make the milk and the water.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;They have a very short dinner on christmas.  They eat water and milk, but they put it in pretty cups.  They trim their cat's fur and put it around the glass. It's really pretty because Paian cats are (this is a secret, so let me whisper it in your ear) they're pink and purple and yellow and green.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The Paians do have Christmas parties. They "Pin the ornament on the Christmas tree", and they sing Christmas carols. Their favorites are "Meow-cat, rough-dog" and "Jingle bells."&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;The Mill&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The Mill is red, like the little red wagon.  You  make milk and water at the mill.  There's lots of Paia cows and we just squeeze them. Sometimes Aidan kills them to find the milk. It's the meanest game ever.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The Mill can turn into anything.  It can turn into a tippy boat. There's a secret way into it -- that's a tunnel.  And it turns into a car.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Cats in Paia&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;They stand up like people and it is a surprise if you haven't seen it.  Cats in Paia speak. They talk about everything.  But do you know what they don't do that Paians do? Paians are all the same shape, but the Paian cats aren't all the same shape. Some look like bunnies, some like monsters--so they look very funny. There are all different kinds of paia cats.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Paian's sometimes cut cats' fur.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;People in Paia&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There are all different kinds of people in Paia.  The girls have light hair and they wear dresses. The grown-up ones wear purple dresses.  The little girls wear green. It kind of looks like a ballet show--that's their style.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Boys in Paia have all different colored hair, but most of them are bald.  The grown up ones wear blue suits, and the little boy ones wear orange.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;My Favorite Thing in Paia&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My favorite thing is Paia is that there are no rivers or creeks or ponds. There are only swimming pools. We take the water from the swimming pools so that other people can have water to play in.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Trees in Paia&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;In the winter it doesn't snow and it's just cold. There's still leaves on the trees. 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