<?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-6019153</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:51.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalypso the Great's Amazing Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>A fabulous online journal about Kalypso and her life-long odyssey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-114360790380208666</id><published>2006-03-28T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:14:57.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I moved all my past and future blog entries to my homepage:kalypsotheodyssey. Check it out, and adieu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/114360790380208666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/114360790380208666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-moved-all-my-past-and-future-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113673315562792940</id><published>2006-01-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:12:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I Broke My ArmWhen I broke my arm the first time, I broke two bones. One of them was broke more than the other. A few days ago I was rollerblading and I still had a titanium rod in my arm. I was wearing all the pads I needed to but I fell on some pavement (I am not as careful on dirt and grass as I am on pavement because I know if I fall it won't hurt as much). So there was some really dirty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113673315562792940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113673315562792940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-i-broke-my-arm-when-i-broke-my-arm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113673267791537804</id><published>2006-01-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:06:31.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ted the Bear and his UnderwareMy father saw an amazing thing the other day. It was this picture.  He asked for an explanation and this is my version of the story:Ted the bear was terrified, as the waters were rising, and he could not swim. He tried to learn to swim once, but it turned out that he was a stuffed bear, and without blubber and lungs, let alone gills, he didn’t have much luck in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113673267791537804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113673267791537804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2006/01/ted-bear-and-his-underware-my-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113517066279676639</id><published>2005-12-21T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T09:19:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Oot Needs A Friend for ChristmasWith all the homework I am getting, I don't have much time for other things. One of them is Oot. Whenever I go over to his cage he is curled up, trying to look happy. But I can tell there is a look of lonliness on his face. Do you know that sugar gliders can die of lonliness? It is true. They need you to spend time with them each day, and that does not just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113517066279676639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113517066279676639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-oot-needs-friend-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113388128744087926</id><published>2005-12-06T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:02:16.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tel Zayit InscriptionRemember how I went on the dig last summer at Zeitah in Israel? Well there was a bit of info that I left out because it was secret. We found a 3,000 year old abecedary. We had to swear to secrecy for a while but now we can tell you about it because it has been published. Dan was the one who found it. It was a stone that was in a wall and it was the last day of the dig that he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113388128744087926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113388128744087926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/12/tel-zayit-inscription-remember-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113371783409308060</id><published>2005-12-04T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:42:01.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Christmas  List Dear Santa, I have 10 items on this list. You can choose any of the ones you want and however many of the ones you want to give me. And if there are any other things that you think that I might like you can give those to me also. I've done many good things to deserve these like be nice to my brother Gilgamesh, take out the trash, feed the dogs every now and then, do my homework</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113371783409308060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113371783409308060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-christmas-list-dear-santa-i-have-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113330827837128632</id><published>2005-11-29T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:51:18.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is Really Happening:I know that the last poem I wrote was kind of harsh.  This is what is really happening: We have a huge Christmas tree that we bought for 20.00$ at HyVee.  GREAT DEAL!  We have tons of ornaments and we will have plenty of toys this Christmas.  This Christmas will be even better because most of our cousins and family are here.  So we will have a great Christmas and a Happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113330827837128632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113330827837128632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-really-happening-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113313574782926942</id><published>2005-11-27T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:55:47.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Versus KatrinaWe cry, we weep, we cannot sleepWithout nighmares short and long,I'll ask of you not to feel sorryas you read this song.A hurricane wrecked our thingsand even how we live,I'll tell you now I'll tell you oncePeople this is no fib.Katrina destroyed our houseand the things we own,And even worse we still have to payoff all of our family's loans.We have little money for toys,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113313574782926942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113313574782926942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-versus-katrina-we-cry-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113129216090704653</id><published>2005-11-06T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:49:20.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self PortraitIn art class I drew this using water color pencils. My parents asked me why there were purple mountains and why there was an owl and a deer and little birdie and a bunny. I said "I don't know."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113129216090704653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113129216090704653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/11/self-portrait-in-art-class-i-drew-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-113088688182552564</id><published>2005-11-01T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:14:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113088688182552564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/113088688182552564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112951167394457356</id><published>2005-10-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:14:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IF  YOU  GIVE  A  SQUIRREL  A  SMOOTHIE If you give a squirrel a smoothie he will probobly want a straw to go with it. When you give him the straw, he will drink it too fast and get a brain freeze. Then he will get cold and ask for a cover. Once you give him the cover, he will want a pillow  and a bed to go with it. When he receives the items, the squirrel will want you to read him a story. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112951167394457356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112951167394457356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-you-give-squirrel-smoothie-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112829927119566138</id><published>2005-10-02T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:27:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter No. 6 I finally finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! I am so glad to finaly be done with it. Well I can't tell you much but I can tell you this. You probably  already know this but somebody does die although I cannot tell you who or how. He is very important especially to Harry. Other than that Harry is given a book that was once used by the half blood prince. He had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112829927119566138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112829927119566138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/10/harry-potter-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112803272695450060</id><published>2005-09-29T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:25:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OotI am so glad that my little pet Oot is OK. My dad brought him home from New Orleans and I never knew what happened to him until he arrived back at the house. My mom woke me up and said that Oot was here and that Abu (my dad) was here also. I was so relieved because I was so worried about Oot. I was also worried about my father. He had been away for a week and even that long of being apart is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112803272695450060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112803272695450060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/09/oot-i-am-so-glad-that-my-little-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112726086367212902</id><published>2005-09-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:01:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New SchoolMy new school's name is Sunset Hills Elementary. It is a nice school with lots of nice people. I love it. It is the same school that my dad went to. I enjoy it very much and my brother goes there too. He also enjoys it. But moving to a new school is tough, not to mention in my case, a new city and a new life. But it has been suprisingly easy. So, my teacher's name is Ms. Sofia. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112726086367212902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112726086367212902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-school-my-new-schools-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112672962452392989</id><published>2005-09-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:27:04.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Looking for My New Orleans FriendsHi friends from New Orleans. If you would like to get in touch with me, because I would love to know how you are doing, email my dad. He is at mmhoman AT yahoo DOT com. I don't check my email that often, but you could also try kalypsotheodyssey AT yahoo DOT com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112672962452392989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112672962452392989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-looking-for-my-new-orleans-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112672946987745383</id><published>2005-09-14T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:24:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katrina and Kalypso Something bad happened to me this summer. Because of Hurricane Katrina, I am now living in Omaha Nebraska. I am in the fifth grade at Sunset Hills Elementary, and this is the fifth school that I have attended and I'm in the fifth grade. Weird.  I don't know when I can go back to my house and school in New Orleans. Probably not for a long time. In New Orleans my family and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112672946987745383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112672946987745383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-and-kalypso-something-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112414881495936203</id><published>2005-08-15T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:49:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMToday is my mom's birthday. I made her a cake but she does not yet know, although she did open a few presents that we got her in Israel. It was ear rings and a ring. My Grandma Susan is staying here and will be  here for a few more days. It is nice to have her around.The cake looks so good just look.  If only you could taste it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112414881495936203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112414881495936203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-mom-today-is-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112239562886434901</id><published>2005-07-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:33:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Place Like HomeThe dig has come to an end. I am sitting at home thinking of all the wonderful times I have hade over the past six weeks. I had so much fun in Israel. I just finished the seventh and final book in the Chronicles of Narnia. Now I'm going to read the newest Harry Potter book.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112239562886434901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112239562886434901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-place-like-home-dig-has-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112185227792394426</id><published>2005-07-20T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:37:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Birthday PicsOur camera is broken, so these pictures were sent to Abu from Jill Baker, who is sort of the official Albright photographer among other things.      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112185227792394426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112185227792394426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-birthday-pics-our-camera-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112179287378115270</id><published>2005-07-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:07:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double DigitsToday is my 10th birthday. My dad keeps on telling me that it will be twice as hard now to write my age because I will have to write two numbers instead of one. Today I had a beautiful cake, it had coconut shedding thingies and frosting and lots of layers and it has a sparkler thing that took a long time to go out. I'd say even five minutes. Here is a picture of the cake:I woke up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112179287378115270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112179287378115270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/double-digits-today-is-my-10th.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112127694106194970</id><published>2005-07-13T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:49:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Site  During a typical day on the dig, we wake up at 4:30, get ready, and leave for the tell in a van that leaves at 5 AM. We leave on the first van. When we are on site we work from 5 AM to 8:30 when we have breakfast. Then we work from 9 AM until 11 AM when it is fruit break. Then from 11:15 until 1 PM we work, then at 1 we come back to the kibbutz for lunch. While we work we use petiches, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112127694106194970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112127694106194970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-site-during-typical-day-on-dig-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112100874930969984</id><published>2005-07-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:19:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another DeathRemember the kitties? Well one of them passed away. It was Butterscotch. He was so nice and cute. When I saw him last he was covered in ants. My dog thinks there was a dog but I say no because I can't see any teeth marks. I think it was the Juvenile Delinquents. They are horrible people. Some people had to call the cops the other day because they locked some girls in a room and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112100874930969984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112100874930969984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-death-remember-kitties-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112092102076439150</id><published>2005-07-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T07:57:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another BookI just finished reading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, number five in the Chronicles of Narnia series. Now I am going to read The Silver Chair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112092102076439150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112092102076439150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-book-i-just-finished-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112075696772615039</id><published>2005-07-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:22:47.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lectures Started July 6th, finished July 7thAfter pottery washing we go to a lecture. It takes an hour but you can learn a great deal in it. Tonight, Gabi Barkai (you may have heard his name before) gave a lecture about seal impressions. Tomorrow my dad will have a lecture on alcohol and the ancient times and drinking and excavating. (This is Kalypso's father. During my lecture Kalypso fell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112075696772615039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112075696772615039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/lectures-started-july-6th-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112050422835953036</id><published>2005-07-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:10:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112050422835953036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112050422835953036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112040601512175643</id><published>2005-07-03T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:53:35.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ashkelon BeachToday I went to the beach in Ashkelon.  I went with Abu, who took the picture, and from left to right, Erin, (me), Kate, and John.  This is what I looked like before I put on my swimsuit, and  this is me in my swimming suit standing next to a giant white jellyfish. In Hebrew they call them "Medusa." This is a jelly fish close up  and I can see why they call it Medusa. After much sun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112040601512175643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112040601512175643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/ashkelon-beach-today-i-went-to-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112028245494880011</id><published>2005-07-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:34:14.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Week Three Photos    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112028245494880011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112028245494880011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-week-three-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-112014599802331954</id><published>2005-06-30T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:39:58.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The PhilistinesAfter every day we go to pottery washing. It is at the pottery lab at 4:30 PM. We take the pottery and wash it off so we can read it. There are no words to read usually, just some experts named Gabi and Barbara examine it and see what kind it is and if there are any inscriptions. Just the other day, I washed one of the most important pieces we found on the sight. It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112014599802331954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/112014599802331954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/philistines-after-every-day-we-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111997203554656294</id><published>2005-06-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:20:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some more pics   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111997203554656294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111997203554656294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-more-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111989482825971501</id><published>2005-06-27T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:53:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends on the SiteAll of the people on the dig are nice, and at the kibbutz also. But there are some who are nicer to me or I like them more than others. Of course I love my dad. He has a student named Roy who is also very nice, but I pick on him sometimes. There are two square supervisors named Kate and Erin. They are really nice. There is a girl whom you may know if you read my other blogs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111989482825971501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111989482825971501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-on-site-all-of-people-on-dig.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111969634781468767</id><published>2005-06-25T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T03:45:47.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Quicktime movie my dad made last week about 2 Kings 8, in which Hazael takes the throne of Aram, can be seen here. I play the role of Hazael, and my friend Madeleine plays the role of Elisha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111969634781468767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111969634781468767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/quicktime-movie-my-dad-made-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111968267318910364</id><published>2005-06-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:57:53.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week Two Pics    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111968267318910364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111968267318910364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-two-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111946004241090081</id><published>2005-06-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:07:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bye Bye BirdieToday was a very sad day for me. I didn't see how anybody can be happy after the event that happened today. Lemon Drops, the bird in the hole in the pit, somehow fell out overnight and went into eternal hibernation. He was too young to die. We tried to give it some water but it was too sick. It was barely alive in the morning when we got there, and before breakfast it was dead. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111946004241090081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111946004241090081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/bye-bye-birdie-today-was-very-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111938096672850054</id><published>2005-06-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:09:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lemon Drops June 21We found out about birds' nests today. One is a very cute, fat bird that has a black like mask of fur covering its eyes. It has a yellow face and a green neck. He's so cute and fury I named him "Lemon Drops." We have to get up really early in the morning when it is freezing and cold outside. It brought a really nice sweater so if I brought it out there it would get ruined so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111938096672850054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111938096672850054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/lemon-drops-june-21-we-found-out-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111938045390868330</id><published>2005-06-21T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:03:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Dig PhotosMe and my newest friend, the bird in the pit in square 0-19Sy Gitin, the director of the Albright Institute of Archaeological Research, came to Tel Zeitah yesterday. Once he gave me a Yankees baseball hat. He's a nice man.It has been nice spending so much time with Abu.The "Trench" contains much Late Bronze material.You can see more pics on my dad's Flickr page.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111938045390868330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111938045390868330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-dig-photos-me-and-my-newest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111929160415973368</id><published>2005-06-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:20:04.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost and Found June 20I haven’t had much to write for a while, therefore I have not written in my journal for a while. Today we went down to the farm and I saw some cows. We went to close to the baby cows and we triggered an alarm, but we got out OK. I buried Harey the rabbit a few days ago. I lost my trowel and my swimming goggles, but I found my trowel in a big container on the sight. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111929160415973368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111929160415973368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost-and-found-june-20-i-havent-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111910281688760735</id><published>2005-06-18T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:53:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shabat Party Saturday, June 18thWe went to a party last night. It was at a restaurant called the Bistro. It started at 10 pm and ended when everyone went home which ended up being 12:30. It was really fun. There was music, free drinks, and dancing. One of the people on the dig, Kristen, was a really good dancer. She took lots of dance classes and knew all of the moves. We did lots of dances and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111910281688760735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111910281688760735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/shabat-party-saturday-june-18th-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111885909968871798</id><published>2005-06-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:11:39.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pokey Is Harey June 15When I excavated the porcupine today I found out that Pokey is really a hare. I found this out when I found that its back legs were exactly like a hare’s. Because of this I had to rename it Harey. When we came back from the dig site I did not go into the pool for some reason. I think it was that I set my watch but it never went off so I overslept during my nap. I took many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111885909968871798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111885909968871798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/pokey-is-harey-june-15-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111875844035826575</id><published>2005-06-14T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:14:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some dig photos   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875844035826575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875844035826575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-dig-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111875696336692405</id><published>2005-06-14T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:49:23.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Porcupine June 13, 2005Two very weird things happened today. Well first of all I found a porcupine skeleton that still had some fur on it so it must have died recently. I think it fell into the pit in which I was working. Next it rained while I was on the dig site. What makes it weird is that it never rains in Israel on the dig site in June. It only rained a few drops but it was weird. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875696336692405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875696336692405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/porcupine-june-13-2005-two-very-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111875690624828467</id><published>2005-06-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:48:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Kibbutz June 12It was my first day on the kibbutz. We went over to the dig site, and it was very hot. I felt like I was going to feint. So we came back after the thirty minute orientation which seemed like two hours and I took a swim in the pool. I really miss my family but at least I am not getting homesick. We arrived on the kibbutz on Saturday when I went swimming for the first time here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875690624828467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111875690624828467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/kibbutz-june-12-it-was-my-first-day-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111842925048495237</id><published>2005-06-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:47:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading and RelaxingLast night I went to bed at 11PM, and slept until noon today. I must have been tired from the jet lag. We missed breakfast so instead we went to a felafel stand. I wrote some postcards, and we went to send them but the post office was closed. I started the book The Magician's Nephew today. It is about a boy named Digory and a girl named Polly. The boy just moved into a row of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111842925048495237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111842925048495237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/reading-and-relaxing-last-night-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111832200169117275</id><published>2005-06-09T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T06:00:01.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everywhere in Jerusalem        So I'm in Jerusalem at the Albright Institute of Archaeological Research. Earlier we went just about everywhere in Jerusalem on foot. We went to the Dome of the Rock, the Temple Mount, the Holy Sepulcher, the Gihon Spring, the City of David, the Via Dolorosa, the Western Wall, and then back to the Albright. You can see more pictures from today here on Flickr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111832200169117275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111832200169117275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/06/everywhere-in-jerusalem-so-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111731460640995000</id><published>2005-05-28T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:10:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I Broke My ArmOn May 8th, Mother's Day, I was at Jesuit High School with some of my friends. I was on the machine in the picture above with my friends. Do you see the orange poles to the right? And the black flat parts to the left. Well me and my friends were pushing down the flat black parts down to the ground and then we were standing on top of them with the orange poles in the air. One of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111731460640995000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111731460640995000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-i-broke-my-arm-on-may-8th-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111721886234891846</id><published>2005-05-27T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:34:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's Out for SummerWell we got no choice-All the girls and boys-Makin all that noise-'Cause they found new toys-Well we can't salute ya-Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya-That's a dragSchool's out for summer-School's out forever-School's been blown to piecesNo more pencils-No more books-No more teacher's dirty looksWell we got no class-And we got no principles-And we got no innocence-We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111721886234891846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111721886234891846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/schools-out-for-summer-well-we-got-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111685527985690486</id><published>2005-05-23T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T06:34:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KalypsoBrokenArm</title><summary type='text'>     KalypsoBrokenArm    Originally uploaded by Michael Homan. Here is another picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111685527985690486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111685527985690486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/kalypsobrokenarm.html' title='KalypsoBrokenArm'/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111685524494628896</id><published>2005-05-23T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T06:34:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Arm Picture One</title><summary type='text'>     brokearmclose    Originally uploaded by Michael Homan. ouch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111685524494628896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111685524494628896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/broken-arm-picture-one.html' title='Broken Arm Picture One'/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111679661339483018</id><published>2005-05-22T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:16:53.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DucksToday I had to let my ducks go. We went to a big lake at City Park with many other ducks. We let them go swimming to see if they wanted to stay or to come back with us. They stayed and it really upset me. My parents said that I had to let them stay there. I was very depressed. I know the ducks are happier there. I still haven't got over it though. They were great friends to me and it was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111679661339483018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111679661339483018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/ducks-today-i-had-to-let-my-ducks-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111610121689546286</id><published>2005-05-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:06:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BROKEN ARMI broke my armoh no! boo hoo! and now I can't even tie my shoe. All I can do all day is sleep. I'm so tired of the T.V. I am starting to weep.All I want to do is get active and play,that's the only thing I can think of all day.I ask my dad for stuff to do,but he gives me stuff thats even too hard for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111610121689546286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111610121689546286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/05/broken-arm-i-broke-my-arm-oh-no-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111427143087044379</id><published>2005-04-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:50:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COLORADOIn my class I am doing a project on Colorado. At the end of the project we are going to have a dinner party. We will have to dress up as our state and bring some food from the state. I am bringing my state’s buffalo hamburger. I will also bring fries and some sliced pickles. We will put our food on a plate that includes things about our state. The plate will be on a placemat that has  to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111427143087044379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111427143087044379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/04/colorado-in-my-class-i-am-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111316333167463014</id><published>2005-04-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:02:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DucklingsA week ago I bought some ducks to add to my so-called farm. We named one of them Quackers. He is a yellow duckling, and he will be white duck because the guy at the pet store said he would  be a white duck. He also said he would quack his head off is he could not find a friend. So we got Satchmo, he is a mallard. Every day they get bigger. Now they doubled their size and are now the size</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111316333167463014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111316333167463014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/04/ducklings-week-ago-i-bought-some-ducks.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111024590413922232</id><published>2005-03-07T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:38:24.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My second draft:When Dogs Used To TalkBy Kalypso HomanMany people do not know the true story of dogs . . . but I do. Long ago, dogs used to talk. Yes, yes, sure they speak their own language now, like “growl,” which means “back off, and “roof,” which means “feed me,” and “eerrrrrrrrrr” which of course means “Sorry I ate your shoe.”  But dogs used to speak to humans in the human tongue. How do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111024590413922232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111024590413922232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-second-draft-when-dogs-used-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-111015339120441289</id><published>2005-03-06T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:56:31.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is some writing contest thing coming up, and it is due in a week I think. Here is my first draft.When Dogs Used To TalkMany people do not know the true story of dogs. But I do. A long time ago, dogs used to talk. Yes, Yes, sure they speak their own language now, but say nine hundred trillion years ago, dogs used to talk to humans. How do I know this? Good question, but that is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111015339120441289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/111015339120441289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/03/there-is-some-writing-contest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110824219416851695</id><published>2005-02-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:03:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mardi Gras in New OrleansMardi Gras is one of the things that makes New Orleans such a great place to live. It began January 6th as usual, but ended early, February 8th this year. Luckily I did not get hit in the head by anything hard, but the rest of my family did get hit with beads and even a coconut. This year for Zulu we got 8 coconuts! That is a record for us. We usually get two. My family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110824219416851695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110824219416851695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/02/mardi-gras-in-new-orleans-mardi-gras.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110642496183237710</id><published>2005-01-22T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:16:01.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Shrimp EtouffeYummm. Oh, I just finished making my world famous shrimp etouffe. Before you get started, you will need the following ingrediants. One medium onion, one block of butter, garlic, flour, bay leaf, can of tomato sauce, shrimp, Tony Chachere's seasoning, green onions, parsley, and water. Once you have all of the ingrediants you will have to chop the green onions, garlic, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110642496183237710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110642496183237710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/01/shrimp-etouffe-yummm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110601265842827291</id><published>2005-01-17T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:44:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MLKI finaly got my little brother to dress up like a girl. He looked like a clown when he was done so I had to help him so we could go show mom. She insistead that he took a bath so we could go to the childerens museum. To day there were many activitease for the martin luther king holiday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110601265842827291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110601265842827291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/01/mlk-i-finaly-got-my-little-brother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110476436668203629</id><published>2005-01-03T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T06:59:26.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a new year. Why not have some cheer? Some great times and some parts too, well come on and let's party with you oh come on celebration come on celebrate ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110476436668203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110476436668203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110132338467433372</id><published>2004-11-24T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:17:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Ten: The Final Chapter . . . Or is it?It was ten years later:"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" The world will  be taken over by evil robots in your lifetime. Are you ready? It is time to get ready to fight. Eat healthy, exercise, and get used to using weapons. Be prepared. You should drink gatoraide. We are all going to die.Just kidding. Ahahahaha, you thought the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132338467433372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132338467433372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-ten-final-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110132184337256293</id><published>2004-11-24T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:13:19.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Nine: The Battle is OverIt was an emergency. They had to find somthing that worked and quick! They used the hypnotized robots and seemed to be much more powerful than normal. The robots were from the future and then KABOOM! One of the evil robots self-destructed. It made the other ones explode exept the hypnotized ones. Over the next year there was no site of the robots. They were so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132184337256293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132184337256293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-nine-battle-is-over-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110132030194982330</id><published>2004-11-24T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T10:18:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Eight: Robots Don't Breathe"Sleeping gas," Arnold suggested.It was a great idea but there only appeared to be one problem. Where would they to get it? At the source! They planned to break into the sleeping gas factory. They chose some special CIA operatives for this mission including Brock and Crystal, leaving Arnold behind. They went to get as much gas as they could. As they came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132030194982330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132030194982330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-eight-robots-dont-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110132002571884544</id><published>2004-11-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T10:13:45.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Seven: The War BeganIt took about a year to build! When the super robot was done, they had a feast in celebration of it. It was like Thanksgiving. But then, who had to come but the same giant robot to wreck the party. Except for this time there was an army of them. "All CIA members report to plant Robot. Repeat: all CIA members report to plan Robot."And so the war began. Each team </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132002571884544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110132002571884544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-seven-war-began-it-took-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110130387616915017</id><published>2004-11-24T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T06:01:52.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Six: The PlanAfter cleaning up it was time for the plan. At first someone suggested to find the robot base but Brock told them they were from the future. It was very hard for them to find a good plan for they all seemed to reveal their secret identity. For instanse one said to tell every one they needed help but it would be hard to do that without telling them that they were in the CIA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110130387616915017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110130387616915017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-six-plan-after-cleaning-up-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110126704880932625</id><published>2004-11-23T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T05:57:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Five: BeliefIt took a while to convince Nadia and the other CIA members that what happened happened. The only proof they had was that the robot broke into the building. Of course that was good proof so they had to beilive them. Then it was war! They had to get the best technology to stop it. After the robot broke down it disappeared as if it became invisible. Then they had some major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110126704880932625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110126704880932625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-five-belief-it-took-while-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110125281427124228</id><published>2004-11-23T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:53:15.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Four: Rotten Pizza"Hey, you two wanna grab some pitza?" Asked Brock."Sure, we would love to," answered Arnold and Crystal at the same time.They went out to New York Pizza and ate.T hey ate for twenty minutes  but then, BOOM!A car came throuth the window! Brock said, "Who are THEY? Did I ever tell you what hapened to me when I was young? WELL here are some robots from the future. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110125281427124228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110125281427124228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-four-rotten-pizza-hey-you-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110065540940453577</id><published>2004-11-16T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:36:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Three: Crystal"The bell rang a couple of hours a go," said a girl. " Who is she?" asked Brock."She's Crystal"answered Nadia.He went home, planned his day for tomorrow and finally fell asleep while playing a video game. He dreamed about Nadia and Arnold. They were running from the robots but in the nick of time, Brock woke up. He was panting, but then he went back to sleep. The next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110065540940453577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110065540940453577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-three-crystal-bell-rang-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110057161188309436</id><published>2004-11-15T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:21:00.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Two: Girl Like HeavenIt was so hard, training for the C.I.A. but when they mentioned that they were in the CIA they were in! It was amazing they had never seen so much techology in one place. Their trainer was like heaven. They fell in love evry time they saw her. Her name was Nadia. Besides the fact she was pretty, she was strict. She would not let a soul leave whithout completing all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110057161188309436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110057161188309436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-two-girl-like-heaven-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-110014180695329238</id><published>2004-11-10T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:34:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Hide: Chapter One "I can run but I can't hide. They always come back for me. They killed my parents and my girl Sanity.  Now they are coming back for me. My name is Brock, I used to work for S.W.A.T. and now I am being chased by robots from the future."Brock is at work when he is called to his boss's ofice. " What was it?" asked his friend Arnold when he got to the locker room. Brock  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110014180695329238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/110014180695329238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-hide-chapter-one-i-can-run-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109923370548639020</id><published>2004-10-31T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T06:41:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109923370548639020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109923370548639020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109915032973970761</id><published>2004-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T08:32:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Today I went bowling, it was great. My teamates were my frends from school.I had tons of spaires but no strikes. I lost with the lowest points in the first game(48 points) but in the last game I came out with 96 points wining the game. I can't wate til'll the next game!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109915032973970761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109915032973970761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-i-went-bowling-it-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109865010678721582</id><published>2004-10-24T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T13:36:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Day at the Beach Today we (Gilgamesh, Gma Susan, Abu, and me) went to the beach! It was great, besides the fact we could only stay for 45 minutes. During that time we swam, fished, ate, flew kites, and built sand castles. It was great, all the things that you need to have a good life. We brought the dogs, they were fun but the were tough  to handle.  Man O man I hope we can do this next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109865010678721582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109865010678721582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-at-beach-today-we-gilgamesh-gma.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109805777254931365</id><published>2004-10-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T17:02:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Letter About Harry Potter                                                                                                                                                           Dear J. K. Rowlings,   I'm now reading your fith book. Its great so far, like all your other books. I am at the spot where Harry is at Number 12 Grimwould place. I love your books, I heard that someone dies in it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109805777254931365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109805777254931365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/letter-about-harry-potter-dear-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109795921197104083</id><published>2004-10-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T13:40:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I work and Jack's StoryI have to do work all day. I mean laundry, dishes, clean my room, as well as the living room, also the kitchen, and all the other rooms in the house, do my homework,feed the pets, mop the floors, and now this blog. I have to write two paragraphs. I have to do this, two paragraphs but I already did one paragaph therefore I only have to do one, anyway here it goes ( The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109795921197104083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109795921197104083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-work-and-jacks-story-i-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109761007035265975</id><published>2004-10-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:41:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SymphonyThe sea splashed the shore and a whale, washed up and cried as its body dried up. Abandoned, sad ,dying, and hungry it cried for many days untill the day of a herd and what a herd it was. It was as if a volcano erupted and it sounded like niagra falls. Bulls, giraffes,cats, dogs, monkeys, reptiles, birds and humans...the things that will later save his life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109761007035265975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109761007035265975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/10/symphony-sea-splashed-shore-and-whale.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109321007782934595</id><published>2004-08-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:27:57.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My love for you is very strong, my love for you is also rong. You are both cute you are both great but who will be my number eight.  I love you both it's hard too choose but where is my daily news. Whoever findes it will be the one that I will choose for years to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109321007782934595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109321007782934595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-love-for-you-is-very-strong-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109216830651501410</id><published>2004-08-10T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:05:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a pin maker for my birthday. It is cool. When my freind Nadia gets here we will make sum pins. I woder how you work it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109216830651501410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109216830651501410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-got-pin-maker-for-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109208348749751983</id><published>2004-08-09T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:33:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About a couple of thousand of years ago a mummy died, a mummy by the name of King Tut. He was enchanted by a magical spell so that 100,000 years later so he could emerge from the grave he was lying in and feed upon those whom lived. Ten thousand years later a boy named Ugi found the tomb of the one named King Tut and then the mummy awoke from the place he once slept and just as the story went he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109208348749751983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109208348749751983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/about-couple-of-thousand-of-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109201069986214949</id><published>2004-08-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T17:18:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to go to six flags. It is a fun theme park and I will be by nadia, a friend of mine. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109201069986214949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109201069986214949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-going-to-go-to-six-flags.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109156126252353249</id><published>2004-08-03T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:27:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, like I got a suger glider. He is so cute. I named him oot cause it ryhmes whith cute. And that is like his midle name, no like seriously it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109156126252353249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109156126252353249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-like-i-got-suger-glider.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-109137578495049044</id><published>2004-08-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T08:56:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gona ge a suger glider ,they are small and cute. When I get him I will name him oot. He is small and cute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109137578495049044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/109137578495049044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-gona-ge-suger-glider-they-are-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108731299029756787</id><published>2004-06-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T08:23:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ospylak kalypso. esereht therese. ekim mike. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108731299029756787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108731299029756787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/06/ospylak-kalypso.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108717127426253419</id><published>2004-06-13T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:01:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How fast can you say: she sells see shells by the see shore, or how mutch wood chuck cuuck wood? I can say tem both quite fast. Can you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108717127426253419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108717127426253419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-fast-can-you-say-she-sells-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108302712946164774</id><published>2004-04-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:56:22.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MusselMussels are like small abalones that can walk, but slowly and can be made in to jewelry. Mussel taste likes oysters. They feed and breathe by filtering water through tubes called siphons. Mussels look like oysters but they smoother shells. They are mollusks. Mussels are very shiny on the inside when cleaned out. Mussels live in freshwater and saltwater. There are different kinds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108302712946164774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108302712946164774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/04/mussel-mussels-are-like-small-abalones.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108285522790032841</id><published>2004-04-24T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:11:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got a bunny that is so cute. We named it Saturn like a little dispute. My dogs are in love with the bunny too much. My dad wants to cook it with a brush.These are some spelling words my dad said I needed to blog. The bunny is a volunteer.The bunny is a choreographer.The bunny is a engineer.The bunny is a dentist.The bunny is a lidrarian.The bunny is a director.The bunny is a pioneer.The bunny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108285522790032841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108285522790032841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/04/we-got-bunny-that-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108233288335230480</id><published>2004-04-18T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T17:05:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odaytay Iay earedlay boutay igpay aterlay.Today I learned about pig Latin. My father taught it to me. Now I can make my friends think I'm crazy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108233288335230480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108233288335230480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/04/odaytay-iay-earedlay-boutay-igpay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108178069885516168</id><published>2004-04-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T07:42:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a bunny, he so funny, I named him cunny, and I love him sooooooo oh, oh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108178069885516168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108178069885516168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-bunny-he-so-funny-i-named-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108112133577956015</id><published>2004-04-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T16:32:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was bad, I got yelled at too much, it usually happens anyway. First I got in trouble for forgeting my homework for two weeks ahead of this week at least five times, then I could not play video games for three dayes.  I  was also worring about people teasing me about my new glases. Then I forgot about the punishment with the videogames so I played them (my parents don't think that I forgot) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108112133577956015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108112133577956015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-was-bad-i-got-yelled-at-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108049734181421632</id><published>2004-03-28T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:12:35.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>King Tut . . . a boy but a king. He died so young and became a god. And hidden for no one to find. Locked away dead with a curse for whoever discovers him. And the curse remained. His chamber hidden in the Valley of the Kings with treasure beyond anyone's wildest dreams.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108049734181421632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108049734181421632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/king-tut.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-108009112563690582</id><published>2004-03-23T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:22:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love rock and role. I love rock and role.I love rock and role. I love rock and role.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108009112563690582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/108009112563690582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-love-rock-and-role.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107988922365739084</id><published>2004-03-21T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T09:17:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue is a magnificent collar. I love it so. It hase such a lovely blend when it mixes with gold. I don't want to be it, but I am. I cannot chage it, and that is who I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107988922365739084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107988922365739084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/blue-is-magnificent-collar.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107956314468142280</id><published>2004-03-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:42:22.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was fun, Today was great, today had a lot of fate.Today was fun, Today was great, today had a lot of fate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107956314468142280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107956314468142280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-fun-today-was-great-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107904619679282107</id><published>2004-03-11T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T15:06:27.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Car go, car go,car go, go, go.Car go, car go,car go, go, go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107904619679282107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107904619679282107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/car-go-car-gocar-go-go-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107896412558507351</id><published>2004-03-10T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:18:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crawfish are good, crawfish are great, I love crawfishall throu 8.Crawfish are good, crawfish are great, I love crawfishall throu 8.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107896412558507351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107896412558507351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/crawfish-are-good-crawfish-are-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107888255722131074</id><published>2004-03-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:39:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you love to party you shoold come New Orleans! It's is party city! So come on down ya'al and have some fun. We have crawfish, lobster and all the bayou sof you can think of. So come on down wall and have some fun!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107888255722131074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107888255722131074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-you-love-to-party-you-shoold-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107808056886891482</id><published>2004-02-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T10:52:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a report on ancient Rome. It is about Judea Capta, which means the capture of Jerusalem. It starts off in 66 CE with Vespasian, who is conquering Judea but has to return home to become king. So, in 70 CE, his son Titus goes to Judea and conquers the capital Jerusalem to make his dad proud. Tons of people die and there is a coin to represent that. It has on it Titus or a Roman soldier who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107808056886891482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107808056886891482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-report-on-ancient-rome.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107784061954979691</id><published>2004-02-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:13:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world has now changed, I feel it the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air.Mush that wons was is now lost for none now live to remember it.It began with the forging of the great rings, 3 were given to thee  elves, mortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings.3 to the dwarf lords, great minest, and craves men of the mountain holes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107784061954979691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107784061954979691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/world-has-now-changed-i-feel-it-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107677848511398804</id><published>2004-02-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T09:11:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a puppyIt's so sweetI named it Spotand it does eat.It has a heart that's oh so bigI could have named is sweety.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107677848511398804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107677848511398804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-got-puppy-its-so-sweet-i-named-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107658911010657249</id><published>2004-02-12T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T04:34:21.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know my name's Kalypso.I'm a little girl and I'm a little she, I can be bashful but I don't lie.I may play tricks and I may play ruff but I'm not a bully, I'm just tuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107658911010657249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107658911010657249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/did-you-know-my-names-kalypso.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107641817593003541</id><published>2004-02-10T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T05:05:24.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pokémon are really great, maybe they can even spell the number eight!Pikachu's my favorit, did you know he shocks people with his thunder blow?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107641817593003541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107641817593003541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/pokmon-are-really-great-maybe-they-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107628493365120038</id><published>2004-02-08T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T16:06:06.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valintine's Day, Valintine's Day, Have A Happy Valintine's Day.Oh Can You Be My Valintine, Valintine, Valintine, Can You Be Valintine On Valintine's day?Valintine's Day, Valintine's Day, Have A Happy Valintine's Day On Valintine's Day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107628493365120038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107628493365120038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalypsotheodyssey.blogspot.com/2004/02/valintines-day-valintines-day-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalypso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/60422910_013479a284_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019153.post-107602878897857677</id><published>2004-02-05T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:55:30.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I could fall into the sky do you think time would pass me by?Oh I would walk 100,000,000 miles just to see you tonight.If I could fall into the sea do you think time would control me?Oh I would walk 100,100,100 miles just to see you tonight.I wish that I could do those things but now it's just a dream. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6019153/posts/default/107602878897857677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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