<?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-12979522</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:55.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migi's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-115826112022184632</id><published>2006-09-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:34:51.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleopatra and the Egyptians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5448/1044/1600/cleopatra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5448/1044/400/cleopatra.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Cleopatra's father and mother weren't egyptian
they were roman.

they're roman but they came to egypt.

In the Egyptian's time, brother
and sister married each other.  Cleopatra
was the wife of her brother, Ptolemy XIII.

He was 10, he was younger than his sister
Cleopatra.  She was 18 when she married him.

I'm glad I'm not an Egyptian.  Or else I'd have to marry one of my sisters.

Her brother's officer drove her out of Egypt.  She went to Rome and she found this guy called Julius Caesar.
She asked him if he could help her fight Ptolemy.  And he did.  And he won.  She married him.
And he had this sorta statue near this golden seat.  It was the statue of himself.
And the golden seat was his own.  And so these guys wanted to assassinate him because
he had that seat and statue.  And he was a rich man.

So when he got killed, Cleopatra went back to Egypt, because the Romans didn't trust an Egyptian.

-- the end, for now --

- to be continued -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-115826112022184632?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/115826112022184632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=115826112022184632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115826112022184632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115826112022184632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/09/cleopatra-and-egyptians.html' title='Cleopatra and the Egyptians'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-115522885334972864</id><published>2006-08-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:54:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The day before yesterday Mom helped me make a mural with the first six days of creation, I made pictures of  what I think it  looked like back then.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-115522885334972864?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/115522885334972864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=115522885334972864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115522885334972864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115522885334972864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/08/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-115411432335954783</id><published>2006-07-28T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:43:04.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Ford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Henry Ford was a young boy of 6 and he mostly asked questions, one day he made a machine that grinded corn so he didn't have to use his hands to grind the corn. A few days after that, his father got him a slate for his school and one day when he was at school, he took a pocket knife from his pocket and put "H and F" on there desk and then he handed it to Edsel and Edsel carved his own initials, "E, A and R" and they both got whacked on the fingers by Miss Nardin (the teacher).
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-115411432335954783?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/115411432335954783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=115411432335954783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115411432335954783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/115411432335954783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/07/henry-ford.html' title='Henry Ford'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114952111995975291</id><published>2006-06-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:58:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Cabrini missionary to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;It all started out when Susan came to New Orleans, and one day she went with Loretta (her friend), and they both went to see Mother Angelina, so she told them about Mother Cabrini,

this is what it said in the book:
Susan Appleby was the new girl at St. Mary's Italian school on Chartres Street in New Orleans. Everything about the school and the pupils was strange to her, and, in turn, the other pupils thought there was something strange about her. She did not have any parents or grandparents of Italian background like them, nor did her family now belong, through long time residence and adoption, in New Orleans; it was easy to see, by unfamiliarity with there prayers and other practices, that she was not Catholic. The other reasons why she seemed strange to them were less evident. Her father had come to Louisiana from suburban New York to represent a firm dealing in electrical appliances that was trying the experiment of opening new branch in the South. After a long search for a place to live that was within his limited mean-for he did not have a large salary-he found an old house that had been divided into small apartments. Once it had been a very beautiful house, and some of its former beauty could still be seen in its columned doorway and its wrought-iron balcony and its sculptured cornics. Now it needed new plumbing, more lighting fixtures, and all sorts of other major improvments. The people who lived in it where resigned to the fact that they could not have anything better,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114952111995975291?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114952111995975291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114952111995975291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114952111995975291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114952111995975291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/06/mother-cabrini-missionary-to-world.html' title='Mother Cabrini missionary to the world'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114720307965416904</id><published>2006-05-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:42:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmund Campion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;It all began when two jewel merchants came to England one of them was Edmund Campion,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114720307965416904?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114720307965416904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114720307965416904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114720307965416904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114720307965416904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/05/edmund-campion.html' title='Edmund Campion'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114616200660461353</id><published>2006-04-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:14:58.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Houdini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;once upon a time there lived a boy called Erich Weiss (also Harry Houdini later on in the story) and one day he went to the circus (he went under the ropes because he didn't have five cents with him),this is what it said in the book: "Watch closely,"the magician on the platform was saying."Watch me pick enough coins out of the air to fill the empty bucket. He waved his hands to show that they were empty. He turned the bucket upside down to show that it was also empty. If you can find out how i do it," He went on. "everyone in Appleton, Wisconsin, will be richer by nightfall. "Seven-year-old Erich Weiss moved closer to the platform. He had watched the man do the trick three times.  It couldn't be as easy as it  looked.  The magician must be doing something special, but Erich couldn't find out what it was.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pbase.com/image/59291819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114616200660461353?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114616200660461353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114616200660461353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114616200660461353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114616200660461353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/04/harry-houdini.html' title='Harry Houdini'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114563798606873508</id><published>2006-04-26T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:25:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Pius x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Once upon a time there lived a boy called Bepi Sarto and he worked with his father in Riese carrying the village mail, also he wanted to receive holy communion at an early age (back then people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;holy communion  when  they  were  11 or  12 ,and  when  Pius  X  became  pope,  he  made it so that children could  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;receive Christ earlier). One day he became a priest and when he became a priest he worked until midnight also when he became pope he still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;worked until midnight and Mary del val encouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; the pope to rest more but it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;
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&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" src="http://www.pbase.com/image/59195784.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;This is the pope's tiara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;

&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" src="http://www.pbase.com/image/59195786.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;This is the pope Pius X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114563798606873508?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114563798606873508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114563798606873508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114563798606873508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114563798606873508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/04/saint-pius-x.html' title='Saint Pius x'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114606432988973893</id><published>2006-04-26T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:49:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Benedict hero of the hills</title><content type='html'>Cyrilla was worried. Young master Benedict whose parents had sent him to study in the schools of Rome, was losing interest in his work. Only last night he had said that he didn't want to be a leader in law or politics.

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St. Benedict and his monks built a church on Monte casino. One day a king (I forgot his name) came, and he tried to trick Benedict into thinking his knight was the king himself. But Benedict saw the him do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114606432988973893?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114606432988973893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114606432988973893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114606432988973893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114606432988973893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/04/st-benedict-hero-of-hills.html' title='St. Benedict hero of the hills'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114538858591364983</id><published>2006-04-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:50:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the women at the tomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;On sunday the women went to the tomb to put some kind of spice on the body of Jesus, when Mary Magdalene saw that the tomb was open she ran to tell the apostles.The other women didn't find the body of Jesus, but they saw sitting at each end of the tomb young men in white garments one of the angels said, do not be afraid.You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is not here he is risen. Go tell his diciples that he will see them in Galilee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;As they went to the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;, Jesus apeared and said, all hail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Go and tell my brethen that i shall see them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Galilee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114538858591364983?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114538858591364983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114538858591364983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114538858591364983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114538858591364983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/04/women-at-tomb.html' title='the women at the tomb'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-114528489771687390</id><published>2006-04-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:13:33.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;When the apostles heard that Jesus was dead they went back to where they had had their last supper with him, at the tomb Jesus  raised himself from the dead with his power (he was dead for three days and two nights).
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-114528489771687390?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/114528489771687390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=114528489771687390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114528489771687390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/114528489771687390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2006/04/resurrection.html' title='The resurrection'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-112232148749712656</id><published>2005-07-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:38:29.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bread in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Israelites set out across the desert and they had no food. So God told Moses that He would send a rain of food down to them and so one day God sent down some bread, little flakes, and Moses told the people to gather the bread. And Moses told them not to get too much because it will spoil. And after a long time God stopped sending bread. - The End -
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Moses led the Israelites from Egypt and Pharaoh's soldiers said "We let the slaves go."  So Pharaoh and his soldiers went after them.  And when the Israelites saw that they're being followed by the Egyptians, God told Moses to raise his staff and so Moses raised his staff and then the water turned into dry ground.  Not all of it though.  Then the people walked across with Moses.  Then God told Moses to lift up his hand and make the sand into water again.  And they washed all the men except one and they drowned the horses                                   
                                          the end of my story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-112127112366586862?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/112127112366586862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=112127112366586862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/112127112366586862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/112127112366586862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2005/07/crossing-of-red-sea.html' title='The Crossing of the Red Sea'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979522.post-112109161870343181</id><published>2005-07-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:51:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pbase.com/image/46056468.jpg" width="350" /&gt;
strong with the cooks cuke is, but our last cook he is not... there's another cook: YOU! you can cook all you like by using hard-boiled eggs and a little bacon! may the may the cooks be with you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979522-112109161870343181?l=migistories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/feeds/112109161870343181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979522&amp;postID=112109161870343181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/112109161870343181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979522/posts/default/112109161870343181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migistories.blogspot.com/2005/07/cook-wars.html' title='Cook Wars'/><author><name>Migi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13358389385936962019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
