<?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-35592190</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:34:36.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116599992013312172</id><published>2006-12-13T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:52:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Nine.... School Is A Blast.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is such a blast. True there are still kids who tease me, but I don't care. I have Cindy and Erin and all of the popular girls as friends. Even though Cindy is my best friend.... all the others only like me (I think) because I am friends with her. Plus I'm so much smarter then they are.... maybe it was the home schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to try out for cheer leading.... but with my implants I said no. I don't care, I can never see myself as a cheer leader type anyway. Especially when I want to be a doctor or something like that when I get older. I'm too smart to be a cheer leader.... By the way I got a A+ on my High Thinking exam (no big surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it bugs some of the girls that I am so smart. But I always say I can tutor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm the only one with out....or who never had a boyfriend. It's not that I don't want one, because I do. But I just haven't found the right guy yet. Rislly said she heard from someone, that Kommer likes me. Kommer is not that bad of a guy, but he is way into his looks. He is always looking into a mirror and fixing his hair. Plus he is not all that nice to the girls he dates. I myself kind of like Jomb. I guess I have ever sense that first day I met him when I was seven. But I think it is more of a little girl crush then anything..... something I'll grow out of. But he is nice, and kind of cute in his own way. But he isn't among us popular kids. I guess this is a secret that only I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got to go.... the girls will be over soon. We're having our study group. Or more like I tutor them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116599992013312172?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116599992013312172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116599992013312172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116599992013312172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116599992013312172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/12/diary-entry-nine-school-is-blast.html' title='Diary Entry Nine.... School Is A Blast.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116366455042814004</id><published>2006-11-16T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:09:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Eight..... Several Years Later, Highshool.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of NORMAL school. As you know Jentry has had me in home schooling. I liked being home schooled, but she says she can't teach me anymore, now that I'm older and need higher teaching. I'm in ninth grade or a freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are really nice, and so are most of the students. But it was only my first day, I'll find out more as time goes by. I did get some strange looks by a few kids, I think I scare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make one friend. Her name is Cindy, her locker is right next to mine. And we have History and a High Thinking class together. She was really nice to me and didn't care that I had implants. She said her uncle has some too, and that they don't bother her. I was happy to have made a friend on my first day. I guess it won't be so bad going to normal school. At least there are kids my own age I can have fun with. Better then the therapy classes I have to attend were there are kids so much younger and older then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go. I have some homework to do and Cindy said she would call me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116366455042814004?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116366455042814004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116366455042814004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116366455042814004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116366455042814004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/11/diary-entry-eight-several-years-later.html' title='Diary Entry Eight..... Several Years Later, Highshool.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116314975202362022</id><published>2006-11-10T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:09:12.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Seven.... Jomb.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jomb today. He was scared of me at first... I scare a lot of Neptons, but since I am so nice, Neptons normally like me once they get used to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jomb is very nice, he is seven like me. I asked him why he didn't get new arms and legs sooner. He said it was because his Mommy and Daddy didn't have the money. But now that his Daddy got a new job that paid better, he can get his arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was scared they would hurt. I told them they wouldn't and showed him mine. He was very interested in them. He is getting his tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of other stuff. I talked about my life and he talked about his life. We talked for almost an hour.... then the nurse came back and got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool talking to someone my age.... I hope I see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116314975202362022?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116314975202362022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116314975202362022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116314975202362022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116314975202362022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/11/diary-entry-seven-jomb.html' title='Diary Entry Seven.... Jomb.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116271205957177864</id><published>2006-11-04T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:34:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Six... New boy.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new boy on my floor. I think my nurse said his name was Jomb, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my walk today.... wanted to see old Mrs. Oxford. She tells some nice stories of when she was little. I wanted to see her before she went to get a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was coming back, I heard some crying in a room. I peaked in and seen a little boy....about my age.... with no arms or legs. That kind of scared me, so I ran back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when my nurse came in I asked her about him. She told me that he was born like that (no arms or legs) and that he would get the same kind of arms and legs like mine. She asked if I wanted to meet him.... I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I'm going to do tomorrow.... meet the new boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116271205957177864?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116271205957177864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116271205957177864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116271205957177864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116271205957177864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/11/diary-entry-six-new-boy.html' title='Diary Entry Six... New boy.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116210458962659430</id><published>2006-10-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:49:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Five... New Mommy.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.... well kind of. Jentry came and seen me today and she told me she was going to be my new Mommy. I don't have to call her Mommy though.... she is more like a big sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why she didn't tell me sooner, she said she just found out today. She told me that my Mommy and Daddy wanted her to take care of me if something happened to them. They had it written on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was the Elders didn't think Jentry was going to be able to take care of me, you know not being wed and all. But she proved to them that she could. She lives in a very nice house and has a good job in the Labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of talking to each other they agreed to let Jentry take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool..... but I still miss Mommy and Daddy so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116210458962659430?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116210458962659430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116210458962659430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116210458962659430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116210458962659430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/diary-entry-five-new-mommy.html' title='Diary Entry Five... New Mommy.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116107059870172948</id><published>2006-10-17T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:36:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Four.... Memories</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now.... still miss my Mommy and Daddy a lot. But my doctor tells me missing someone is ok, but that I should remember all the fun times I had with them....that way I won't be so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember the fun time but I keep on thinking of the last day together.... That was fun, until the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Christa to have a picnic. It was my first time on Christa and I was really excited. Neptonian was really pretty from where we had lunch. After lunch me and Mommy went to pick some Babble Berries. I was telling her how happy I was to have Jentry watch me that night. And she told me not to eat to much junk food, or stay up to late. I told her I would think about it....we then had a tickle fight. Then Daddy joined in... and Mommy ended up on top of Daddy.... and then they kissed.... ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then told me the story on how they met, and how they had their first kiss on Christa..... I guess it was where they had their last too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we started to head back to Neptonian, Daddy noticed something wrong with the part of the ship. It was acting very funny. Then the ship stopped working and Daddy told us to hang on.... and we crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy died right away.... I almost did (still kind of wish I did too). I don't remember anything until a few weeks ago.... then all I remember a lot of pain. My whole body hurt.... mostly my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I smashed up half of my face. I also lost my real arm and leg. They had to repair my mechanical ones. They told me my organs were ok because they were protected by my metal chest plate. But now both of my arms and legs are mechanical. And half of my face is a special metal/organic type stuff. Ohhh so is my bottom jaw. The only part of me that is NOT metal is half of my face, my neck, my shoulders, most of my back, and my hips. Everything else is metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am getting sleepy... It is the medicine that does it to me. But if I didn't take my medicine I would hurt ALOT and I don't want that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116107059870172948?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116107059870172948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116107059870172948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116107059870172948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116107059870172948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/diary-entry-four-memories.html' title='Diary Entry Four.... Memories'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116064017927066703</id><published>2006-10-12T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:02:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple months later</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been awhile since I last wrote in here. I have been in the hospital again. I hate the hospital so much and I still have to be here for another month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mommy and Daddy so much. Why did they have to die.... I didn't even get to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I die... I would have if it wasn't for my implants I got before. I should be with my Mommy and Daddy, not here, not in the hospital, not in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only seven.....why me....why now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116064017927066703?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116064017927066703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116064017927066703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116064017927066703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116064017927066703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/couple-months-later.html' title='A couple months later'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116033454423504438</id><published>2006-10-08T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:09:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary entry two... A year later.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy it has been almost a year since I left the hospital. And today was the very last doctors visit. Everything is good and should stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tomorrow is Mommy's and Daddy's anniversary. They are taking me to Christa... that is where they got wed. We have a BIG picnic planed in the morning. They have ALOT of good food to bring. We are also going to go pick some Babble berries that grow there, so me and Mommy can make a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they are going to go out for dinner by themselves. They want to be alone so my Mommy's friend, Jentry is going to watch me. It is so much fun when Jentry watches me. She lets me stay up late and we play games and we watch movies and she lets me eat junk food. She is the coolest babysitter ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Mommy will be in to tuck me in, so I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what me and Jentry did tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116033454423504438?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116033454423504438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116033454423504438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116033454423504438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116033454423504438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/diary-entry-two-year-later.html' title='Diary entry two... A year later.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116012668341097974</id><published>2006-10-06T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:24:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Diary Entry.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctors told me I should write about my feelings and stuff. They said it will help make me feel better. So I will write about my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am six years old and am finally able to go home with my Mommy and Daddy. I have been in the hospital since I was born- almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born way to early and my organs were not normal and would not work right. So the doctors replaced them with mecanical ones that were special and would grow with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one years old all my organs have been replaced with these special mecanical ones. Well except my brain...that was normal so I get to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go home after that. But I had to come see the doctor every month, which I hated. But Mommy always took me to get icecream after, so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was three, I had a lot of pain in my bones. So Daddy took me to see the doctor again. And they found a bad bug that was eating my bones. I was so scared and cried alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kept at the hospital because I was in so much pain. They gave me medicins to help with it, but they made me sleepy too. My Mommy and Daddy was there a lot. They would read me stories and play games with me. When they were gone I would draw them pictures they could take home and some I put on the walls in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors told me they were trying to find a medcine to kill the bugs, but they didn't find it quick enough, I lost my left arm and leg to the bugs. But they saved the rest of me. After they took my arm and leg a year ago they gave me special mecanical ones. It has taken me a long time to get used to them, but now I can finally walk again.... and the pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all I get to go home for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy... no more doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go, my Mommy and Daddy will be here to get me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116012668341097974?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116012668341097974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116012668341097974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116012668341097974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116012668341097974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-diary-entry.html' title='First Diary Entry.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35592190.post-116012690149016961</id><published>2006-10-06T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:28:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's life.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this because Noel would have liked her life story told. I did start a few of these early on, but I figured why not start over so all can read. I hope you like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35592190-116012690149016961?l=noelsdiary364.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/feeds/116012690149016961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35592190&amp;postID=116012690149016961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116012690149016961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35592190/posts/default/116012690149016961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelsdiary364.blogspot.com/2006/10/noels-life.html' title='Noel&apos;s life.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
