<?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-6116511411181975967</id><updated>2012-01-20T18:17:59.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Porch Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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title='Thinking'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-6917815198230028818</id><published>2012-01-14T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:05:01.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Porch Stories: Changing My Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2012/01/changing-my-attitude.html"&gt;Porch Stories: Changing My Attitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-6917815198230028818?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Attitude'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-8558555128226986340</id><published>2012-01-14T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:03:11.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing My Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After a night of tangled bedclothes and half dreams, I got up and went to sit with my niece Sherri while her husband was having surgery. I visited with my mom and my friend Stephanie. Mom is in a nursing home after suffering a stroke. It makes me about equal parts happy and sad to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, I get home, put on my jammies&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I'm settling in with my book when, here come my children, grandson, nephew and his wife! I put on my beer drinking clothes and adjusted my attitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMAKkvfSfAM/TxIimI8UMoI/AAAAAAAADYg/nVz3j1RNxDQ/s1600/100_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMAKkvfSfAM/TxIimI8UMoI/AAAAAAAADYg/nVz3j1RNxDQ/s320/100_0781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiM5r35W4Y/TxIizJ2nLQI/AAAAAAAADYs/29jjbwaM4-c/s1600/100_0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiM5r35W4Y/TxIizJ2nLQI/AAAAAAAADYs/29jjbwaM4-c/s320/100_0769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7qgGp25BCU/TxIjBEQvs-I/AAAAAAAADY0/zFJtQNg7PI8/s1600/100_0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7qgGp25BCU/TxIjBEQvs-I/AAAAAAAADY0/zFJtQNg7PI8/s320/100_0773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nm5bDqEgwYQ/TxIjPFymFRI/AAAAAAAADY8/0TviAIm3-Xw/s1600/100_0774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nm5bDqEgwYQ/TxIjPFymFRI/AAAAAAAADY8/0TviAIm3-Xw/s320/100_0774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYea77qN_zc/TxIjdJUKGxI/AAAAAAAADZE/ooV9IJHDn1g/s1600/100_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYea77qN_zc/TxIjdJUKGxI/AAAAAAAADZE/ooV9IJHDn1g/s320/100_0777.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0ywHdgIIsU/TxIjsKG6P0I/AAAAAAAADZM/L7XwvyZd_Ow/s1600/100_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0ywHdgIIsU/TxIjsKG6P0I/AAAAAAAADZM/L7XwvyZd_Ow/s320/100_0778.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never miss a party! I can sleep when I'm dead!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Holding eyes open with clothespins,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-8558555128226986340?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/8558555128226986340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=8558555128226986340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/8558555128226986340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/8558555128226986340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2012/01/changing-my-attitude.html' title='Changing My Attitude'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMAKkvfSfAM/TxIimI8UMoI/AAAAAAAADYg/nVz3j1RNxDQ/s72-c/100_0781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Stapleton, AL 36578, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>30.742689 -87.7933252</georss:point><georss:box>30.729041499999997 -87.8130662 30.7563365 -87.7735842</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-7054790031397361385</id><published>2012-01-10T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:45:16.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How on Earth Did This Happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8k9Ha_6VIeA/TwzvgLa0buI/AAAAAAAADX8/8eC27OWaHDg/s1600/100_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696190964816965346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8k9Ha_6VIeA/TwzvgLa0buI/AAAAAAAADX8/8eC27OWaHDg/s200/100_0704.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I have never been known for adding up pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;Calm deliberation is not our thing.&lt;br /&gt;We are more the "take a running jump" kind of folks.&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, we each had a job we hated and  a nice little cottage in a "good" section of town. &lt;br /&gt;Now we live in a battered trailer in a tiny community with our Tom's brother and sister in law, our nieces and nephews and their kids. &lt;br /&gt;I am just now realizing what happened! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we retired.&lt;br /&gt;Half the money and twice the fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I didn't think this through, I never woulda done it and look at all I would have missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfNgfg0LTYM/Twz2sYDClxI/AAAAAAAADYM/zc0Ap09k8Ak/s1600/100_0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfNgfg0LTYM/Twz2sYDClxI/AAAAAAAADYM/zc0Ap09k8Ak/s320/100_0259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljpEG0lGALk/Twz117J231I/AAAAAAAADYE/Arwa-3l4cUg/s1600/100_0752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljpEG0lGALk/Twz117J231I/AAAAAAAADYE/Arwa-3l4cUg/s320/100_0752.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-7054790031397361385?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/7054790031397361385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=7054790031397361385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7054790031397361385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7054790031397361385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-on-earth-did-this-happen.html' title='How on Earth Did This Happen?'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8k9Ha_6VIeA/TwzvgLa0buI/AAAAAAAADX8/8eC27OWaHDg/s72-c/100_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3760929660387501981</id><published>2010-01-24T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:04:39.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I have a life  cant' wait for you I'm not through yet more rockin than rocking chair and I want it all I f you wanna come  jump in and hang on with the wind in your hair cause it's a rough ride and you can bet I'll still be here for last call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3760929660387501981?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3760929660387501981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3760929660387501981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3760929660387501981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3760929660387501981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-life-cant-wait-for-you-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-5958183585616533650</id><published>2010-01-24T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:44:51.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For a long while I have felt that transferring schools was the worst mistake of my life.  I have been so emotionally brutalized that I developed psoriasis, anxiety attacks and acid reflux. I was truly not aware such cruelty existed. Looking back I dont' know why I didn't hear warning bells!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I am stronger now because of it. I am able to pray for good for the one who has hurt me so. It is still a daily struggle. I know that I'm a good teacher who has something to give and I'm needed. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get up at 5 and spend the time girding myself to face the day and mostly I'm able to hold down the fear and stay positive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring it on! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm ready!&lt;/b&gt;&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/6116511411181975967-5958183585616533650?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/5958183585616533650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=5958183585616533650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5958183585616533650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5958183585616533650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-long-while-i-have-felt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-9104258013891124696</id><published>2010-01-23T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:09:16.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping off the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've turned a corner.&lt;div&gt;like I've discovered a new world  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like I've come home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling surer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling loved and loving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-9104258013891124696?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/9104258013891124696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=9104258013891124696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9104258013891124696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9104258013891124696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2010/01/jumping-off-rainbow.html' title='Jumping off the Rainbow'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3011895802083129335</id><published>2009-09-13T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:58:20.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Expotentially</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yaVZsKdI/AAAAAAAADWo/I_qEuMMtOlk/s1600-h/see+you+in+the+dark+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yaVZsKdI/AAAAAAAADWo/I_qEuMMtOlk/s200/see+you+in+the+dark+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012557780494802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yaELNuRI/AAAAAAAADWg/5HdC2JYeoxo/s1600-h/see+you+in+the+dark+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yaELNuRI/AAAAAAAADWg/5HdC2JYeoxo/s200/see+you+in+the+dark+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012553156376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yImZsDjI/AAAAAAAADWY/YFyAQWja9po/s1600-h/See+you+in+the+dark+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yImZsDjI/AAAAAAAADWY/YFyAQWja9po/s200/See+you+in+the+dark+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012253106245170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the my daughter's Porch, &lt;div&gt;looking from face to well-loved face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to think of how it all came about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom and I fell in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met his brother David and loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom and I made Mariah, whom we adored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David married Judy, who became my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They created Katie, who has held my heart ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then along came Caitlin to Tom and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving us a baby time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mariah brought us Terry, the son I always wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Katie gave us Randall, who instantly became family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda makes you wanna dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3011895802083129335?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3011895802083129335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3011895802083129335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3011895802083129335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3011895802083129335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-expotentially.html' title='Love Expotentially'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Sq0yaVZsKdI/AAAAAAAADWo/I_qEuMMtOlk/s72-c/see+you+in+the+dark+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4890198635849398022</id><published>2009-09-07T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:06:21.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SqXKIAGKMdI/AAAAAAAADWQ/mKxLOr-vh9g/s1600-h/Labor+day+2009+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SqXKIAGKMdI/AAAAAAAADWQ/mKxLOr-vh9g/s200/Labor+day+2009+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378927568777523666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SqXJzgcybsI/AAAAAAAADWI/u93Z2ZPRR6Y/s1600-h/labor+day+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SqXJzgcybsI/AAAAAAAADWI/u93Z2ZPRR6Y/s200/labor+day+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378927216685117122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely laid back Labor Day weekend&lt;div&gt;As it has been our custom for many years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the Lagoonatics have gathered for Dana's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warm hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Paula's deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sudden scream pierces the Florida drizzle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all jump to our feet and pound through the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fling open the front door where our  children are sitting on the front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who's yelling?" I demand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You!" Caitlin replies, dumfounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's Stephanie!" Stacey shouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where is she?" We all scream at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She left hours ago!' Caitlin hollers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No she didn't" Dana counters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stephanie, where are you?" I demand in my teacher voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She cant' see in the dark! She's in the water!"Stacey shrills, waving her arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all thunder to the back deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( where we were sitting to begin with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and hear hysterical laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; from the endangered Stephanie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was locked in the bathroom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all roared by twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4890198635849398022?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4890198635849398022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4890198635849398022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4890198635849398022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4890198635849398022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-to-crisis.html' title='Response to Crisis'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SqXKIAGKMdI/AAAAAAAADWQ/mKxLOr-vh9g/s72-c/Labor+day+2009+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3907279969108931144</id><published>2009-07-23T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:24:39.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer-ary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgakCD3zGI/AAAAAAAADWA/zTJ1whzKzOM/s1600-h/July+4+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgakCD3zGI/AAAAAAAADWA/zTJ1whzKzOM/s200/July+4+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564562715298914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgakBpqWxI/AAAAAAAADV4/Ocm3Jbj5wns/s1600-h/July+4+2009+relaxing+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgakBpqWxI/AAAAAAAADV4/Ocm3Jbj5wns/s200/July+4+2009+relaxing+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564562605366034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Smgaj3SYx6I/AAAAAAAADVw/lT3HDwKA4Ac/s1600-h/July+4+2009+Gulf+Shores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Smgaj3SYx6I/AAAAAAAADVw/lT3HDwKA4Ac/s200/July+4+2009+Gulf+Shores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564559823390626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgajrxILSI/AAAAAAAADVo/oWJdHucxetU/s1600-h/granny%27s+birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgajrxILSI/AAAAAAAADVo/oWJdHucxetU/s200/granny%27s+birthday+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564556731100450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgajaGsM6I/AAAAAAAADVg/ABh_TVKHyBo/s1600-h/Im000447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgajaGsM6I/AAAAAAAADVg/ABh_TVKHyBo/s200/Im000447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564551989703586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The summer starts speeding by after July 4.&lt;br /&gt;After my birthday it careens toward school.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good one.&lt;br /&gt;I've slept&lt;br /&gt;slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recreationally&lt;/span&gt;  for the first time in years&lt;br /&gt;Like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nyquil&lt;/span&gt; commercial&lt;br /&gt;I've slept like I slept before I had kids!&lt;br /&gt;I've sat on the Porch watching the sun on the leaves&lt;br /&gt;and prayed with no words&lt;br /&gt;just opened my heart to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been nights laughing on the Porch with Tom&lt;br /&gt;we're still finding out new things about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's birthday, where the cops came 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lagoonatic&lt;/span&gt; graduation party for Caitlin, Leah, Cass and Ian where I got called down for cheating at beer pong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding down the Causeway with the smell of the delta and the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;the top down and the radio up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to see David and Judy&lt;br /&gt;and my adorable nieces, great nieces, nephews , great nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party at Katie's where there was&lt;br /&gt;a motorcycle wreck, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tasar&lt;/span&gt; incident&lt;br /&gt;and a wrestling match between me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that led to removal of clothing (it's all family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of beach trips&lt;br /&gt;In Florida with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lagoonatics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dauphin Island with Eileen, Dell and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; and Terry in their new home&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the pride they feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reconnecting with Donna and Ellen&lt;br /&gt;My friends from the time when teaching was fun&lt;br /&gt;and school was a safe place to be&lt;br /&gt;They showed me that friends can always come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing in the car with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding on the boat with Gina and Caitlin and her friends&lt;br /&gt;watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt; suddenly grow up&lt;br /&gt;and become a deep spiritual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on the Porch with my yard full of children&lt;br /&gt;whose parents were once children in my yard&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Kelley, Katie, Shannon, Justin and their babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday of Stormy and seeing Ava there&lt;br /&gt;part of my family&lt;br /&gt;when they were small&lt;br /&gt;and we fall back into our old ways&lt;br /&gt;where the lines between ages are blurred&lt;br /&gt;and we are all kids&lt;br /&gt;And there was an Elton John imitator there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;' gotten all the goody out of it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3907279969108931144?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3907279969108931144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3907279969108931144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3907279969108931144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3907279969108931144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-ary.html' title='Summer-ary'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SmgakCD3zGI/AAAAAAAADWA/zTJ1whzKzOM/s72-c/July+4+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4064466880860502988</id><published>2009-06-22T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:31:48.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piles of Toys, Church Camp and Fathers</title><content type='html'>It was a good weekend here on the Porch.&lt;br /&gt;My great niece Evelyn who is 4, came to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;She is a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;She pulled her nightgown off and had it stuck on her head.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Aunt Marti, I'm a Muslim!"&lt;br /&gt;Like most little kids, she is up at full tilt in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Like most people who have forgotten this because they deal with teens who sleep so long you check then for crib death, I'm kinda foggy till coffee.&lt;br /&gt;She kept, "Aunt Marti I'm hungry, Aunt Marti I'm thirsty, Aunt Marti, gotta poop" till I told her she had worn out my name and she couldn't say it any more until  I had waked up a bit. so, she said, "whoever you are...."&lt;br /&gt;We played in the hose, we drug out old toys, we went to the park, we had ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she had as much fun as Tom and I did.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin has wanted to go to church camp.&lt;br /&gt;I think some Jesus would do her good,but I have no funds for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get her into college.&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy with my kids is I will  lovingly adn joyfully feed, clothe and shelter them as long as I live, but after 18, recreational activities are their responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;To put it a little more crassly and honestly, after 18 years of eating beans so she could cheer, do gymnastics,leading Girl Scout troops, dance lessons, field trips, if I'm going to send anyone to camp it's gonna be me and Tom!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm trying to teach Ms. Sweetandcute to take some responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;So the church sponsers her to go!&lt;br /&gt;I'm real proud of my big-eyed baby.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mariah's big new house for dinner. She has invented a dreamsicle cake made from scratch that is out of this world. She is really enjoying cooking and taking care of her house. She will show you all the drawers where the dish cloths are neatly stacked and color coded.&lt;br /&gt;Where did this young woman come from?&lt;br /&gt;From our house, where we are redoing our bathroom by peeling off a srip of wallpaper every time we go in there?&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I passed the evening sitting in the velvet darkness on the Porch, tallking of the past and future, living in the now.&lt;br /&gt;I am continually astonished at the miracles that happen each ordinary day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4064466880860502988?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4064466880860502988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4064466880860502988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4064466880860502988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4064466880860502988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/06/piles-of-toys-church-camp-and-fathers.html' title='Piles of Toys, Church Camp and Fathers'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-8473382946048748588</id><published>2009-06-10T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:44:01.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkmgmPZI/AAAAAAAADVU/iOeOQRRApes/s1600-h/granny%27s+birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkmgmPZI/AAAAAAAADVU/iOeOQRRApes/s200/granny%27s+birthday+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739301640879506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkfz7ixI/AAAAAAAADVM/7bpQNlBJBfw/s1600-h/senior+pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkfz7ixI/AAAAAAAADVM/7bpQNlBJBfw/s200/senior+pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739299842919186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkMnv8DI/AAAAAAAADVE/7OVtOf955tA/s1600-h/Graduation+Party+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hkMnv8DI/AAAAAAAADVE/7OVtOf955tA/s200/Graduation+Party+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739294691553330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hj8xj6xI/AAAAAAAADU8/m5JvaqcbZLY/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hj8xj6xI/AAAAAAAADU8/m5JvaqcbZLY/s200/Father%27s+Day+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739290437741330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hjhmW_HI/AAAAAAAADU0/gpmIcXdBfYI/s1600-h/laughter+Jerry%27sbday+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_hjhmW_HI/AAAAAAAADU0/gpmIcXdBfYI/s200/laughter+Jerry%27sbday+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739283142999154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_f60vUAwI/AAAAAAAADUs/R22OcW9_ES4/s1600-h/hat+jerry%27s+bday+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_f60vUAwI/AAAAAAAADUs/R22OcW9_ES4/s320/hat+jerry%27s+bday+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345737484394562306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_fvhZZnZI/AAAAAAAADUk/2Z4JF8LAT4s/s1600-h/cuddling+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/Si_fvhZZnZI/AAAAAAAADUk/2Z4JF8LAT4s/s320/cuddling+Jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345737290223820178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it!&lt;br /&gt;I had a year from absolute HELL at school.&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from TOPUWOPS syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of putting up with other people's shit!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do exactly as I please this summer!&lt;br /&gt;This is official notice that I am no longer responsible for the emotional well being of the entire Mobile County!&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have done so far on my summer vacation....&lt;br /&gt;got a pedicure (ooh, it's like crack, once you've done it you have to have more)&lt;br /&gt;ordered a Bruce Springsteen Tshirt (this is a big step for me, before my daughter shopped at Puttin on the Ritz, I shopped at Goodwill)&lt;br /&gt;walked the dog&lt;br /&gt;did Yoga&lt;br /&gt;gone to see Paula and Dana in FL&lt;br /&gt;went to a tailgate party Friday&lt;br /&gt;went out to lunch at Ed's Shed Saturday (great seafood overlooking the bay)&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach with Tom and Jack Sunday&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach with Dell Monday&lt;br /&gt;went out on a boat with Gina and Caitlin Danielle and Samantha Tuesday ( I was napping when Caitlin surged in and said"we're going on a boat" and I jumped up and replied, "where's my shoes?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see my nephew Kelley and his band Fat Man Squeeze at the Blue Gill Tuesday night with the top down and the warm salt air in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am having a pajama day!&lt;br /&gt;I am so lovin it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-8473382946048748588?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/8473382946048748588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=8473382946048748588' title='4 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-5028655066100907762</id><published>2009-06-03T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:20:26.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustang Sally</title><content type='html'>It was 1983.&lt;br /&gt; Tom and I were in love with each other, life and our daughter Mariah.&lt;br /&gt;Then something else touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;She was old&lt;br /&gt;rusty&lt;br /&gt;and needed lots of  work&lt;br /&gt;but underneath the years of neglect I could see my dream car:&lt;br /&gt;a 65 Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;red, no less.....&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to come to my senses&lt;br /&gt;and realize she required more work than I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even ride my baby daughter in her&lt;br /&gt;no seat belts!&lt;br /&gt;So we found her a better home&lt;br /&gt;kinda like the dog you take to live in the country.&lt;br /&gt;and life went on&lt;br /&gt;My baby grew up.&lt;br /&gt;and gave me her&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt; convertible&lt;br /&gt;88 Mustang!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it pays to raise 'em right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-5028655066100907762?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/5028655066100907762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=5028655066100907762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5028655066100907762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5028655066100907762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Granny's credit card&lt;br /&gt;and Cadillac (God love her)&lt;br /&gt;lots of coffee&lt;br /&gt;and Born To Run up real loud on the stereo&lt;br /&gt;"we rolled down the window and let the wind blow back our hair"&lt;br /&gt;drove 5 hours there and back&lt;br /&gt;missed an unpaid day of work&lt;br /&gt;ate beans for a week&lt;br /&gt;and it was worth every bit of it!&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's rock&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep rollin!&lt;br /&gt;and it was worth every bit of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1969905221132777567?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1969905221132777567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-1696029473895368670</id><published>2009-05-21T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:32:36.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="pBlogBody_490372118" class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=174800180&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=20355721"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/6/m_5a330d39347b0d677f327e7ae0b1fda9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=174800180&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=20355692"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/m_20d478870790c92a95b3a6b1ff488b0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=174800180&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=1218017"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/50/m_e1d2623439cda80faa6146973860845b.jpg" title="in the front yard at christmas" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=174800180&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=2189297"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/1/m_bd1a51c582fd8570c784271e976bd88e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                                                      :                                                          the best part of my day was a visit from Mariah&lt;br /&gt;she brought the sun in with her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be one of those creepy empty nest whiney mothers,&lt;br /&gt;but I miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;We have these moments around the coffee pot that started when she was just past toddling.&lt;br /&gt;I worked as a waitress at night,&lt;br /&gt;She would get up before me,&lt;br /&gt;sneak into my jeans to count my tips&lt;br /&gt;then start the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up every day with a cup by my bed from the time she was tall enough to reach the pot till the day she moved out.&lt;br /&gt; We would sit in our tshirts and frilly jammies ,  have a cup and plan our day. (hers was mostly milk and sugar the way she&lt;br /&gt;drinks it till this day)&lt;br /&gt;She has  never been  like a child to me&lt;br /&gt;She is  a best friend I made myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wishing you all someone you love to drink coffee with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1696029473895368670?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1696029473895368670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=1696029473895368670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1696029473895368670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1696029473895368670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-part.html' title='The Best Part'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-6154166099515011226</id><published>2009-05-14T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:12:48.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Rant on This Subject</title><content type='html'>I am a teacher to my morrow.&lt;br /&gt;I can teach a rock to read.&lt;br /&gt;I have taught and loved special needs children for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;I was told recently that I didn't do my job by a resource teacher that I had met twice.&lt;br /&gt;She's right.&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching a group of Mild Learning Disabled  children while holding a wheel chair bound non-verbal child in my arms who was having a seizure. My team leader burst in and  was appalled that I could not immediately file a paper.  I'm not flinging the seizing child to the floor  to search the holy file cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to stay up till 2 AM doing paperwork. (although I recently filled out 5 pages explaining why I had not taught a blind child to distinguish a figure from the background of a picture)&lt;br /&gt;When I started teaching, I had the children in my room all day long. I had them from first grade until they  left elementary school. I went to their birthday parties. I was friends with their moms. My room felt like church.  I couldn't wait to get to school each day.&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody decided it made sense to take the children out of the special education room and "include" them. Kids who had never had behavior problems stated acting out because they were placed in regular classes with over burdened teachers who had no training in special education. Special education teachers became overpaid aides and paper pushers.&lt;br /&gt;I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I retire in December.&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-6154166099515011226?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/6154166099515011226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=6154166099515011226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6154166099515011226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6154166099515011226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-final-rant-on-this-subject.html' title='My Final Rant on This Subject'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-6801417814320362471</id><published>2009-04-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:26:18.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break While Broke</title><content type='html'>My new to me car died.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it fixed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can stay home when I want to!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have friends and family who love me enough to come get me from neighboring states&lt;br /&gt;and rescue me when I'm ready to come home!&lt;br /&gt;I spent a day with Judy, my SIL and her grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;I was a dragon, a wild horse and a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;I went to FL to visit dear Paula where I sat in the sun with Kelsey and Leah, talked through the evening with Paula and Dana.&lt;br /&gt;I walked on the beach with the sun turning the water to diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Blue Angels against the sapphire sky.&lt;br /&gt;Then my niece Katie came to get me.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Kelley and I played the drunk aunt and uncle in the middle of the day in the middle of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the swing with a sleeping child in my lap and watched the leaves dance .&lt;br /&gt;It's a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-6801417814320362471?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/6801417814320362471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=6801417814320362471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6801417814320362471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6801417814320362471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-while-broke.html' title='Spring Break While Broke'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3526604375902527231</id><published>2009-04-17T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:45:32.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn</title><content type='html'>Miss Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;my great niece&lt;br /&gt;Four years old&lt;br /&gt;and the queen of the universe&lt;br /&gt;came to play with me today&lt;br /&gt;We made clover necklaces&lt;br /&gt;Drank honeysuckle juice&lt;br /&gt;Jumped on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;I did everything she did&lt;br /&gt;except take a nap&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3526604375902527231?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3526604375902527231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3526604375902527231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3526604375902527231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3526604375902527231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/04/evelyn.html' title='Evelyn'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-1095233343324863733</id><published>2009-04-14T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:27:29.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace?</title><content type='html'>My husband and I generally get along great.&lt;br /&gt;I am cheerful and he is kind and gentle, plus there is the deep suspicion that no one else could stand either one of us.&lt;br /&gt;The one place  we are irritable with each other is where we should be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;He has bad dreams which cause him to FLING himself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, instead of eliciting concern from me, it infuriates me.&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell is wrong with you?" I roar."Get back in this bed right now!!"&lt;br /&gt;(I have never spoken to anyone that way while in a waking state)&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the menopause factor, which causes me to alternate yanking all the cover off him and rolling up like a burrito with piling all the blankets back on him.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I woke up about 3 AM and was aimlessly channel flicking when he sat bolt upright in bed and shouted "What's that noise?"&lt;br /&gt;After levitating off the bed, I told him I didnt hear anythingting&lt;br /&gt;"That noise!'he insisted, pointing.&lt;br /&gt;It was the mighty earsplitting sound of the remote control buttons I was pushing.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I felt it wise to go to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I was up for hours playing word games on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally dozed off, he woke me up to tell me he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to maintain my feelings of indignation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1095233343324863733?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1095233343324863733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=1095233343324863733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1095233343324863733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1095233343324863733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/04/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace?'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-5800170733635157484</id><published>2009-04-02T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:39:24.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice in the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>I got this from dailymotivation.com&lt;br /&gt;really spoke to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  LOVE WHAT YOU DO, OR DO SOMETHING ELSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never achieve real success&lt;br /&gt;unless you like what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever succeeded in a line&lt;br /&gt;of endeavor which they did not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chances of success are directly proportional&lt;br /&gt;to the degree of pleasure you derive from what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a job you hate, face the fact squarely and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to be a failure in something you love,&lt;br /&gt;than attempting to be a success in something you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't set compensation as a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the work you love, and the compensation will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you love what you are doing,&lt;br /&gt;the more successful it will be for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-5800170733635157484?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/5800170733635157484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=5800170733635157484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5800170733635157484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5800170733635157484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/04/voice-in-wilderness.html' title='A Voice in the Wilderness'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3143320210664024216</id><published>2009-03-27T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:30.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys&lt;br /&gt;I miss the communion we had on AOhell&lt;br /&gt;I think it's due to the way comments are set up&lt;br /&gt;Let's all leacve our email addys on comments so we can continue discussions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3143320210664024216?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3143320210664024216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3143320210664024216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3143320210664024216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3143320210664024216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys-i-miss-communion-we-had-on.html' title=''/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-2669608885282966101</id><published>2009-03-14T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:26:31.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Reason Why I love my Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwEGdN8dFI/AAAAAAAADUc/Y_b_Y28m-CY/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwEGdN8dFI/AAAAAAAADUc/Y_b_Y28m-CY/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313126169359184978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwDts-BqVI/AAAAAAAADUU/lM6K5fV289A/s1600-h/Jerry%27s+50th+birthday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwDts-BqVI/AAAAAAAADUU/lM6K5fV289A/s320/Jerry%27s+50th+birthday+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313125744090655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwDciuohKI/AAAAAAAADUM/3xEv-6AiGaI/s1600-h/Jerry%27s+50th+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwDciuohKI/AAAAAAAADUM/3xEv-6AiGaI/s320/Jerry%27s+50th+birthday+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313125449283962018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He believes pennies that are tails up are bad luck , but he turns them over so another person can find them with the lucky side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has not been inside a church since our youngest was christened (and that was a struggle) he is planting flowers in a grotto at a local church where he goes to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Caitlin got a ticket and was crying, he rode his bike 5 miles to comfort her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-2669608885282966101?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/2669608885282966101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=2669608885282966101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2669608885282966101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2669608885282966101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-reason-why-i-love-my-husband.html' title='Today&apos;s Reason Why I love my Husband'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SbwEGdN8dFI/AAAAAAAADUc/Y_b_Y28m-CY/s72-c/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-5894550980448920281</id><published>2009-03-12T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:16:33.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Have to Get Done</title><content type='html'>I have got to find some way to get some money to send Caitlin to school. I think bank robbery is out of the question and we are too rich(have these people looked in my cabinets?) to get a grant. Does anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...prom dress shopping....wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-5894550980448920281?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/5894550980448920281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=5894550980448920281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5894550980448920281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5894550980448920281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-have-to-get-done.html' title='Things I Have to Get Done'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-5609581313596354406</id><published>2009-03-07T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:51:21.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late Lamented LaFonda</title><content type='html'>It was Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;and I was headed to a party.&lt;br /&gt;I put my liquor (and I bought the GOOD stuff), the chips I was supposed to bring and my purse in LaFonda the Honda and thought, "It's a bit cool, better grab a hoodie"&lt;br /&gt;I ran inside&lt;br /&gt;When I came out, LaFonda was nowhere to be seen!&lt;br /&gt;Fearing dementia had stopped its slow creep and had jumped  me, I looked in the back yard...I looked under the bushes....&lt;br /&gt;I called Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;"Do you see the car anywhere?"&lt;br /&gt;My child is right there with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Did I leave it somewhere?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;I indignantly stride to the phone as a fine upstanding citizen to report it stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;Repo'd&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new economy!&lt;br /&gt;So I did what any self-respecting person would do who has their priorities in order...&lt;br /&gt;I called someone to give me a ride to the party!&lt;br /&gt;I took a day off from work to travel to Milton friggin Florida to get my purse and liquor back.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and bought a a 13 year old car that I don't owe a dime on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll drive it till it dies and get another one.&lt;br /&gt;And never break my stride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-5609581313596354406?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/5609581313596354406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=5609581313596354406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5609581313596354406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/5609581313596354406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-lamented-lafonda.html' title='The Late Lamented LaFonda'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-8721226289881582266</id><published>2009-02-21T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:38:55.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drug testing</title><content type='html'>i firmly believe in drug testing for teachers&lt;br /&gt;daily&lt;br /&gt;and if it comes back negative&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake&lt;br /&gt;give them some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my capitals and punctuation will not work on my key board so i am forced to be an ee cummings sort of poster now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-8721226289881582266?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/8721226289881582266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=8721226289881582266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/8721226289881582266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/8721226289881582266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/02/drug-testing.html' title='drug testing'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-1431046404962018703</id><published>2009-01-29T20:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:58:21.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Advice</title><content type='html'>It's probably not good for old Deadheads&lt;br /&gt;(like me)&lt;br /&gt;to use "Ripple" as a ringtone&lt;br /&gt;While I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;head cocked to the side&lt;br /&gt;goofy grin on my face&lt;br /&gt;lost in memories&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is yelling, "Mom, it's not a flashback! Answer your damn phone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1431046404962018703?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1431046404962018703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=1431046404962018703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1431046404962018703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1431046404962018703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-little-advice.html' title='Just a Little Advice'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-7987438917675141109</id><published>2009-01-26T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:06:23.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night in Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SX3OriMB1LI/AAAAAAAADUE/t3qMCAt-gzU/s1600-h/cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SX3OriMB1LI/AAAAAAAADUE/t3qMCAt-gzU/s320/cheer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615984164525234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am coherent enough to write about this after 3 days have passed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;Friday night about 11, I kissed Cailtin goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Since she has turned 18, she can go to the dance clubs downtown, which seems like a whole lot of fun to me. They don't open till midnight , so she is due home around 2.&lt;br /&gt;She always has her phone in her hand like an 11th digit. She texts me all during the evening, telling me who's there, who is with whom and the deal is, seh always has to let me know where she is.She's a good kid, this has never been a problem.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up  about 1 to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;At 2 , I called to tell her to come on home,&lt;br /&gt;At 3 I was cruising the streets of downtown alone, which is precisely what I feared she was doing!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the police station &amp;amp; l was told I couldn't' file a report until she had been missing 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I showed her high school picture to drunks who said helpful things like"I aint seen no cheerleaders out here tonight"&lt;br /&gt;One guy said, "she's hot, I'd like to see her"whereupon his friend said"you jerk, her mom is worried" and they commenced to have a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset , I kept visualizing some maniac tying her up and torturing her while she heard my voice mails, "Mama's gonna find you, baby"&lt;br /&gt;I woke up every kid that goes to Murphy or interrupted their Friday evening&lt;br /&gt;I found out she was with a guy who lives in a local college dorm.&lt;br /&gt;I upset campus security by driving across their soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;Some one alerted the young man by banging on his door telling him there was a woman hollering his name out of her car window&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin came running out the door.&lt;br /&gt;I left the car door open and ran to hug her, explained the situation to the officials who were worried about their field and we went home&lt;br /&gt;I told her, "no, you are not grounded. We both have the same goals. We both want you to have a good time and we both want you to live. We are just adjusting your environment so you can be successful at both those things."&lt;br /&gt; She said, So, I'm grounded"&lt;br /&gt; "yeah, pretty much ", I answered.&lt;br /&gt;She had turned her phone off because it was dead and had fallen asleep watching a movie. So while she was all safe and relaxed, I was in grave personal danger downtown after everything was closed talking to winos!&lt;br /&gt;And how is it that everyone's phone that she was with went dead at once???&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Caitlin, you can't bullshit a bullshitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-7987438917675141109?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/7987438917675141109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=7987438917675141109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7987438917675141109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7987438917675141109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-in-hell.html' title='A Night in Hell'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SX3OriMB1LI/AAAAAAAADUE/t3qMCAt-gzU/s72-c/cheer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-1640342465729517191</id><published>2009-01-24T02:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:02:49.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWKi1z-VI/AAAAAAAADT8/rL90QFRUUYc/s1600-h/Jack+on+my+pillow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWKi1z-VI/AAAAAAAADT8/rL90QFRUUYc/s320/Jack+on+my+pillow+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294779788566985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWKJmy04I/AAAAAAAADT0/UDmPOrRxn0Q/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWKJmy04I/AAAAAAAADT0/UDmPOrRxn0Q/s320/Father%27s+Day+2008+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294779781793108866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWJ7WiC7I/AAAAAAAADTs/f0TGVC-Aw7I/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWJ7WiC7I/AAAAAAAADTs/f0TGVC-Aw7I/s320/Father%27s+Day+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294779777966803890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe you can tell, we really love our dog.&lt;br /&gt;It was a strong spiritual connection from the start.&lt;br /&gt;He was all around the neighborhood for about a week, a roly poly puppy.&lt;br /&gt;All waggy tail and cheer, he gave no indication he was a stray.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have that furtive humble air poor lost dogs have, he was having a good old time eating folks' garbage and creating havoc.&lt;br /&gt;After seeing him around for about a week, our eyes me.&lt;br /&gt;He sat and looked at me as if to say"well?"&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and said"you might as well come on in."&lt;br /&gt;I feel irrevocably in love at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;He has never whined, even as a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;He is the happiest creature on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;He is our therapist.&lt;br /&gt;So when he cried trying to jump on the bed and couldn't climb the stairs, my partner on hikes and runs, my indefatigable fetcher of balls, it broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;I sorta knew he had hip dysplasia.&lt;br /&gt;The vet said he would probably be fine, but he has to lose 20 pounds and fast.&lt;br /&gt;He wants him to lose a pound a week. He really has gotten much too fat. He weighs 84 pounds. We should never have let him get so fat, but he has this face and he loves treats....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with love, discipline and aspirin, he will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;He was so good, even when the vet had to hurt him to examne him, he never tried to bite.&lt;br /&gt;It is humbling to know a creature who is purely good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1640342465729517191?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1640342465729517191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=1640342465729517191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1640342465729517191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1640342465729517191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-jack.html' title='Happy Jack'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXrWKi1z-VI/AAAAAAAADT8/rL90QFRUUYc/s72-c/Jack+on+my+pillow+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-400129658924198362</id><published>2009-01-19T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:46:53.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXTKkFAwVNI/AAAAAAAADTc/wzxenBXGjNQ/s1600-h/the+whiskey+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXTKkFAwVNI/AAAAAAAADTc/wzxenBXGjNQ/s320/the+whiskey+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293078183236621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get back in the habit of posting here.&lt;br /&gt;Getting over my J-Land separation anxiety. (sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the best weekend ever!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the basketball game. I go to watch my cheer leader daughter....Everything at this point in her senior year has such a feel of finality to it. We are standing together on the edge of a new life for us both. Afterward my house was full of girls and drama as they got ready for a party. I love teenagers. I love their intensity, the feeling that all of life as we now know it hinges on a look or a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, all my Lagoonatic friends were together in one place for the first time since August. The five of us have a bond that covers 3 states, 13 children, outlasted 3 husbands and 25 years. We all met for a party to be introduced to my high school boyfriend and dear companion Phillip's new wife (who is younger than my daughter, but different strokes for different folks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Stephanie and I went out dancing for her daughter Molly's 21st birthday, which was a hoot. These kids continually hand my youth back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is so much more appreciated because I was having these weird panic attacks for a while that made me almost incapable of driving a car. I have no idea where it came from. I am a social soul and have been know to get up at midnight and  drive to the beach on an impulse. I had gotten to the point where I stayed at home, telling myself that was just fine. I went to a psychiatrist and she put me on Lexapro. I dont' feel like I am taking anything, not giddy or sleepy. It took about a month, then one day I just got in the car and drove, all the while my mind was on other things, then I realized, "hey , I am not nervous!" Saturday nght I drove to the next county and all over town! I have my life back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, dear Tom and I built a fire in the back yard and sang adn laughed and loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a holiday, a pajama day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only goal I have is to walk the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you surprizes and sudden gifts from life,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-400129658924198362?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/400129658924198362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=400129658924198362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/400129658924198362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/400129658924198362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-trying-to-get-back-in-habit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SXTKkFAwVNI/AAAAAAAADTc/wzxenBXGjNQ/s72-c/the+whiskey+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4423283558105699912</id><published>2009-01-04T06:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:26:03.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqPS_z-3I/AAAAAAAADTU/o1gsOrlKJxA/s1600-h/New+Years+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqPS_z-3I/AAAAAAAADTU/o1gsOrlKJxA/s320/New+Years+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413142307208050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqO7Xp1UI/AAAAAAAADTM/QwRWoTAc4_U/s1600-h/New+Years+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqO7Xp1UI/AAAAAAAADTM/QwRWoTAc4_U/s320/New+Years+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413135964755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqOl_yH9I/AAAAAAAADTE/Q1_iiHs25EA/s1600-h/New+Years+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqOl_yH9I/AAAAAAAADTE/Q1_iiHs25EA/s320/New+Years+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413130227490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqOYLit6I/AAAAAAAADS8/ohPsSRLdkHA/s1600-h/New+Years+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqOYLit6I/AAAAAAAADS8/ohPsSRLdkHA/s320/New+Years+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413126518716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me your hand, my old dear friend&lt;br /&gt;and here's a hand of mine&lt;br /&gt;We'll drink a cup of kindness yet&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4423283558105699912?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4423283558105699912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4423283558105699912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4423283558105699912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4423283558105699912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2009/01/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SWCqPS_z-3I/AAAAAAAADTU/o1gsOrlKJxA/s72-c/New+Years+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-2422165288408359474</id><published>2008-12-27T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:57:31.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Caitlin locked the keys in the car for the fourth time today!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-2422165288408359474?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/2422165288408359474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=2422165288408359474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2422165288408359474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2422165288408359474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-love-her.html' title='Gotta Love Her'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3741041913548693437</id><published>2008-12-27T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:26:14.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOrfOcL2I/AAAAAAAADS0/cDXeHb8ANys/s1600-h/CHRISTMAS+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOrfOcL2I/AAAAAAAADS0/cDXeHb8ANys/s320/CHRISTMAS+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568090533441378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOrNhCHAI/AAAAAAAADSs/V_Jty0o8DTQ/s1600-h/CHRISTMAS+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOrNhCHAI/AAAAAAAADSs/V_Jty0o8DTQ/s320/CHRISTMAS+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568085779586050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOqSUDUXI/AAAAAAAADSk/IdkYEHRGQPA/s1600-h/CHRISTMAS+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaMYAEv-JI/AAAAAAAADSU/ZQVxk5NX9HE/s320/CHRISTMAS+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565556730525842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ9aRJBnI/AAAAAAAADSM/RMA_h4YGOks/s1600-h/Christmas+Parties+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ9aRJBnI/AAAAAAAADSM/RMA_h4YGOks/s320/Christmas+Parties+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284562900882097778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ8uFFMJI/AAAAAAAADR8/-4myvcQHdFA/s1600-h/Christmas+Parties+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ8uFFMJI/AAAAAAAADR8/-4myvcQHdFA/s320/Christmas+Parties+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284562889020354706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ8JxAr_I/AAAAAAAADR0/HwtaJjFSdyI/s1600-h/Christmas+Parties+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaJ8JxAr_I/AAAAAAAADR0/HwtaJjFSdyI/s320/Christmas+Parties+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284562879272497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaIVhDBs3I/AAAAAAAADRs/oRfd6PisYUI/s1600-h/Christmas+Parties+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaIVhDBs3I/AAAAAAAADRs/oRfd6PisYUI/s320/Christmas+Parties+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284561115995550578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good this year,&lt;br /&gt;Small expectations.&lt;br /&gt;small treasured moments,&lt;br /&gt;We drew names which took so much of the pressure and stress off this Santa. (wow, thanks, Mariah)&lt;br /&gt;We started the season with Cookiefest at Stephanie's with Dana, Paula, Caitlin, Kat, Molly and Erin. low key and cozy, as Stephanie is reeling from a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the fun but  ill-fated anti consumer Christmas where we wound up with all the junk..... attended by Pat and Eileen, Terry and his granddaughter Morgan, my old next door neighbor Jutta,the fading playboy about town, Jerry, Stephanie and a numerous bunch of very well behaved teens. (at least while in view)&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Christmas Eve Eve, Stacey, Craig, his son Montana , our boy Ian arrived. Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;and her girls came for dinner  drinks and a fire! What a cozy night. Tom played his guitar as we congratulated each other on being family.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the big day, we slept late until nine, sigh, no little ones to drag us from our beds.&lt;br /&gt;But Mariah and Terry brought my mom and we opened the presents Tom and I had braved the warm wet rain to buy the day before.We read the&lt;br /&gt;Christmas story, ate breakfast and  opened gifts in the candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;Mariah bought Caitlin a lovely purple coat hat and mittens, Terry gave me a Netfix subscription, I bought Tom a great snuggly brown hoodie from CF Martin's 175 anniversay celebration.Tom got Mariah lovely crystal wind glasses and a hand blown wine stopper, Caitlin got Terry cologne and an Itunes card and boxes of a chocolate he craves. The mood was festive and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Then on to Granny's for a patented Granny hug.My neices and great neices were all excited about a trip to New Yourk after Brittany's kidney transplant.&lt;br /&gt;Ern and  Russell brought the star of the hour, Miss Aiden, all of 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;Poor little David who got a 4 wheeler and a swing set for Christmas, rolled off the couch and broke his collarbone!&lt;br /&gt;I visited with Judy and Eileen, the best fringe benefits of my  marriage, the greatest sister in laws of all time and my heros their husbands Patrick , who can (and has ) fixed everthing and David who deals with illness with quiet strength.&lt;br /&gt;Then home for a snuggle on the couch with Christmas in our hearts and plans for New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3741041913548693437?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3741041913548693437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3741041913548693437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3741041913548693437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3741041913548693437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas-story.html' title='Our Christmas Story'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SVaOrfOcL2I/AAAAAAAADS0/cDXeHb8ANys/s72-c/CHRISTMAS+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-7192593978549352338</id><published>2008-12-25T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:21:10.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so this is Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's still as magical to me and it was when I was five and got the doll that got chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-7192593978549352338?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/7192593978549352338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=7192593978549352338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7192593978549352338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7192593978549352338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-this-is-christmas.html' title='And so this is Christmas'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-1845642515325493975</id><published>2008-12-23T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:41:11.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backfiring Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>I had this great idea.&lt;br /&gt;An anti-consumer Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would bring a wrapped gift of something they no longer needed they had lying around the house and we would play Dirty Santa.&lt;br /&gt;One person's trash would be another person's treasure.&lt;br /&gt;We would all clear some junk out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody but me got rid of something!&lt;br /&gt;My house is more cluttered than ever because all my friends left their crap here!&lt;br /&gt;It was a major fun time though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-1845642515325493975?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/1845642515325493975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=1845642515325493975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1845642515325493975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/1845642515325493975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/backfiring-christmas-party.html' title='The Backfiring Christmas Party'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4059935300107009242</id><published>2008-12-21T19:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:54:20.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zN_ByNbI/AAAAAAAADRk/46avZnj1iZI/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zN_ByNbI/AAAAAAAADRk/46avZnj1iZI/s320/Christmas+Tree+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426834534938034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zNXwcARI/AAAAAAAADRc/twm87UkZGVM/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zNXwcARI/AAAAAAAADRc/twm87UkZGVM/s320/Christmas+Tree+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426823993196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zMyecu_I/AAAAAAAADRU/E87BjgSJraU/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zMyecu_I/AAAAAAAADRU/E87BjgSJraU/s320/Christmas+Tree+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426813985635314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zMr0oq_I/AAAAAAAADRM/ZQyoaFFkx5w/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zMr0oq_I/AAAAAAAADRM/ZQyoaFFkx5w/s320/Christmas+Tree+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426812199644146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7xwFmQfmI/AAAAAAAADRE/OvhnV5vJMPI/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7xwFmQfmI/AAAAAAAADRE/OvhnV5vJMPI/s320/Christmas+Tree+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282425221390827106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom saw this tree growing out of a crack in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;"It wanted to live so bad", he said.&lt;br /&gt;He pulled it up, put it in a put and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's our outside tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4059935300107009242?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4059935300107009242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4059935300107009242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4059935300107009242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4059935300107009242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-tree.html' title='Getting the Tree'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SU7zN_ByNbI/AAAAAAAADRk/46avZnj1iZI/s72-c/Christmas+Tree+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-7734716233226723208</id><published>2008-12-14T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:06:03.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was great.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I was thankful for in one room.&lt;br /&gt;I will add pictures soon as I can find the camera.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting much because I want this blog to be full of things I want to remember. &lt;br /&gt;Work is hell. &lt;br /&gt;I want to forget my psycho principal as soon as I can. &lt;br /&gt;I really think one day I just will not be able to go in.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;So do I &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for better days&lt;br /&gt;trying to learn the lesson I need from this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my chin up,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-7734716233226723208?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/7734716233226723208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=7734716233226723208' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7734716233226723208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/7734716233226723208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4377815256320295743</id><published>2008-11-26T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:54:21.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Story</title><content type='html'>I am siting at my computer on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;when a message pops up&lt;br /&gt;"I need to talk to you"&lt;br /&gt;It is from a high school friend that is now in California. &lt;br /&gt;I talk to him online from time to time&lt;br /&gt;He wanted my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise when I heard his voice &lt;br /&gt;It was exactly the same &lt;br /&gt;and in my mind's eye&lt;br /&gt;I saw the gangly boy I used to sit across from&lt;br /&gt;not the middle aged man in the picture on my screen.&lt;br /&gt;That is the first strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was like I had run into him at the Mall yesterday. No "How have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;He asked me about a mutual online friend who also went to school with us&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he had run into her &lt;br /&gt;in a foreign country. &lt;br /&gt;They had a torrid affair!&lt;br /&gt;(Second strange thing)&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I realized nothing had ever changed&lt;br /&gt;we were still 16&lt;br /&gt;standing in the hallway &lt;br /&gt;books in arms&lt;br /&gt;asking a friend&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think she likes me?"&lt;br /&gt;(third weird thing, if you're keeping up)&lt;br /&gt;Never think you are anonymous on the Internet&lt;br /&gt;The high school gossip monster is still alive and kicking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4377815256320295743?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4377815256320295743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4377815256320295743' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4377815256320295743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4377815256320295743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-story.html' title='Strange Story'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-9112603650083807438</id><published>2008-11-26T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:05:19.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>It's calm and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow this house will be full of friends&lt;br /&gt;the family we have made for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned for two days&lt;br /&gt;seeing my house &lt;br /&gt;through "company eyes"&lt;br /&gt;and I like it&lt;br /&gt;shabby&lt;br /&gt;cozy &lt;br /&gt;full of books&lt;br /&gt;music &lt;br /&gt;pictures kids drew&lt;br /&gt;Looks like lives are well lived here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-9112603650083807438?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/9112603650083807438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=9112603650083807438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9112603650083807438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9112603650083807438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4709278597302773035</id><published>2008-11-25T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:40:22.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookmarks</title><content type='html'>In the mornings,&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Mariah brings me a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;just the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;to my bed&lt;br /&gt;At night&lt;br /&gt;Tom has the bed turned back &lt;br /&gt;covers fixed just so.&lt;br /&gt;Bookmarks of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4709278597302773035?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4544197825460706900</id><published>2008-11-18T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:00:51.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>So &lt;br /&gt;I got to work today and discovered that the cat apparently pissed on my sweater that I had laid out to wear!&lt;br /&gt;And this was a good day!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4544197825460706900?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4544197825460706900/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3253123990791564136</id><published>2008-11-16T18:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:23:32.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4oBaoPTI/AAAAAAAADQU/jtCebZxon5g/s1600-h/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4oBaoPTI/AAAAAAAADQU/jtCebZxon5g/s320/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414561737882930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4nUvRDtI/AAAAAAAADQM/pbs1DVLQKVU/s1600-h/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4nUvRDtI/AAAAAAAADQM/pbs1DVLQKVU/s320/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414549744848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4m99fS2I/AAAAAAAADQE/-xqQFAI0lLk/s1600-h/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4m99fS2I/AAAAAAAADQE/-xqQFAI0lLk/s320/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414543630486370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4mnEcu_I/AAAAAAAADP8/PqVY7rrY0m4/s1600-h/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4mnEcu_I/AAAAAAAADP8/PqVY7rrY0m4/s320/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414537485663218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of those days I will keep like a talisman in my pocket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4mPXXvAI/AAAAAAAADP0/8Jy0JqD_0ww/s1600-h/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SSC4mPXXvAI/AAAAAAAADP0/8Jy0JqD_0ww/s320/november+weather,+brenden+Thriller+%26+a+couple+of+Mariah+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414531122576386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3253123990791564136?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3253123990791564136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3253123990791564136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3253123990791564136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3253123990791564136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-sunday.html' title='November Sunday'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lu-s-II/AAAAAAAADPk/JwVpX1eZeZw/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lu-s-II/AAAAAAAADPk/JwVpX1eZeZw/s320/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269204515708270722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5luESvsI/AAAAAAAADPc/vrH6gIOdHuc/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5luESvsI/AAAAAAAADPc/vrH6gIOdHuc/s320/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269204515463282370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lBlC4NI/AAAAAAAADPU/Sk1MIZUFRJE/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lBlC4NI/AAAAAAAADPU/Sk1MIZUFRJE/s320/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269204503521059026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lKw4xNI/AAAAAAAADPM/h2M-pe6XCtg/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5lKw4xNI/AAAAAAAADPM/h2M-pe6XCtg/s320/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269204505986647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is Caitliln's birthseason&lt;br /&gt;eighteen years of this funny little sprite&lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;mimicking&lt;br /&gt;never still&lt;br /&gt;what a gift!&lt;br /&gt;So for our first celebration&lt;br /&gt;we went to Bay St Louis MS&lt;br /&gt;where my sister in spirit lives&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;br /&gt;mother of Ian&lt;br /&gt;born one week after Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;we have pictures of us with pregnant tummies touching&lt;br /&gt;they like to say&lt;br /&gt;they were friends before they were born&lt;br /&gt;we always celebrate the passages of life together&lt;br /&gt;on the beach&lt;br /&gt;watching the fire flicker across well loved faces&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;all the stories told and retold on porches late into the night&lt;br /&gt;all the noses wiped&lt;br /&gt;all the children tossed into the air&lt;br /&gt;and I am so proud of the family we created&lt;br /&gt;as I see our children growing up&lt;br /&gt;and loving each other like we taught them to&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Elvis is alive and well in a cardboard cut out at the rest station at the Mississippi state line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin's actual natal day we spent quietly&lt;br /&gt;watching Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;shopping for a cute dress and "hurt my feet shoes"&lt;br /&gt;Mariah cooked a birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;I baked the traditional funfetti cake&lt;br /&gt;my mom came and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh next weekend it was time for birthday celebration number 3&lt;br /&gt;The girls had tickets to "so you think you can dance " tour&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along for the ride to visit Paula and Dana&lt;br /&gt;other members of the tribe&lt;br /&gt;in FL&lt;br /&gt;so off we go&lt;br /&gt;we are late&lt;br /&gt;we are lost&lt;br /&gt;tension in the car is high&lt;br /&gt;since I am the mom&lt;br /&gt;it is somehow my fault&lt;br /&gt;I get out of the car at a Tom Thumb gas station&lt;br /&gt;adn refuse to get back in.&lt;br /&gt;I do this with the absolute certainty that Paula or Dana will come get me&lt;br /&gt;even though I have no idea where I am&lt;br /&gt;What friends I have!&lt;br /&gt;So it's a margarita night&lt;br /&gt;a pier sitting morning&lt;br /&gt;and I am ready for whatever may come this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-2465424995627622543?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/2465424995627622543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=2465424995627622543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2465424995627622543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/2465424995627622543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-caitlilns-birthseason-eighteen.html' title=''/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SR_5l0xfZjI/AAAAAAAADPs/ng45mg-GQ78/s72-c/Caitlin+and+Ian%27s+18th+birthday+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-9071713328581820230</id><published>2008-11-16T04:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:35:30.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My baby is 18&lt;br /&gt;sending out college applications&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;proud&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;(she and I both)&lt;br /&gt;changes are in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My oldest is getting married&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin leaving home&lt;br /&gt;I'm retiring next December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-9071713328581820230?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/9071713328581820230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=9071713328581820230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9071713328581820230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/9071713328581820230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-4261486894951180200</id><published>2008-11-10T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:55:33.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Else Fails, Throw A Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGsnmyEI/AAAAAAAADPE/goyVIioSDw8/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGsnmyEI/AAAAAAAADPE/goyVIioSDw8/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267258946429044802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGavSAmI/AAAAAAAADO8/ZqDMSAWqHPk/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGavSAmI/AAAAAAAADO8/ZqDMSAWqHPk/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267258941629399650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGLurUlI/AAAAAAAADO0/ad4Zp95EaaU/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGLurUlI/AAAAAAAADO0/ad4Zp95EaaU/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267258937600332370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOtJfMoCI/AAAAAAAADOs/KcWxbL756aA/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOtJfMoCI/AAAAAAAADOs/KcWxbL756aA/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267257407990177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOs57Oa5I/AAAAAAAADOk/HZW5ichOOGg/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOs57Oa5I/AAAAAAAADOk/HZW5ichOOGg/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267257403812768658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOsWn82hI/AAAAAAAADOc/pZlEnBGTt_Q/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOsWn82hI/AAAAAAAADOc/pZlEnBGTt_Q/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267257394336684562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOqNWfRoI/AAAAAAAADOU/mEJpojMKSLk/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOqNWfRoI/AAAAAAAADOU/mEJpojMKSLk/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267257357487785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOp0rKHKI/AAAAAAAADOM/4-t3QYfVb3A/s1600-h/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkOp0rKHKI/AAAAAAAADOM/4-t3QYfVb3A/s320/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267257350863592610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a rough few weeks on the porch&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I want to bitch&lt;br /&gt;And then I think how much worse off other people are&lt;br /&gt;And how I should count my blessings&lt;br /&gt;then I feel bitchy&lt;br /&gt;and guilty&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to think positive&lt;br /&gt;I walked the dog&lt;br /&gt;I prayed&lt;br /&gt;I meditated&lt;br /&gt;I did my Yoga&lt;br /&gt;then I called all my crazy relatives&lt;br /&gt;wrote a hot check to buy beer and hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;and threw a party&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-4261486894951180200?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/4261486894951180200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=4261486894951180200' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4261486894951180200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/4261486894951180200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-all-else-fails-throw-party.html' title='When All Else Fails, Throw A Party'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SRkQGsnmyEI/AAAAAAAADPE/goyVIioSDw8/s72-c/when+all+else+fails,+throw+a+party%21+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-868350694233046681</id><published>2008-10-18T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:33:29.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring This All Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SPnxYyndWaI/AAAAAAAADN8/nyUJHUZ6abI/s1600-h/Tom%27s+Birthday+Dinner+08,+a+Lagoonagether+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SPnxYyndWaI/AAAAAAAADN8/nyUJHUZ6abI/s320/Tom%27s+Birthday+Dinner+08,+a+Lagoonagether+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499448138193314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, the new neighborhood is pretty&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly starting to settle in&lt;br /&gt;after being dragged here kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;somehow I have my old dear Porch Stories twice&lt;br /&gt;(It said the first attempt failed)&lt;br /&gt;so with heart in mouth&lt;br /&gt;I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got this new Porch Stories&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't find my address.&lt;br /&gt;The one they gave me says&lt;br /&gt;"There is no blog by this name but it is available"&lt;br /&gt;The hell you say!&lt;br /&gt;It's been me forever!&lt;br /&gt;So I want to change my dear old name to Old Porch Stories&lt;br /&gt;I want to have an address&lt;br /&gt;(I still feel like I'm living in a cyber cardboard box)&lt;br /&gt;and I want to talk to all my friends&lt;br /&gt;Who's out there?&lt;br /&gt;I found dear Paula from the country and my good old Lurkynat today!&lt;br /&gt;Where's Jude from My Way?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my new porch and help me read the house numbers!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as desperate as I sound&lt;br /&gt;(Cue maniacal laughter in the background!)&lt;br /&gt;Still a little lost,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-868350694233046681?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/868350694233046681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=868350694233046681' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/868350694233046681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/868350694233046681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/10/figuring-this-all-out.html' title='Figuring This All Out'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SPnxYyndWaI/AAAAAAAADN8/nyUJHUZ6abI/s72-c/Tom%27s+Birthday+Dinner+08,+a+Lagoonagether+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-6962513448035202329</id><published>2008-10-05T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:51:39.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOjFE51SsWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AnVISPqWluA/s1600-h/Graduation+Party+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOjFE51SsWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AnVISPqWluA/s320/Graduation+Party+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253665653362176354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOjFFMR9qbI/AAAAAAAAABA/AmCLaZ9iG5Y/s1600-h/Graduation+Party+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOjFFMR9qbI/AAAAAAAAABA/AmCLaZ9iG5Y/s320/Graduation+Party+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253665658314271154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a whole new roll down the hill over here.&lt;br /&gt;Like the new kid at the party,&lt;br /&gt; I am looking for people I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind who&lt;br /&gt;runs into the room yelling&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm more the&lt;br /&gt;"There you are!" type.&lt;br /&gt;So where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Today is my MIL's 85th birhtday.&lt;br /&gt;She is about 4foot 11 inches of feisty woman.&lt;br /&gt;She could probably run me down if she had to!&lt;br /&gt;She has 9 kids adn more grandkids than I can figure up in my head right now&lt;br /&gt;not to mention great grand kids and general hangers-on.&lt;br /&gt;Oughta be a party.&lt;br /&gt;Counting Candles,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-6962513448035202329?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/6962513448035202329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=6962513448035202329' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6962513448035202329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/6962513448035202329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-trying.html' title='still trying'/><author><name>marti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOVFEGcxXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fuaJeBNn4so/S220/sunday+in+the+woods+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MqtTuFUTYQ/SOjFE51SsWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AnVISPqWluA/s72-c/Graduation+Party+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116511411181975967.post-3195766401633315640</id><published>2008-10-02T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:57:57.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>So I guess I've moved just one step short of being evicted...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;it' s happened in real life&lt;br /&gt;wasn't expecting it on the internet&lt;br /&gt;so what's the neighborhood like here?&lt;br /&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;Marti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116511411181975967-3195766401633315640?l=porchstories-marti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porchstories-marti.blogspot.com/feeds/3195766401633315640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6116511411181975967&amp;postID=3195766401633315640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116511411181975967/posts/default/3195766401633315640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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