<?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-19038324</id><updated>2011-12-03T05:58:34.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of A Martini</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117626446413166538</id><published>2007-04-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:07:44.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2007</title><content type='html'>This past Easter was somethingnew for me. I spent it with the boyfriend's family ( and lots of it) and not home in Abilene. Normally I would have gone home for Easter but since I now work on Saturdays that wasn't the best option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I am dating a fabulous man who has a killer family. It is somewhat of a cross between the movies of: The Family Stone, Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation and Meet The Fockers. It was insane to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with Dinner Thursday night and didn't end until Sunday around 6pm. His family not only made me laugh and fed me tons of great food but welcomed me with open arms. I have known his parents for some time (actually longer than I have known him - his mom set us up!!) And I knew his two sisters somewhat too but this weekend in brought in Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Step Cousins etc..... and don't forget the dogs.... Java Bean, Lucy and of course Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are just a few of the many pics that I have...... We have much better pics too bad they weren't on my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashton (his nephew) pushed me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/145424/100_4219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/271135/100_4219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D explaining to Ashton how a Pez dispenser opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/14762/100_4275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/535195/100_4275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucy found her own egg!!! And No she doesn't share either.... ask Harley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/113337/100_4278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/306721/100_4278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D's sister Leslie and Ashton. She gave him a punk rocker look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/262457/100_4328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/15523/100_4328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ashton gave me hugs after we dyed eggs. Can you say adorbale??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/626286/100_4356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/24485/100_4356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This boy loves to take pictures.... and what a ham!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/817172/100_4367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/347204/100_4367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pappa and Cousin Hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/190806/100_4370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/50461/100_4370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D carved the ham.... beats truck stop food any day... too bad they didn't have a ice cream machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/313373/100_4371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/99491/100_4371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ashton hunted for Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/525143/100_4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/234801/100_4375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D and Harley.... he really does like her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/929078/100_4377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/430730/100_4377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/499358/100_4379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soooo not a good picture but you get the idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/367390/100_4382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/338838/100_4382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last but not least ..... Ashton and I snuggling.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/733120/100_4389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/955370/100_4389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117626446413166538?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117626446413166538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117626446413166538&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117626446413166538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117626446413166538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-2007.html' title='Easter 2007'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117587828932243354</id><published>2007-04-06T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:51:29.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the fabulous new boyfriend I have internet service at home now so I can actually update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been at my new job 2 months and love it. I work for a lighting company working with builders, designers and retail customers. We do everything from reading the take offs to picking the designs and trouble shotting as the installation goes on.  I love the new  job and can't wait until April 23rd when we open the new showroom in South Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new No I did Not meet him on match.com but through his mom and so far it is fabulous.... but for a bit longer I care to keep the details to  myself.... just don't want to jonx anything.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Harley is freaking great.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117587828932243354?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117587828932243354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117587828932243354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117587828932243354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117587828932243354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117037025097419699</id><published>2007-02-01T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:50:51.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport and Killing Time</title><content type='html'>I am SOOOOOOOOOOO Bored! I am sitting in the airport waiting for my next flight. Yup.... this stinks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117037025097419699?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117037025097419699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117037025097419699&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117037025097419699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117037025097419699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/02/airport-and-killing-time.html' title='Airport and Killing Time'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117034249841433891</id><published>2007-02-01T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:17:05.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was suppose to be a ski day for Dad and I but thanks to a big storm that came through that didn't happen. We spent the morning drinking coffee and each of us with our own books and taking turns on my laptop. It kinda felt like fruit basket turn over.... if you got up you would lose your chair! Dad made us biscuts for breakfast and then Mom made Taco's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/854911/100_4150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/611752/100_4150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by 2 pm we were all a bit stir crazy and needed to get out of the cabin. The only problem it turned out was navigating the stairs and the foot and half of powder snow you sunk into while walking as Mom found out when she fell face first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/709117/100_4159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/115880/100_4159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And because I am such a good daughter I stoped and took pictures instead of helping her up. Now she will tell you that I am leaving out a fall story from the day before but because this is my blog I can chose to share other people's embarassing falls and moments and not my own! That is the beauty of being the author of the blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/325960/100_4161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/430128/100_4161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was off to the flea market where we wandered around other people's junk for an hour. Mom did find some $3.00 sunglasses though.... in the kids section&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/303414/100_4162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even tried on some sunglasses to practice for when she is 90, driving and blind. Dad thought these were really sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/36102/100_4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/259762/100_4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The snow fell all day long and was so pretty. This is Mom and Dad downtown. Look at the size of those snow flakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/871031/100_4164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/546260/100_4164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since we had already done the flea market, a book store, a shop where we would never be able to even afford a pen, a coffee shop we finally ended up at Farley's! It is a local food and pool place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found out my dad is not only a pool shark but a very ungracious winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/248636/100_4166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/12497/100_4166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back to the cabin dad thought it would be best if we played follow the leader and walked in his big steps so there was no more falling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/870248/100_4167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/916986/100_4167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the rest of our night was spent ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/570189/100_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/864740/100_4168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea...I don't think I will come home....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117034249841433891?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117034249841433891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117034249841433891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117034249841433891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117034249841433891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117027789013528985</id><published>2007-01-31T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:11:30.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Yesterday</title><content type='html'>We drove up to Inn Of The Mountain God's yesterday and it was so pretty and calm. Huge snow flakes were falling and here is the view from the resort over looking the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/286820/100_4144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/497274/100_4144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/656568/100_4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/842636/100_4145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look like I belong to him, don't I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/709000/brooke%20and%20daddy%20cropped%20inn%20of%20gods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/355794/brooke%20and%20daddy%20cropped%20inn%20of%20gods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time we got back to our cabin a storm was blowing in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/144493/100_4149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/934221/100_4149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night a storm hit so bad they have closed the road up to the ski mountain so it looks like no skiing for Dad and  I today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117027789013528985?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117027789013528985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117027789013528985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027789013528985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027789013528985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-yesterday.html' title='From Yesterday'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117027287471111863</id><published>2007-01-31T13:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:47:54.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doe A Deer.... A Female Deer....</title><content type='html'>Mom and dad told me that I might to see some deer outside the cabin but I hadn't expected it. But that all changed yesterday morning. I opened the blinds to my bedroom window and looking back at me was this!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/221135/100_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/526969/100_4125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled for Mom and dad to come look and before we know it there was a whole family of deer outside my bedroom windown. We even made noise and they still didn't scare off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/214070/100_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/709231/100_4124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is taken through the screen window of my bedroom. They just stood there starring. It was amazing. I have never seen one, much less that many, up so close before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/842640/100_4128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/427088/100_4128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Mom's head..... and three deer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/913734/100_4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/810676/100_4130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we went to leave the cabin and they were out front so dad got the deer feed out and fed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/966956/100_4136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/565674/100_4136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I knew what this one was thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/800092/100_4139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/725347/100_4139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this not cool???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/723316/100_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/954549/100_4138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/529213/100_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/100790/100_4140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you can see how close they were to our cabin. I am telling you it was unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/112047/100_4141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/923100/100_4141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pics to come later.... but it is Taco lunch time for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I won't come home afterall...... I could get really use to this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117027287471111863?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117027287471111863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117027287471111863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027287471111863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027287471111863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/doe-deer-female-deer_31.html' title='Doe A Deer.... A Female Deer....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117027286980861221</id><published>2007-01-31T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:47:49.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doe A Deer.... A Female Deer....</title><content type='html'>Mom and dad told me that I might to see some deer outside the cabin but I hadn't expected it. But that all changed yesterday morning. I opened the blinds to my bedroom window and looking back at me was this!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/221135/100_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/526969/100_4125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled for Mom and dad to come look and before we know it there was a whole family of deer outside my bedroom windown. We even made noise and they still didn't scare off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/214070/100_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/709231/100_4124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is taken through the screen window of my bedroom. They just stood there starring. It was amazing. I have never seen one, much less that many, up so close before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/842640/100_4128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/427088/100_4128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Mom's head..... and three deer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/913734/100_4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/810676/100_4130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we went to leave the cabin and they were out front so dad got the deer feed out and fed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/966956/100_4136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/565674/100_4136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I knew what this one was thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/800092/100_4139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/725347/100_4139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this not cool???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/723316/100_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/954549/100_4138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/529213/100_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/100790/100_4140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you can see how close they were to our cabin. I am telling you it was unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/112047/100_4141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/923100/100_4141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pics to come later.... but it is Taco lunch time for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I won't come home afterall...... I could get really use to this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117027286980861221?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117027286980861221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117027286980861221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027286980861221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117027286980861221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/doe-deer-female-deer.html' title='Doe A Deer.... A Female Deer....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-117017446951964153</id><published>2007-01-30T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:27:49.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Apache</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a while. I will keep this short - I am in New Mexico with may fabulous parents at a ski cabin and couldn't be happier. I am sitting in a huge ever stuffed chair, looking out a large picture window at the mountains covered in snow and drinking my coffee. Since I had a week off in between jobs my parents were kind enough to let me join them on their trip. I will fly to Midland on Thursday and pick up my car , drive to Abilene, pick up Harley (Uncle Bo is dog sitting Harley and Bullett for us), Then get up Friday morning and return to Arlington. That way mom and dad can enjoy a couple of days here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I needed this. Just to get away from it all, not keep stressing and worrying about things I can't change, to be hugged - cuddled and loved on but most of all to find a new happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy place is covered in snow.... bundled in a blanket with my family near by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-117017446951964153?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/117017446951964153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=117017446951964153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117017446951964153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/117017446951964153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/ski-apache.html' title='Ski Apache'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116951135885379785</id><published>2007-01-22T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:15:58.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you give to go back to that one moment in time when you were your happiest and at peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116951135885379785?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116951135885379785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116951135885379785&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116951135885379785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116951135885379785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-would-you-give-to-go-back-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116915721430923255</id><published>2007-01-18T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:53:34.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/147031/Cold_Dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/354744/Cold_Dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cold weather has hit finally hit Texas! Earlier this week we didn't open the office until 11 am and then yesterday the office was closed all day long! I have always said that I love "Snow days". Sleeping until noon and then waking to a white bliss outside! Yesterday was that same feeling until about 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/383343/ice%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden it hit me..... Snow days aren't quite as much fun alone! Harley and I spent the day bundled up in blankets and catching up on old movies and Tivo but it just wasn't the same. These are the days I miss the X the most. Someone that is next to you on the couch watching that same old movie with you, drink hot chocolate and just enjoying the day off together. I even broke down and asked the ex boyfriend to hang out.... BIG MISTAKE. Because when his answer was that he was busy that only amplified that alone feeling I was having. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/286036/snow%20in%20dallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I learned snow days are nice.... but snow days shared are better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/902999/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116915721430923255?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116915721430923255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116915721430923255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116915721430923255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116915721430923255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116896627220923472</id><published>2007-01-16T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:51:12.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Warriors Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/311155/bowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/958236/bowen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little brother Bowen. He is four years my junior. He is has a heart of gold and is the most loyal person you will ever meet. Last night I received a call from him that has broken my heart. He is helping a friend go through something so painful that I can NOT even begin to imagine or relate. Please pray for Bo he needs to be blessed with the right words of comfort and strength. This is little boy means the world to me..... if I could take this pain away from him and take care of it myself I would..... But I can't.... So instead I just ask for you to be a pray warrior for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/454445/christmas%20mornng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/312179/christmas%20mornng.jpg" 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/19038324-116896627220923472?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116896627220923472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116896627220923472&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116896627220923472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116896627220923472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/prayer-warriors-needed.html' title='Prayer Warriors Needed'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116854504283548581</id><published>2007-01-11T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:50:43.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Type of Personality Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.deuxbijoux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie&lt;/a&gt; for the great Quiz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116854504283548581?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116854504283548581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116854504283548581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116854504283548581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116854504283548581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-type-of-personality-are-you.html' title='What Type of Personality Are You?'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116846090587193058</id><published>2007-01-10T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:28:25.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that never changes is change......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Change is not merely necessary to life -- IT IS LIFE." Alvin Toffler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well guys I officially have a new job. I gave my two weeks notice this morning and will begin my &lt;a href="http://www.lee-lighting.com/cms/index.jsp"&gt;new job&lt;/a&gt; on January the 22nd. I will be in sales for a lighting company for upscale builders and some retail customers. I am truly so very excited about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/961397/ByeMarkus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irene Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/372416/100_3831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit my heart is breaking that I am leaving ACME Brick. This company has become my family in so many ways. There are friendships that I have made that I know will always be in my life. These people took me in and made me their own - they helped me through a bad marriage that was failing when I didn't know who to turn to, Gave me the support I needed during my divorce, laughed with me as I stuck my foot in my mouth, cried with me when I needed to and then kicked me in my but and told me to put my big girl panties on! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/978443/100_3835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love my family here so much. Because they really are my family ...... We all fight we all have our disagreements but in the end we are STILL family. (Great now .... I am bawling .... Gosh I love these guys!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/687291/TheGroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly." - Henri Louis Bergeson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116846090587193058?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116846090587193058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116846090587193058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116846090587193058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116846090587193058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-thing-that-never-changes-is.html' title='The only thing that never changes is change......'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116829748096344980</id><published>2007-01-08T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:04:41.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating With a Martini Girl</title><content type='html'>I have a new 2nd blog.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/935449/favorite%20frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116829748096344980?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116829748096344980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116829748096344980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116829748096344980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116829748096344980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/dating-with-martini-girl.html' title='Dating With a Martini Girl'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116827927977388968</id><published>2007-01-08T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:01:29.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthdayto me!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday ..... I am old! I had a fabulous Saturday though! My parents were in town so I went to diner with them, my grandparents and Goose was my date!! Nothing exciting happened... nothing crazy (except for the freaking Cowboys loosing) ..... But I spent my night with the people I love the most minus Martini and my little brother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/819817/100_4078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/30526/100_4079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/966590/100_4075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/861824/100_4082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/321467/100_4082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/51798/100_4084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/131630/100_4080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/538803/100_4080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.... blood related and not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116827927977388968?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116827927977388968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116827927977388968&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116827927977388968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116827927977388968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-belated-birthdayto-me.html' title='Happy Belated Birthdayto me!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116794314506079666</id><published>2007-01-04T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:39:05.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 For 1....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dating....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/820871/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/251822/dating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first dates with match.com last night. Yes, I said dates. I went ahead and crammed drinks with 2 guys into the same night. I really don't think there was anything wrong with it either. I looked at both of them like interviews. I was already dressesd up and going to be out so why not keep them short and sweet and meet both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far they are both okay..... Nice guys ....  will have to wait and see. But at least I am keeping my word.... I put myself out there..... now lets just see if I can stay there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116794314506079666?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116794314506079666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116794314506079666&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116794314506079666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116794314506079666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-for-1.html' title='2 For 1....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116785833381942603</id><published>2007-01-03T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:05:33.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/598874/joey%20cropped%20outPicture%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/57510/joey%20cropped%20outPicture%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He married her on Monday,  New Years Day. That doesn't mean I won't ever talk about him again....  or that my heart is done healing..... or that all my issues will now resolve themselves. He moved on and so can I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my invitation got lost in the mail???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116785833381942603?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116785833381942603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116785833381942603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116785833381942603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116785833381942603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116784737672185558</id><published>2007-01-03T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:08:09.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/735922/Bitchy-Pills-Magnet-C11750032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to begin 2007 in a new way.... Some people join a gym, give something up. I on the other hand joined a dating site (match.com)... go figure. It is something new for me! I realized I had to take control and quit complaining about dating in my mid twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/382731/She-Could-No-Longer-Pretend-Magnet-C11750212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be 26 and still not have thing figured out. Recently I have felt like I am going backwards instead of forward. I actually tried to rationalize with a guy on why it hurt my feelings that he wasn't honest with his friends about seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/115868/Chocolate-Magnet-C12233205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused to bend and so did I. And I am glad... he needed to do what was right for him and so did I. I went cold with my emotions (slightly scary how quick I can shut down) and realized I DO want more!!!!! I want someone who is PROUD to be with me no matter what..... whose heart races when they know they are minutes from seeing me and wants me by their side. But.... I want those feelings for him too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/314753/good%20all%20the%20time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am choosing to pursue happiness this year and put myself out there. I can't complain until I really tried........... So this is going to be something all brand new to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there will be someone new for my heart or maybe an old one will come back some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/407850/Score-Magnet-C11755324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I posted the magnents only because they are funny.... take no offense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116784737672185558?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116784737672185558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116784737672185558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116784737672185558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116784737672185558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution...'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116742492574456137</id><published>2006-12-29T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:10:56.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year &amp; A New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take this blog somewhere new for the new year. I want t his year to be full of new and wonderful things. I am realizing that&lt;u&gt; I CAN&lt;/u&gt; control my environment to some extent and more than that I can control who I allow into my life good and bad. With that being said.... I am letting go of the &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hypocritical&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the judgmental&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;the deceiving&lt;/strong&gt; and worst of all the &lt;strong&gt;modern day Pharisees&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a blog a while back, one I used to read reguarly but will stop as I embark on 2007, the blogger wrote (I paraphrase) : There are so many sides to me and sides I never share. My blog is a place where I only share certain things and certain sides of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what.... I think that is pretty crappy..... I am honest and open (even at times when feelings may have been injured over my own personal thoughts). I am not going to be fake to you so please do NOT be fake to me and insult my intelligence. If this doesn't make sense e-mail and I will explain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said..... My new blog is MINE... not yours... MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you do not like what I write and express please make the choice to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; read it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; let non bloggers comment under the anonymous section but.... If I am willing to share my heart with you and use my name and let you read my thoughts please give me the same respect and sign your name to your comments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is my place to be myself.... I have friends who read this....I have tried to never write about certain issues on here but no longer. This is my place.... Sometimes it might be best just not to read it.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom - If I write something that embarrasses you.... Just disown me....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't like pictures.... leave now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least.... I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAN CHOSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what I allow into my life from here on out..... Please think carefully before you approach.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116742492574456137?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116742492574456137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116742492574456137&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116742492574456137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116742492574456137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-blog.html' title='A New Year &amp; A New Blog'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116734920175498240</id><published>2006-12-28T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:40:01.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/836320/b&amp;h%20croped%20in%20front%20of%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/358305/b%26h%20croped%20in%20front%20of%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR CHRISTMAS EVE HARLEY WAS ON HER BEST BEHAVIOR..... SHE KNEW SANTA WAS ON HER WAY.............. SHE EVEN SAT STILL FOR A PHOTO IN FRONT OF THE FAMILY "KIDS" TREE WITHOUT BEING BRIBED WITHA  TREAT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A RARE AND PRECIOUS MOMENT.... SHE WAS STILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116734920175498240?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116734920175498240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116734920175498240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116734920175498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116734920175498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/silent-night-holy-night.html' title='SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116732636565100025</id><published>2006-12-28T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:19:25.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OPERATOR ERROR........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE IN A HURRY TRYING TO GET THE CELOPHANE WRAP OFF OF A VOTIVE CANDLE THAT SITS IN A METAL TIN????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/59979/100_4024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/804112/100_4024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU SLICE YOUR THUMB THROUGH THE MUSCLE.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/755592/100_4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/319535/100_4026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME: I AM A PROFESSIONAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116732636565100025?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116732636565100025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116732636565100025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116732636565100025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116732636565100025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/operator-error.html' title='OPERATOR ERROR........'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116654275766330894</id><published>2006-12-19T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:39:17.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* HALLELUJAH EVERYBODY SAY CHEESE... MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE FAMILY.....</title><content type='html'>I HAD A PERFECT SATURDAY NIGHT THIS WEEKEND. I MEAN ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS!!! GOOSE, ASH, MARTINI AND I MET UP FOR A GIRLS NIGHT THAT BEGAN AT MY APARTMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STARTED BY WATCHING "THE GRINCH" JUST TO GET INTO THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT. WE EVEN BROKE OUT SOME SILLY CHRISTMAS ACCESSORIES FOR OUR OUTFITS..... THAT WAS WORN THE ENTIRE NIGHT NO MATTER WHERE WE WENT. FROM THERE WE WENT TO OUR ALL TIME FAVORITE MEXICAN FOOD RESTAURANT. THERE WAS PLENTY OF QUESO AND DIET COKES TO GO AROUND. AFTER WE ATE OUR SELVES SILLY ..... LAUGHED UNTIL GOOSE SHOT COKE OUT HER NOSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE PROCEEDED TO GO TO A FABULOUS AREA AND LOOK AT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. IF YOU GO DRIVING AROUND TO LOOK AT LIGHTS YOU HAVE TO HAVE CHRISTMAS MUSIC .... NOW MIND YOU MARTINI AND I RODE IN THE BACK MAKING UP OUR OWN WORDS TO MOST OF IT. THE ONLY THING WE ALL AGREEDED ON WAS THAT TRADITIONAL CAROLS ARE NOT TO BE MADE FUN OF..... ONLY SECULAR CHRISTMAS MUSIC..... YOU WOULD BE AMAZED AT WHAT I CAN TURN LYRICS INTO.....(ACTUALLY YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED AT ALL....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT WE HEADED TO THE LOCAL STARBUCKS WHERE WE SAT OUTSIDE (BECAUSE IT WAS FREAKING 74 DEGREES!!!) AND HAD HOT CARMEL APPLE CIDERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOM, GOOSE, ASH AND MARTINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/760914/100_3816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/763225/100_3816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARTINI WITH HER MAV'S SANTA HAT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/28345/100_3817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/705549/100_3817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUST ME...... WITH MY SUZY Q. WHO LIGHTS ON MY HEAD FROM THE GRINCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/370314/100_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/950815/100_3821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND FINALLY AFTER SCARING OFF ANY OTHER CUSTOMERS THAT STARBUCKS MIGHT OF HAD WE HEADED BACK TO MY HOUSE TO JOIN MISS HARLEY. HARLEY OF COURSE STOLE THE SHOW AS NORMAL. AS I WROTE YESTERDAY, I WON HARLEY A PRESENT AT SIX FLAGS THE NIGHT BEFORE. IT IS A LARGE STUFFED PUG DOLL THAT WE NAMED DWIGHT (BECAUSE I LOVE DWIGHT FROM THE TV SHOW THE OFFICE). HARLEY LOVES DWIGHT!!! SHE DRAGS HIM AROUND BY HIS EAR........ TOO BAD HE IS THE SAME SIZE AS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/826585/harls%20with%20dwight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/200773/harls%20with%20dwight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS HARLEY'S "JUST THROW ME THE STINKIN' BALL MOMMY" LOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/280188/100_3811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/719476/100_3811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HARLEY AND HER NEW FRIEND DWIGHT............. HE REALLY IS BIGGER THAN HER...... BUT SHE DOESN'T SEEM TO MIND....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/359576/100_3808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/379068/100_3808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND FINALLY MY TIRED GIRL....... SHE GOT TO SEE HER FAVORITE AUNT'S AND MOMMY HAD A FABULOUS GIRLS NIGHT WITH THE PEOPLE I LOVE THE MOST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/778120/100_3812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/258484/100_3812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND I WILL END THIS POST WITH ONE OF OUR FAVORITE TEXAS COUNTRY CHRISTMAS SONGS OF THE NIGHT...... IF YOU DON'T KNOW THIS ONE - YOU SHOULD!!! IF YOU CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/i_am_discombobulated"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; IT WILL TAKE YOU TO MY MYSPACE PAGE WHERE THE SONG PLAYS.... JUST READ THE LYRICS AS YOU GO... IT REALLY IS FUNNY....MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas From The Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Earl Keen lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom got drunk and Dad got drunk at our Christmas party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were drinking champagne punch and homemade eggnog &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little sister brought her new boyfriend &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was a Mexican &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didn't know what to think of him until he sang &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felis Navidad, Felis Navidad &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brother Ken brought his kids with him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three from his first wife Lynn &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the two identical twins from his second wife Mary Nell &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course he brought his new wife Kay &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who talks all about AA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chain smoking while the stereo plays Noel, Noel The First Noel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carve the Turkey Turn the ball game on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix margaritas when the eggnog's gone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send somebody to the Quickpak Store &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need some ice and an extension chord &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A can of bean dip and some Diet Rites &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A box of tampons, Marlboro Lights &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haleluja everybody say Cheese &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas from the family &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fred and Rita drove from Harlingen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't remember how I'm kin to them &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when they tried to plug their motor home in &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They blew our Christmas lights &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin David knew just what went wrong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we all waited out on our front lawn &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He threw a breaker and the lights came on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we sang Silent Night, Oh Silent Night, Oh Holy Night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carve the turkey turn the ball game on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make Bloody Mary's Cause We All Want One! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send somebody to the Stop 'N Go &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need some celery and a can of fake snow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bag of lemons and some Diet Sprites &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A box of tampons, some Salem Lights &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haleluja, everybody say cheese &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas from the Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felis Navidad, Felis Navidad......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Robert Earl Keene " Merry Christmas From The Family"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116654275766330894?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116654275766330894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116654275766330894&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116654275766330894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116654275766330894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/hallelujah-everybody-say-cheese-merry.html' title='* HALLELUJAH EVERYBODY SAY CHEESE... MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE FAMILY.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116646371330973097</id><published>2006-12-18T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:41:53.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A MENTAL HEALTH DAY FOR ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WORK FOR A COMPANY THAT WAS KIND ENOUGH TO GIVE EACH OF US AN EXTRA DAY OFF DURING THE MONTH OF DECEMBER FOR A "SHOPPING DAY". INSTEAD OF SHOPPING I DECIDED I NEEDED A MENTAL DAY MUCH MORE!!! SO FRIDAY WAS MY DAY OFF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW WHAT DOES ONE DO WHEN THEY NEED A MENTAL HEALTH DAY?? WELL HERE WAS MY PLAN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPEND THURSDAY NIGHT OUT IN MANSFIELD WITH SOME FRIENDS WATCHING FOOTBALL AND HANGING OUT OVER BEERS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLEEPING IN THE NEXT DAY.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND GOING TO SIX FLAGS: HOLIDAY IN THE PARK WITH MARTINI!!! (I WISH GOOSE HAD BEEN THERE BUT SOMEONE HAD TO STAY AND WORK!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/850598/daffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/559729/daffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MARTINI AND I WITH DAFFY...... WE THINK HE MIGHT OF TRIED TO "COP" A FEEL.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/716357/k%20in%20ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/21183/k%20in%20ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MARTINI GETTING READY FOR THE BOBSLED RIDE.... WE SCREAMED SO BADLY DURING OUR 6 HOURS THERE! I DID FIND OUT I SCREAM THE SAME ON THE MINE TRAIN AS I DO ON A ROLLER COASTER... THAT WAS PRETTY FUNNY..... UNTIL THE NEXT DAY I PRETTY MUCH LOST MY VOICE. EVEN TODAY IT STILL IS ROUGH... WHICH IS FUNNY SINCE I HAVE TO TALK ALL DAY LONG AT WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/831227/elsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/524196/elsie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I GOT TO MEET ELSIE THE BORDEN MILK COW.... HER NOSE IS JUST AS COLD AND WET AS HARLEY'S I FOUND OUT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/636034/k%20in%20bronco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/995270/k%20in%20bronco.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND HERE IS MARTINI ON THE BUCKING BRONCO'S...... THESE WERE A HOOT!!! THE ONLY THING THAT REALLY DISTURBED US WAS THAT THEIR BUTT'S LIT UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/343513/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/827296/Batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST..... OUR FAVORITE!!!!!!!! (THIS IS SO WORTH BLOWING UP AND FRAMING ABOVE MY BED!!)   MEET BATMAN!!! ALL WE CAN SAY IS WOW....... BATMAN MAY HAVE TWO NEW STALKERS ON HIS HAND. I KID YOU NOT THAT I WOULD OF KICKED SMALL CHILDREN OUT OF MY WAY TO GET NEAR HIM... I NOW HAVE A SLIGHT OBESSION WITH BATMAN...... JUST LOOK AT HIM!!!!! TOO BAD YOU CAN'T SEE HIS LEGS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND I EVEN WON HARLEY A PRESENT!!! BUT THAT IS FOR MY NEXT POST.... YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE WHAT I BROUGHT HER HOME..... (IT IS HILARIOUS!!) BUT OVERALL WE HAD A FABULOUS TIME! THE MOST WE WAITED IN LINE WAS 15 MINUTES.... WE RODE EVERYTHING WE WANTED TO... SOME EVEN TWICE. THE WEATHER WAS FABULOUS..... I REALLY COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER TIME.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116646371330973097?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116646371330973097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116646371330973097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116646371330973097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116646371330973097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/mental-health-day-for-me.html' title='A MENTAL HEALTH DAY FOR ME!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116612839465539000</id><published>2006-12-14T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:33:14.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"IF I HAVE WRITTEN TOO FREELY IN MY OWN MIND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEASE FORGIVE ME"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BROOKLYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116612839465539000?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116612839465539000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116612839465539000&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116612839465539000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116612839465539000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday.html' title='THURSDAY'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116585803725689898</id><published>2006-12-11T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:33:03.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM CUPID THE REINDEER....</title><content type='html'>I JUST HAD TO STEAL THIS FROM &lt;a href="http://the-things-that-are-on-my-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;KYLE'S&lt;/a&gt; BLOG.... IT IS TOO CUTE... AND PRETTY RIGHT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/cupid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A total romantic, you're always crushing on a new reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: You've caused so much drama, all the reindeers aren't speaking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You have a knack for playing matchmaker. You even hooked Rudolph up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT AND TELL WHICH ONE YOU ARE.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116585803725689898?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116585803725689898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116585803725689898&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116585803725689898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116585803725689898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-cupid-reindeer.html' title='I AM CUPID THE REINDEER....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116585239838650535</id><published>2006-12-11T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:53:18.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PREVIOUS POST</title><content type='html'>FIRST AND FOREMOST: YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND - YES IT WAS A TEXT MESSAGE AND DO I WISH HE WOULD OF HANDLED IT DIFFERENTLY.... YES! I WISH HE COULD OF GIVEN THE RELATIONSHIP AND I THE RESPECT TO DO IT ANOTHER WAY BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN THAT WAY. I MUST BE HONEST AND SAY WE BOTH KNEW IT WAS COMING TO EITHER AN END OR A BIG CHANGE SO I WASN'T SURPRISED. I KNEW IN MY GUT (AND HAD ALREADY TOLD FRIENDS THE WEEK BEFORE) THAT IT WAS ENDING AND I WASN'T GONNA FIGHT TO STOP IT. BUT WHAT I CAN DO IS BE THE BIGGER PERSON AND STILL BE KIND AND NICE AND NOT BE PETTY ABOUT A TEXT MESSAGE. MAYBE SOMEDAY HE WILL SEE HOW UNDESERVING THAT WAS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TO RESPOND TO SOME COMMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEATHER - "WHAT THEY HEY?"... KINDA THE SAME WAY I FELT... YOU DON'T DO THAT SOMEONE YOU SAID YOU LOVED.... JUST NOT KOSHER TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETOX - DARLING - I HAVE SWORN OFF LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS....UNLESS YOU CARE TO GET TRANSFERRED TO THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CUBE - I HAVE NO IDEA HOW YOU FOUND YOURSELF INTO THIS DRAMA FILLED POST BUT THANK YOU...... AS FOR A POST IT.... THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME LAUGH LIKE A CRAZY LADY WHEN I READ THIS. AS FOR THE TEARS...... THEY NEVER CAME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDIE - INSTEAD OF A POST IT MAYBE NEXT TIME THE GUY CAN JUST HAVE MY MOM DO IT FOR HIM.... AT LEAST SHE GETS ME AND LOVES ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEVIE - YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND SO WISE MY DEAR SISTER.... I MISS OUR TALKS....BUT I DO LOVE YOUR WISDOM YOU ALWAYS SHARE WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINT - THAT IS THR PROBLEM CLINT - I DO KNOW WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR.... AND IF THEY POSSESS EVEN A TENTH OF IT THEN I TEND TO OVERLOOK ALL THE THINGS ARE MISSING. THIS REALLY WAS A GREAT GUY ... JUST NOT FOR ME.WE ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE IN THE END AND EVERYONE ELSE SAW IT LONG BEFORE I DID.... I JUST HATE THROWING IN THE TOWEL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURIE - HAHAH - I LOVE THE USE OF THE CAPS!!!AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEING BEHIND... I TEND TO COMMENT ON THINGS I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT ALL THE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE - YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT HARLEY..... SHE PRETTY MUCH SUMS UP UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONYMOUS WHO COMMENT ON &lt;a href="http://tresmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-self-proclamation.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; POST...... #1 - I WISH I KNEW WHO YOU WERE BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW ME BECAUSE YOU USED MY NAME....&lt;br /&gt;#2 - YOU MUST KNOW BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU SAID WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEART...... THANK YOU FOR TOUCHING ME EVEN WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW SEVERAL OF YOU HAVE MENTIONED A SELF IMPOSED HIATUS...... I DO UNDERSTAND WHERE THAT THOUGHT IT SCOMING FROM BUT NOT SURE I AGREE. I DON'T NEED TO GO FROM ONE EXTREME TO THE OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO LEARN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;TO PACE MYSELF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THAT WHEN I KNOW IN THE BEGINNING HE IS A "PROJECT" I NEED TO CUT IT LOOSE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT TO WORRY WHAT OTHERS THINK &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IF HE DOESN'T TREAT ME AS I SHOULD DON'T TRY TO SHOW HIM WHY I AM WORTH IT ..... RUN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IF I CAN'T BE IN THE TOP 3 OF PRIORITIES.... HE SHOULDN'T BE ONE OF MINE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY HEART IS A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM GOD TO TO BE SHARED AND SHATTERED.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO AS MUCH AS I UNDERSTAND THE HIATUS THEORY I WILL BE HONEST AND SAY IT ISN'T FOR ME RIGHT NOW I FEEL. I JUST NEED TO APPROACH IT DIFFERENTLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND SO HERE IS THE GOOD NEWS..... IN THE LAST WEEK I DID SHRIVEL UP AND CRY OVER THE LOSS OF THE TEXT MESSAGE RELATIONSHIP... INSTEAD I TREATED HIM WITH THE RESPECT HE DIDN'T GIVE ME WHEN WE HAVE HAD CONTACT. BECAUSE OF HAVING SPENT TIME IN THE WORD I REALIZE I NEED TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK. IT IS ONE OF MY SHORT COMINGS THAT I NEED TO BE PRACTICING. THEN THE STRANGEST THING HAPPENED.... A NICE GUY ASKED ME OUT.... A GUY WHO ACTUALLY WENT OUT OF HIS WAY.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO WHAT IF I AM ADDICTED TO LOVE.... SOMEDAY IT WILL ALL WORK OUT ... UNTIL THEN..... I HAVE YOU GUYS..... AND MY MARTINI GIRLS OF COURSE.....&lt;/p&gt;HAPPY MONDAY... I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116585239838650535?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116585239838650535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116585239838650535&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116585239838650535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116585239838650535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/previous-post.html' title='PREVIOUS POST'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116560569015202744</id><published>2006-12-08T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:21:30.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"CALL IT WHAT IT IS: OVER"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/319130/retro%20heart%20break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/970535/retro%20heart%20break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO HOW DID THINGS END???? HE SENT ME A TEXT MESSAGE.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAYBE I WOULD BE SADDER IF I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS SO FUNNY AND IRONIC.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MEN..... CAN'T LIVE WITH THEM .... (YUP, THAT IS ALL I GOT....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116560569015202744?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116560569015202744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116560569015202744&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116560569015202744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116560569015202744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-it-what-it-is-over.html' title='&quot;CALL IT WHAT IT IS: OVER&quot;'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116553011698068481</id><published>2006-12-07T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:21:56.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE FROM CHRISTMAS LANE</title><content type='html'>MOM SENT ME SOME PICTURES FROM CHRISTMAS LANE DISPLAYS IN THE PAST HERE ARE JUST THREE PICTURES THAT SHOW YOU HOW NEAT THE DISPLAYS ARE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/708819/P1010073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/881501/P1010073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/791065/P1010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/960748/P1010072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/486331/P1010079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/55336/P1010079.jpg" 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/19038324-116553011698068481?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116553011698068481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116553011698068481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116553011698068481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116553011698068481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-from-christmas-lane.html' title='MORE FROM CHRISTMAS LANE'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116551928150793574</id><published>2006-12-07T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:18:50.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS LANE IS WHERE YOU NEED TO BE</title><content type='html'>MY MOTHER WORKS FOR ABILENE STATE SCHOOL AND IT IS HER PASSION. I AM CONSTANTLY JEALOUS THAT SHE HAS THIS AMAZING JOB THAT SHE LOVES WITH HER HEART AND SOUL. THIS IS HER BUSY TIME OF YEAR WITH "CHRISTMAS LANE". THEY HAVE TONS OF OUTDOOR DISPLAYS YOU CAN DRIVE THROUGH. THEN YOU CAN STOP OFF AND TOUR A FACILITY FULL OF INDOOR MOVING DISPLAYS....WATCH A BIT OF A CHRISTMAS MOVIE, GET SOME HOT CHOCOLATE, HAVE YOUR PICTURE TAKEN WITH SANTA AND EVEN CALL SANTA'S ELF'S FROM AN OLD PHONE BOOTH TO MAKE YOU LAST MINUTE WISHES!!! I LOVE GETTING TO BE AN "ELF" AND SPEAKING TO THE KIDS BUT MY DAD GOT "BANNED" FROM THE PHONES BY MOM.... BUT THAT IS A STORY IN IT'S SELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/949309/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;a href="http://www.reporter-news.com/abil/et_events/article/0,1874,ABIL_11416_5195582,00.html"&gt;ARTICLE&lt;/a&gt; BELOW WAS IN TODAY'S PAPER AND I WANTED TO SHARE IT. IF YOU ARE INT HE AREA AND HAVE NEVER BEEN............&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IT IS AMAZING AND IT IS THEIR MAJOR FUND RAISER OF THE YEAR.... IT IS A CAUSE THAT TOUCHES MY HEART AND FAMILY DEEPLY. IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE AREA BUT FEEL TOUCHED AND BLESSED THE WAY WE ARE YOU CAN STILL HELP!!!!! CONTACT MY MOM, &lt;a href="mailto:barbara.reid@DADS.state.tx.us"&gt;BARBARA REID&lt;/a&gt; - DIRECTOR OF COMMUNITY RELATIONS AND VOLUNTEER SERVICES. ANYTHING IS APPRECIATED MORE THAN YOU WILL &lt;em&gt;EVER, EVER, EVER KNOW&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I included my personal pictures from past Christmas Lane's that my family volunteers at as a whole on Christmas Eve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/214410/walgreens-231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If it's Christmastime, it's time for Christmas Lane&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abilene State School's festival of lights.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Brian Bethel / &lt;a href="mailto:bethelb@reporternews.com"&gt;bethelb@reporternews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 15 years, the Abilene State School has sparkled at the holidays. When the 16th year officially kicks off tonight, those who take a leisurely drive through the annual Christmas Lane will find a vista of holiday wonder, both familiar and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festival of holiday lights and cheer, with most of the displays sponsored by area businesses, the experience is designed to warm the hearts of all who see it, said Barbara Reid, director of community relations at the state school. ''It's exciting to see people so full of joy each year,'' she said. Reid said the event grows and changes just a bit every year. ''What usually happens is displayers start out with one space, then want two, or three because they keep adding to their display,'' she said. ''Some of them plant trees to enhance their displays during Christmas time and to enhance the aesthetic view all year around.'' The event started with the state school's volunteer services council, which put up about six or seven displays the first year at the school, 2501 Maple St., Reid said. Now, 78 displays will adorn the 2006 Christmas Lane, which winds its way through part of the grounds of the school that helps people with mental retardation. The school has had to add a few additional electrical lines to go with the flow of new displays but now has capacity for many more if required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/603859/DCP_1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 400 volunteers - among them, super volunteer Shirley Glandon - to make the whole thing work and run smoothly, Reid said. ''Not including our displayers, we need those volunteers to help out with concessions, our Santa pictures and passing out candy canes,'' she said. Folks look forward all year to the annual event, she said. ''It's tradition,'' she said. ''We hear from people that it's not Christmas for their family until they've visited Christmas Lane.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/212388/christmas%20lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Perkins, her husband David and coworkers at Texas Family Institute regularly put up a display called Jessica's Bathhouse in honor of the Perkins' daughter Jessica, 19, who lives at the state school. The Perkins' son, Michael, 16, often helps put up the display. Texas Family Institute is a nonprofit counseling agency. New Horizons, another local nonprofit that does foster care and a variety of other programs, donated some money to TFI's display to add new decorations. Jessica, who is autistic, moved into the state school two years ago and enjoys the environment, her mother said. ''We wanted to give her something special, so that when she drove by, she would know it was hers,'' Suzanne Perkins said. Thus, Jessica's Bathhouse was born, featuring a tub-lounging Santa Claus, a glowing fireplace and a little Western-style house built out of cedar fence posts. Texas Family Institute's executive director, Rusty McLen, did a great deal of the work. The house was built over a couple of weekends and is torn down and put up each year. This year, the group may change the decorations a bit. But it's all done to honor Jessica and the state school, Perkins said. ''I think there are so many misconceptions about what the state school is and what it means to those who have family there,'' she said. ''They always go above and beyond, and it's wonderful to know that Jessica is so well taken care of by people who really care about the people who live there.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/928920/walgreens-017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Lane (holiday light display) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When&lt;/strong&gt;: 6-10 p.m. today through Dec. 24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grand opening ceremony 6 p.m. today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&lt;/strong&gt;: Abilene State School, 2501 Maple St. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;No charge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to view the displays, although &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;donations are accepted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: Photographs of children with Santa can be taken for a small fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Jolly Old Elf is available until 9 p.m. on school nights, and 10 p.m. on weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/161224/Picture%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/30040/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WE GIVE SO OTHERS MAY RECEIVE........ &lt;p align="center"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116551928150793574?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116551928150793574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116551928150793574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116551928150793574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116551928150793574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-lane-is-where-you-need-to-be.html' title='CHRISTMAS LANE IS WHERE YOU NEED TO BE'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116550571089086348</id><published>2006-12-07T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:35:11.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HARLEY'S SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/795566/throw%20the%20ball!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/114664/throw%20the%20ball%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLEY IS STILL AT AUNT GOOSE'S. LAST NIGHT WAS HER SECOND NIGHT THERE AND SHE WILL BE THERE AGAIN TONIGHT (THANKS TO THE APARTMENT BEING FLOODED). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/462848/HARLEY%20KISSES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SINCE I AM MISSING HER I THOUGHT I WOULD POST HER FAVORITE SONG THAT I SING TO HER.... I MADE IT UP WHEN WE WERE COMING BACK FROM ABILENE STUCK IN TRAFFIC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/749898/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARLEY'S SONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNG TO THE TUNE OF "I'M A LITTLE TEA POT"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A LITTLE WEINER DOG&lt;br /&gt;SHORT AND LONG&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS MY TAIL&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS MY SNOUT&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I GET ALL RILED UP&lt;br /&gt;HEAR ME BARK&lt;br /&gt;ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY GIRL WHO GREETS ME WHEN I COME HOME AND IS ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE ME NO MATTER WHAT MY MOOD IS...... IS GENEROUS WITH HER KISSES AND IS THE BEST WARMTH IN BED TO SNUGGLE WITH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/997597/walgreens-664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116550571089086348?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116550571089086348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116550571089086348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116550571089086348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116550571089086348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/harleys-song.html' title='HARLEY&apos;S SONG'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116541996889713725</id><published>2006-12-06T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:00:22.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>REPLIES FROM YESTERDAY'S PROCLAMATION</title><content type='html'>AS FOR YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDIE - THANK YOU FOR THE ADVICE. MAYBE I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY RAMBLINGS THAT I AM DOING THAT. I WILL TALK RELGION AND BELIEFS UNTIL I AM BLUE IN THE FACE BUT UNLIKE MOST OF THE BLOGGERS THAT I READ WHO ARE VERY VERY VERY OPEN ABOUT THEIR WALK OR RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD I AM NOT. BECAUSE I HAVE SPENT THE LAST 3 MONTHS TRYING TO REBUILD MY PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRIST I AM PRIVATE ABOUT IT. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ADVICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINT - THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR THE BIBLE VERSES YOU SHARED WITH ME. I LOVE THAT HIS WORD IS ALWAYS APPLICABLE TO ALL SITUATIONS IN LIFE SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO BE REMINDED. I AM SO BLESSED THAT YOU EVEN READ MY BLOG AND SHARE WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONG - YOU MAKE ME LAUGH!!! AND TO ME THAT IF ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER! I LOVE THAT I CAN WRITE SOMETHING SO SERIOUS BUT BY THE TIME I GET DONE READING YOUR RESPONSE I AM ROLLING. YOU ARE THE TYPE OF PERSON THAT I WISH THE WORLD HAD MORE OF.... THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND HONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT BEING SAID - I JUST NEED TO RAMBLE SOMETIMES. THIS IS MY BLOG AND THERE ARE TIMES I FIND MYSELF NOT WRITTING OR EDITING MY OWN THOUGHTS BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE JUDGED OR SEEM LIKE A BABY.... OR WORRY WHO NOW READS THIS BLOG.... SO FROM HERE ON OUT I AM RE CLAIMING MY BLOG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY BLOG... IF I WHINE AND YOU DON'T LIKE IT.... DON'T READ IT...&lt;br /&gt;IF I CONFUSE YOU .... GET USED TO IT....&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN'T KEEP UP...... IT IS OKAY I DO SLOW DOWN SOMETIMES (NORMALLY WHEN I AM ASLEEP)&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE COMMENTS OR ADVICE - TELL ME!!! SOMETIMES YOU NEVER KNOW THINGS UNTIL THEY SMACK YOU IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE YOU GO......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116541996889713725?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116541996889713725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116541996889713725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116541996889713725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116541996889713725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/replies-from-yesterdays-proclamation.html' title='REPLIES FROM YESTERDAY&apos;S PROCLAMATION'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116535237693312853</id><published>2006-12-05T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:28:59.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SELF PROCLAMATION:</title><content type='html'>HI, MY NAME IS BROOKLYN AND I AM AN ADDICT. YES - THERE - I SAID IT... I AM AN ADDICT. I AM IN LOVE WITH AN IDEA, WITH A FEELING, WITH AN EMOTION AND A LONG TIME DREAM. I AM ADDICTED TO THE IDEA OF BEING IN LOVE AND HAVING SOMEONE IN LOVE WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I FALL..... I FALL HARD AND WORST YET I FALL FAST. I DON'T WANT TO TAKE IT SLOW AND EASY. I WANT IT AND I WANT IT ALL RIGHT THEN. I SET MYSELF UP FOR FAILURE. BECAUSE I WANT IT SO BADLY AND I LOVE WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE I JUST ASSUME THE OTHER PERSON WILL TO. I SET THEM AND MYSELF UP FOR THE ULTIMATE FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT I WANT BUT BECAUSE I AM SICK OF WAITING AND BECAUSE I KEEP SEEING WHERE I AM NOT I WANT TO PUSH TO GET THERE. BUT THE HARDER I PUSH THE FURTHER AWAY I PUSH THE ULTIMATE RESULT. JUST BECAUSE I WANT IT DOESN'T MEAN IT WILL COME &lt;em&gt;WHEN &lt;/em&gt;I WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LOVE SOMEONE WITH MY WHOLE ENTIRE FREAKING HEART!!! I WANT TO FALL SO HARD THAT I CAN NOT WAIT TO CLIMB THE BIGGEST TREE AND SCREAM IT. I WANT TO BE HUGGED SO TIGHTLY IT HURTS. I WANT TO FILL SOMEONE UP EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY BUT TO HAVE SOMEONE THAT&lt;em&gt; WANTS&lt;/em&gt; TO DO THE SAME FOR ME. I DESIRE A RELATIONSHIP NOT A GIVE, GIVE AND TAKE. I WANT SOMEONE THAT I CAN OPEN UP WITH EVERYTHING AND COMMUNICATE. THAT I CAN TELL WHY I AM UPSET AND WHEN. THAT WHEN HE HEARS ME NOT OKAY HE WANTS TO BE THERE AND TO MAKE IT RIGHT TOGETHER. I DESIRE COMMUNICATION NOT IGNORING THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LOVE. I WANT IT I THINK MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE .... IF YOU OFFERED ME A MILLION DOLLARS OR TRUE LOVE I WOULD NOT EVEN CONSIDER THE MONEY......(WELL MAYBE I MIGHT... THAT DOES BUY A LOT OF SHOES!!!) BUT NO REALLY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT A NIGHT LAST WEEK DOING SOME THINKING...WELL ACTUALLY I HAVE BEEN THINKING FOR SOMETIME. I SAT DOWN AND WROTE A LETTER TO MYSELF. OF THINGS I WANT AND DESERVE. I REALIZED THIS: &lt;em&gt;YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT TO..... IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT WORK YOU DO...IF YOU WANT TO SEE THEM YOU DO... IF YOU WANT TO BE IN LOVE SOMEDAY YOU WILL..... BUT IF YOU DON'T REALLY WANT THINGS IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;/em&gt; BOTTOM LINE: WE ARE HUMANS BLESSED WITH THE GIFT OF CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHOSE LOVE. I CHOSE THAT I WANT A LIFE WITH SOMEONE TO SHARE AND LAUGH AND BE WITH. SOME PEOPLE CHOSE OTHER THINGS IN LIFE BUT I CHOSE LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVING UP DOESN'T MEAN I AM WEAK IT JUST MIGHT MEAN I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO LET GO. AND UNTIL LOVE COMES TO FIND ME ...WHEREVER IT IS.... I WILL BE RIGHT HERE WAITING. BECAUSE I DO BELIEVE.... I JUST BELIEVE THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO SIT AND BE STILL FOR IT TO FIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY SOMEONE I HAVE NEVER MET.,... OR MAYBE SOMEONE I KNOW RIGHT NOW IS GOING TO LOOK AT ME AND REALIZE I AM WHAT HE WANTS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WHAT HE WANTS NEXT TO HIM.... (NOT BEHIND HIM OR INFRONT OF HIM) BUT BY HIS SIDE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BRING THAT SMILE TO HIS FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VOICE IS THE ONE HE CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WORTH SACRIFICES.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WORTH BEING LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM LINE...... WE ALL ARE BLESSED AND DESERVED TO BE LOVED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SO HOW IS THAT FOR A RAMBLING POST?????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116535237693312853?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116535237693312853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116535237693312853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116535237693312853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116535237693312853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-self-proclamation.html' title='MY SELF PROCLAMATION:'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116533757602065428</id><published>2006-12-05T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:52:56.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EVEN A WIENER DOG CAN DO MY JOB......</title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING!!! WELCOME TO MY CRAZY DAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT ALL BEGAN WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND WALKED OUT OF MY BEDROOM TO TAKE HARLEY OUTSIDE TO POTTY AND FOUND MYSELF STANDING IN WATER IN MY HALLWAY. APPARENTLY, DURING THE NIGHT A HOT WATER HEATER ABOVE MY APARTMENT BUSTED AND THEN SOAKED THROUGH MY CEILING AND TO MY CARPETS...... TALK ABOUT A WET SURPRISE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOT ONLY DID I ARRIVE TO WORK AN HOUR LATE BUT ............. I HAD TO BRING HARLEY!!! YES, YOU DID READ THAT SENTENCE CORRECT. MY DOG IS HERE WITH ME TODAY .... DID I MENTION WE HAVE A SALES MEETING HERE FOR 50 PEOPLE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THE MAINTAINCE MEN AND THE CARPET GUYS WERE COMING TO RIP EVERYTHING UP THERE WAS NO PLACE TO PUT THE DOG.... SO NOW I HAVE A WIENER DOG ON MY LAP UNTIL LUNCH TIME WHEN I CAN TAKE HER TO AUNT GOOSE'S TO STAY FOR A DAY OR TWO UNTIL THINGS RETURN TO SOMEWHAT NORMAL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/736404/100_3794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE IS LOVING BEING HERE AND GETTING ALL THE ATTENTION!!! AUNT GOOSE CAME UP HERE TO CHECK ON HER AND GAVE HER A TON OF KISSES......... CAN YOU TELL HOW SPOILED SHE IS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/143538/100_3791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST SHE HAS HER CHRISTMAS COLLAR ON AND IS FESTIVE APPEARING IS THE WAY I LOOK AT IT..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/776309/100_3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO IT JUST GOES TO SHOW - EVEN HARLEY CAN DO MY JOB.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/103931/100_3797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I DO ADMIT IT IS KINDA NICE HAVING HER CURLED UP IN MY LAP THIS MORNING SLEEPING.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116533757602065428?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116533757602065428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116533757602065428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116533757602065428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116533757602065428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/even-wiener-dog-can-do-my-job.html' title='EVEN A WIENER DOG CAN DO MY JOB......'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116525436263269435</id><published>2006-12-04T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:46:02.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRES MARTINI'S GO TO THE MAV'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT I HAD THE BEST NIGHT EVER. KRISTIN TOOK GOOSE AND I TO THE MAV'S GAME! KRISTIN IS A SEASON TICKET HOLDER AND (OBSESSED W/ DIRK) FAN. SHE TREATED GOOSES AND I TO A GREAT DINNER AT THE OLD NO.7 AT THE ARENA WITH DRINKS, TOOK US SHOPPING AT THE FAN STORE AND THE GAME. WE HAD A HUGE TIME.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU REALIZE WHAT GREAT BEST FRIENDS YOU HAVE WHEN YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING OR NOTHING AT ALL AND STILL HAVE THE BEST TIME IN THE WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH MY SIDES HURTING FROM LAUGHING.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HERE ARE JUST THE THINGS I CAN STILL REMEMBER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DID I MENTION WE SANG CHRISTMAS CAROLS AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I GOT STUCK IN THE BACKSEAT FLOOR BOARD OF THE MINI COOPER??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T.O. WAS AT THE GAME BUT WE VOTED AND WOULD HAVE MUCH RATHERED STARED AT ROMO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KRIS WORE A MAV'S GREEN AND BLUE SANTA HAT ON HER HEAD AND LOOKED LIKE A MAV'S ELF!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONICA GAVE DIRECTIONS TO SOME PEOPLE LEAVING THE GAME AND WE ARE NOW PRETTY SURE THEY ARE IN DEL RIO THANKS TO HER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE MAY BE THE CHIPMUNKS NEXT YEAR FOR HALLOWEEN....."ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS A HULA-HOOP"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST WE THINK WE BUMPED INTO A LOST MEMBER OF THE BLUE MAN GROUP OR A CRAZED MAVERICK'S FAN.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/120135/100_3779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/523507/100_3779.jpg" 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/19038324-116525436263269435?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116525436263269435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116525436263269435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116525436263269435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116525436263269435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/tres-martinis-go-to-mavs.html' title='TRES MARTINI&apos;S GO TO THE MAV&apos;S'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116501359110455786</id><published>2006-12-01T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:53:11.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE!!</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS HAS ARRIVED HERE AT ACME BRICK FINALLY!!! THE OLDER I GET THE MORE AND MORE I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR..... NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS I REALIZE I AM ONE BLESSED YOUNG LADY.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/14312/100_3777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/263542/100_3777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LISA AND I TODAY IN FRONT OF THE TREE.....&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/19038324-116501359110455786?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116501359110455786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116501359110455786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116501359110455786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116501359110455786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116481927849093364</id><published>2006-11-29T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:54:38.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OLD MAN AND THE TURKEY TROT.....</title><content type='html'>DAD NORMALLY RUNS IN THE FORT WORTH TURKEY TROT EVERY THANKSGIVING MORNING BUT THIS YEAR THERE WAS A CHANGE OF PLANS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STAYED IN ABILENE SO INSTEAD OF RUNNING WITH 1,500 HE RAN 150....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/939024/2006_0111ThanksgivingO60043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM THE PROUD DAUGHTER OF THE "TURKEY" ON THE LEFT.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND HE ALSO RAN HIS BEST TIME EVER...... GO DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116481927849093364?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116481927849093364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116481927849093364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116481927849093364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116481927849093364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-man-and-turkey-trot.html' title='THE OLD MAN AND THE TURKEY TROT.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116467979300573325</id><published>2006-11-27T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:12:50.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post: Lucas The Sexy Stuffed Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, this is &lt;a href="http://lucasaroundtheworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Lucas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of you already know me, and some of you have had the chance to gaze at my (all modesty aside) adorable face in person. Since I've been here in Texas with Discom, I've met some really great friends. BUT, as my flight landed here from Anaheim on August 15th, 2006, I think I have overstayed my welcome. I thought I was going to Beverly's house, but then my mom thought I was going to Candy's! I don't know where I'm going, and I think Discom has begun to neglect me. I sneezed just the other day and thought the dust I emitted was a rapidly setting fog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, I can't say anything BAD about being here with Discom and Harley. They've both been the greatest hostesses to me while I've been here, aside from the neglecting me thing. Anyway, will someone please tell them that I want to move on to Abilene? I have about a trillion people to see there (by a trillion I mean 4...). Then I'm going to Hawaii, New Hampshire, Kansas, Chicago and back to Canada before setting out again for a possible trip overseas. See, I'm on a time budget for these things and hoped to have done most of them by now. Everyone needs to get on Discom's case NOW. I mean, how far away can the post office be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucas the Sexy&lt;/span&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/19038324-116467979300573325?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116467979300573325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116467979300573325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116467979300573325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116467979300573325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-post-lucas-sexy-stuffed-lamb.html' title='Guest Post: Lucas The Sexy Stuffed Lamb'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116465093499162131</id><published>2006-11-27T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:08:55.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN LINES.....</title><content type='html'>TALKING THEORY HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECEIVED AN E-MAIL FROM A GUY FRIEND TODAY AND IT FIT PERFECTLY. BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT SOMEONE ELSE THINKS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUOTE IS THIS: " IF SOMEONE SAYS THEY DON'T DESERVE YOU - THEY PROBABLY DON'T"...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS IT IS TRUE....... YOU TELL ME FOR A CHANGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116465093499162131?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116465093499162131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116465093499162131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116465093499162131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116465093499162131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/open-lines.html' title='OPEN LINES.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116403829178644631</id><published>2006-11-20T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:02:08.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTENTMENT VS. CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/WAVES%20OF%20CHANGE.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        &lt;u&gt;CHANGE VS CONTENTMENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/WAVES%20OF%20CHANGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/CHANGES.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECENTLY I DECIDED I NEEDED TO MAKE SOME CHANGES IN MY LIFE BECAUSE I WASN'T PLEASED WITH THE DIRECTION I WAS HEADING. AT THE TIME I REALLY THOUGHT THIS JUST MEANT MY PROFESSIONAL LIFE BUT I AM NOW REALIZING IT IS MY PERSONAL LIFE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE I DECIDE TO DO THINGS I HAVE A TENDENCY TO REACT QUICKLY BUT THIS TIME I HAVE DECIDED, THANKS TO &lt;a href="http://talk-to-me-goose.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-my-will-but-yours.html"&gt;GOOSE'S&lt;/a&gt; INFLUENCE, THAT I AM GOING TO BE PATIENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIST TO MYSELF LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BETTER PAYING JOB&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE CHALLENGED AND VALUED BY EMPLOYER&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A REASON TO BE EXCITED TO GET UP IN THE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MY PERSONAL LIFE NEEDS TO CHANGE TOO. I WANT TO BE A PERSON WHO CAN COMPROMISE WITHOUT LOSING MYSELF ALONG THE WAY. I TRY SO HARD SOMETIMES TO MAKE THINGS WORK THAT I SACRIFICE WHO I REALLY AM. I BELIEVE THAT COMPROMISE IS NECESSARY IN LIFE BUT YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE BE SOMETHING THEY AREN'T. THE PROBLEM HAPPENS WHEN I TRY TO MEET IN THE MIDDLE AND THEY DON'T.... I END UP ON THE COMPLETE OTHER SIDE AND LOSE NEEDS ALONG THE WAY. THEN I WAKE UP BITTER. THAT ISN'T FAIR TO THEM OR TO ME. I REALIZED ALL OF A SUDDEN THAT ONE OF THE REASONS I AM UN HAPPY IS THAT MY SELF ESTEEM IS AT ALL TIME LOW. I VALUE WHAT OTHERS THINK TOO MUCH AND LET IT AFFECT ME. INSTEAD OF BEING GRATEFUL FOR THE SWEET TEXT MESSAGES I WAS GROWING ANGRY THAT THEY WERE WORDS I NEVER VERBALLY HEARD OR EXPRESSED TO ME. THEY STARTED FEELING LIKE AFTER THOUGHTS. WHERE IS THE LINE THAT I CROSSED THAT I WENT FROM COMPROMISING TO GIVING UP MY NEEDS FOR YOURS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I WENT TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY AND HEARD THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. Philippians 4: 11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HE PREACHED ABOUT FINDING CONTENTMENT IN YOURSELF AND NOT IN THE THINGS AND CIRCUMSTANCES AROUND YOU. CONTENTMENT IS A CHOICE NOT A DESTINATION. I CAN CHOSE TO BE CONTENT WITH THE MANY BLESSINGS I DO HAVE. I CAN BE CONTENT WITH THE FACT GOD IS ALLOWING ME TO MAKE THE CHANGES I NEED IN ORDER TO BETTER MYSELF AND MY LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE I START TRYING TO CHANGE THE THINGS AROUND ME I NEED TO CHANGE MY OWN HEART. AND THAT CHANGE NEEDS TO START WITH ME GETTING BACK INTO CHURCH AND FINDING A CHURCH HOME. I FIND SUCH PEACE AND COMFORT IN HEARING GOD'S WORD SO WHY DO I NOT SEARCH OUT FOR IT MORE??? BECAUSE I AM LAZY!!! IF I TRULY WANT HAPPINESS I NEED TO START SEARCHING IT OUT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO GET BACK TO THE BASICS. NO MORE FRETTING ABOUT MY JOB, INTERVIEWS, RELATIONSHIP, LOW SELF ESTEEM BUT INSTEAD CONTENT IN THE FACT THAT I AM BLESSED AND ON THE RIGHT TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN HAVE CHANGE AND BE CONTENT AT THE SAME TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116403829178644631?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116403829178644631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116403829178644631&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116403829178644631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116403829178644631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/contentment-vs-change.html' title='CONTENTMENT VS. CHANGE'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116377984042483366</id><published>2006-11-17T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:10:57.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>TALK ABOUT A PUNCH IN THE GUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD JUST GOT DONE POSTING HARLEY'S LATEST ENTRY THIS MORNING AND I CONTINUED MY NORMAL ROUTINE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I READ THE ABILENE REPORTER NEWS ON LINE AND THEN WENT THROUGH THE LIST OF BLOGS I CHECK IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I GOT TO IT...... TRUE WIFE CONFESSIONS...... I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LAST WEEK AND THE MOMENT OF WEAKNESS I HAD WHEN I SENT MINE IN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS WAS STARING BACK AT ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-wife-confessions-119-trees.html"&gt;http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-wife-confessions-119-trees.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1188 .... YUP - THAT IS MINE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT I AM GLAD I DID IT..... IT MADE ME FEEL FREE THE DAY I SENT IT IN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116377984042483366?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116377984042483366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116377984042483366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116377984042483366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116377984042483366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116377848405434487</id><published>2006-11-17T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:48:04.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PART TWO FROM HARLEY.....</title><content type='html'>WELL GUYS MY MOM IS STILL NEGLECTING HER BLOGGING DUTIES SO I AM BACK TO ENTERTAIN YOU. SOME OF YOU HAD SOME COMMENTS ON MY LAST BLOG SO I THOUGHT I WOULD START BY ADDRESSING THOSE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMO - OF COURSE I TYPE IN ALL CAPS JUST LIKE MY MOMMY! WHO DO YOU THINK TRAINED ME??? LIKE AUNT MONI ALWAYS SAYS - "PUPPY SEE, PUPPY DO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE - I WOULD LOVE TO COME SEE YOU.... CAN I EAT YOUR PANTIES TOO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK WAS BUSY FOR ME BECAUSE UNCLE BO AND 3 OF HIS FRIENDS CAME INTO TOWN FOR A MAV'S GAME AND STAYED WITH MOMMY AND ME. I HAD FUN THOUGH - I GOT TO SLEEP AROUND AND PLAY TONS OF BALL! BUT I HAD TO SAVE SOME ENERGY BECAUSE....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAD TRIP TONIGHT!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM HEADED TO THE BIG CITY OF ABILENE WHEN MY MOMMY GETS OFF OF WORK. SHE IS TAKING MY NEW FRIEND RAY HOME TO MEET THE FAMILY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I TOLD HIM NOT TO WORRY BECAUSE THEY HAVE A GREAT BACK YARD AND TONS OF SQUIRRELS TO CHASE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THEN AT NIGHT I SIT IN MY GRANDPA ACE'S LAP AND WE EAT PEANUTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHEN I GET DONE THERE I GO SIT WITH MY GRANDMA YA'YA AND SHE PETS ME TO SLEEP. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/walgreens-252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE ONLY THING IS MY COUSIN BULLET....... SHE DOESN'T ALWAYS TOLERATE ME SO WELL BUT MOM SAYS THAT IS JUST BECAUSE SHE IS OLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT MY TRIP TO SEE MY GRANPARENTS...... THERE IS MUCH THERE FOR ME TO SNIFF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HARLEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/19038324-116377848405434487?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116377848405434487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116377848405434487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116377848405434487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116377848405434487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-two-from-harley.html' title='PART TWO FROM HARLEY.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116352057622373873</id><published>2006-11-14T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:09:37.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE GUEST AUTHOR IS..........</title><content type='html'>MY MOMMY IS VERY BUSY TODAY SO SHE SAID I COULD BE THE GUEST POSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT LONG AND HARD ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL THE NAPS I TAKE IN A DAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE REALLY NICE PAIR OF MOMMY'S PANTIES I ATE THE OTHER DAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY NICE TRIMMED TOENAILS (AFTER I LEFT A GASH IN MOMMY'S LEG THEY GOT TRIMMED)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY NEW PLUSHY TOY NAMED WILLIE (HE IS A BLUE WALE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE NEW FRIEND NAMED RAY - HE PLAYS BALL WITH ME AND SLIPS ME FRENCH FRIES WHEN MY MOMMY ISN'T LOOKING. HE EVEN BRINGS ME BONES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE NEW KITTY CATS THAT SIT OUT MY BACK DOOR AND STARE AT ME &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I GOT MY MOMMY UP AT 2:30 AM THE OTHER NIGHT BECAUSE I WAS SICK - SHE SAT UP WITH ME FOR TWO HOURS AND EVEN GAVE ME ROLAIDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE DECIDED TO QUIT CHEWING UP MOMMY'S HIGH HEELS.... FOR NOW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT I FINALLY DECIDED I WOULD TELL YOU ABOUT MY REALLY GREAT WEEKEND! MY MOMMY AND RAY TOOK ME WITH THEM TO PLAY POKER OVER AT RUBY AND MONTY'S PARENTS HOUSE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM SAYS THAT I AM SMALLER THAN THEM BECAUSE I AM A MINIATURE DASCHUND AND RUBY AND MONTY ARE BEAGLES. BUT SHE SAID THAT IS OKAY BECAUSE DYNAMITE COMES IN SMALL PACKAGES. MONTY AND RUBY HAD A REALLY BIG BACK YARD THAT I GOT PLAY IN. THERE WERE EVEN BIG FURRY DOGS NEXT DOOR TO BARK AT!! I RAN UP AND DOWN THE BARKING AT THEM....... THEY THOUGHT I WAS TOUGH!! BUT THEN MONTY AND RUBY KEPT TRYING TO SMELL MY BOTTOM.... EVEN WHEN I WAS POOPING!!!! (HOW RUDE!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER THAT IT WAS POKER TIME. I DECIDED THAT I SHOULD HELP MY MOM OUT BECAUSE SHE KEPT TRYING TO WIN HANDS WITH 3 PAIRS. SO I SAT AT HER TABLE AND TRIED TO TEACH HER HOW TO BLUFF..... I TOLD HER WHEN YOU GROWL AT THE OTHER PLAYERS AND SHOW THEM YOUR LONG TONGUE THEY WOULD BE INTIMIDATED....... THIS IS MY POKER FACE....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I THINK MY MOMMY FINALLY GOT IT SO I DECIDED TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN AND GUARD THE CHIPS.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER POKER I WAS PRETTY TUCKERED OUT SO AUNT MONI LET ME HITCH A RIDE WITH HER OUTSIDE. IT WAS CHILLY SO SHE JUST LET ME HANG OUT INSIDE HER JACKET WHERE I WAS NICE AND SNUGGLY. MAYBE AUNT MONICA ISN'T REALLY MY AUNT AFTERALL BUT INSTEAD A KANGAROO!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WELL I FINALLY GAVE INTO RUBY........ I ALWAYS SEE RAY KISSING MY MOMMY'S EAR SO I DECIDED THAT I WOULD LET RUBY KISS MY EAR...... I MUST SAY: I WAS &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;CRAZY ABOUT IT!!! I DON'T KNOW WHY MOMMY SMILES SO MUCH ABOUT IT....PLUS RUBY HAD THIS DIAPER THING ON THAT WAS JUST WEIRD..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT FINALLY I JUST COULD TAKE IT ANYMORE. I HAD PLAYED IN THE BACK YARD.... HAD MY BOTTOM SNIFFED... TONS OF CUDDLES SO IT WAS NIGHT NIGHT TIME.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAN I HAD A FUN WEEKEND....... I THINK I NEED ANOTHER NAP NOW......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HARLEY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116352057622373873?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116352057622373873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116352057622373873&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116352057622373873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116352057622373873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-guest-author-is.html' title='AND THE GUEST AUTHOR IS..........'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116300817165065574</id><published>2006-11-08T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:24:49.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW GOOD ARE YOU????</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LET'S JUST SEE WHO REALLY KNOWS..... AND YES MOM YOU HAVE TO TAKE &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/friendtest/491526"&gt;&lt;br'&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ONCE YOU TAKE IT POST YOUR SCORE WITH YOUR NAME IN THE COMMENT AREA OF THIS BLOG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116300817165065574?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116300817165065574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116300817165065574&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116300817165065574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116300817165065574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-good-are-you.html' title='HOW GOOD ARE YOU????'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116293787753456118</id><published>2006-11-07T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:17:57.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER THE 8th</title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS JUST FOR ME..... IF YOU HAVE A RUDE COMMENT THIS IS NOT THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A SONG OUT RIGHT NOW THAT MADE ME PULL OVER TODAY AND CRY.... THE KIND OF CRY WHERE YOU CAN'T CATCH YOUR BREATH YOU CRY SO HARD. THE KIND WHERE YOU AREN'T SURE YOU ARE EVER GOING TO STOP........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=27612962"&gt;"Tim McGraw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Written by Taylor Swift/ Liz Rose&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the way my blue eyes shine&lt;br /&gt;Put those Georgia stars to shame that nightI said ,&lt;br /&gt;Thats a lie&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy in a Chevy truck that had a tendency of getting stuck&lt;br /&gt;On back roads at night and I was right there beside him&lt;br /&gt;All summer long and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw ,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;The one we danced to all night long&lt;br /&gt;The moon like a spotlight on the lake&lt;br /&gt;When you think happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;br /&gt;Think my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans,&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September saw a month of tears and thanking God&lt;br /&gt;That you weren't here, to see me like that&lt;br /&gt;But in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read&lt;br /&gt;From three summers back&lt;br /&gt;Its hard not to find it all a little bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;And looking back on all of that&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to believe..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw ,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;The one we danced to all night long&lt;br /&gt;The moon like a spotlight on the lake&lt;br /&gt;When you think happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;br /&gt;Think my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans,&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im back for the very first time since then&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on your street,&lt;br /&gt;Theres a letter left on your door step&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing you'll read is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw ,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Someday youll turn your radio on I hope it takes you back to that place&lt;br /&gt;When you think happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;br /&gt;Think my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans,&lt;br /&gt;When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Think of me.&lt;br /&gt;He said the way my blue eyes shine&lt;br /&gt;Put those Georgia stars to shame that nightI said, Thats a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID DANCE WITH YOU TIM MCGRAW OUT IN OUR BACKYARD. IT WAS THE FALL WE GOT THE HOUSE AND WE HAD THE WINDOWS OPEN PLAYING HIS CD AND DRINKING BEER AT MIDNIGHT..... THAT SONG CAME ON AND I MADE YOU DANCE IN THE GRASS WITH ME TO IT..... YOU THOUGHT I HAD LOST MY MIND!!! AND MAYBE I HAD JUST A BIT. YOU LAUGHED AND JOINED ME ANYWAYS TI DANCE BAREFOOT IN THE GRASS WITH ME. YOU SAID IN THE MOONLIGHT IS THE PRETTIEST YOU HAD NEVER SEEN ME LOOK ....... (SOMETIMES YOU KNEW JUST THE RIGHT WORDS.... THE WORDS THAT HAUNT ME 4 YEARS LATER......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID WEAR THAT LITTLE BLACK DRESS..... MY SECOND WEEKEND THERE. IT WAS THE ONE YOU HAD SEEN IN PICTURES FROM MY FAMILY REUNION AND WHEN WE WENT OUT FOR THE BIRTHDAY DINNER YOU ASKED FOR ME TO WEAR IT. WHEN I CAME DOWN THE STAIRS ALL DRESSED YOU WHISTLED AND WENT ON AND ON ..... I BLUSHED AND TOLD YOU TO STOP BUT ....... INSIDE I WAS SO PROUD..... I JUST CARED THAT I WAS BEAUTIFUL TO YOU......YOU SHOWED ME OFF THAT NIGHT TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS AND CO-WORKERS AND I FELT LIKE A PRINCESS.... IN MY LITTLE BLACK DRESS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE OLD FADED JEANS OF MINE THAT YOU ALWAYS HATED??? WELL..... HARLEY FINALLY GOT A HOLD OF THEM..... SO THEY ARE NO MORE. OF COURSE I COULDN'T THROWN THEM AWAY BUT I DID AT LEAST PUT THEM UP IN MY CLOSET. YOU WOULD BE GLAD THAT I DON'T WEAR THEM ANYMORE. BUT I COULDN'T BEAR TO THROW THOSE FADED THINGS AWAY.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS .... WHEN YOU HEAR TIM MCGRAW DO YOU THINK OF THAT NIGHT TOO? DID YOU REALLY LOVE THAT LITTLE BLACK DRESS THAT MUCH THAT NIGHT? DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE FADED JEANS YOU HATED? WILL YOU REMEMBER TOMORROW.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116293787753456118?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116293787753456118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116293787753456118&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116293787753456118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116293787753456118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-8th.html' title='NOVEMBER THE 8th'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116291319868783606</id><published>2006-11-07T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:26:40.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"REAL" FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>KYLE &lt;a href="http://the-things-that-are-on-my-mind.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-what-friends-do.html"&gt;http://the-things-that-are-on-my-mind.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-what-friends-do.html&lt;/a&gt; MADE ME THINK ABOUT WHAT REAL FRIENDS MEAN.  I HATE THAT IT TOOK SOMETHING LIKE HIM BREAKING HIS LEG TO REMIND US ALL WHAT  "REAL" FRIENDS ARE ABOUT BUT..... THANKS TO KYLE HERE IS A NEW POST IN HONOR OF HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RECEIVED THIS E-MAIL THIS MORNING AND IT IS PERFECT FOR HIS AFOREMENTIONED POST......&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself(and doesn't feel even the least bit weird shutting your 'vegetable drawer' with her foot!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in their address book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend hates it when you call after they've gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could blackmail you with it." (I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend calls you after you had a fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple friend expects! you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON KYLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116291319868783606?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116291319868783606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116291319868783606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116291319868783606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116291319868783606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/real-friends.html' title='&quot;REAL&quot; FRIENDS'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116249696314278828</id><published>2006-11-02T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:49:23.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE WERE MY SECRETS!!!</title><content type='html'>DO YOU EVER JUST READ SOMETHING AND THINK "THAT IS ME!"? DO YOU EVER HEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING AND THINK "THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS LIKE SOMEONE FOUND YOUR PERSONAL DIARY AND IS READING IT ALOUD FOR ALL TO HEAR.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT A DOCTOR OPENED YOUR HEAD UP AND NOW THE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ALWAYS KEPT TO YOURSELF CAN'T HELP BUT SPILL OUT ALL AROUND YOU........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/SECRET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IT HAPPENED TO ME. I LOVE TO READ A WEBSITE CALLED TRUE WIFE CONFESSIONS. IT ISN'T JUST WIVES THAT POST ON THERE EITHER... IT MAYBE A GIRLFRIEND, FINANCE, WIFE OR EVEN "THE OTHER WOMAN". BUT IT IS A PLACE WHERE THEY ARE ALLOWED TO VENT, FREE DEMONS OF THEIR OWN AND EVEN BRAGG ABOUT THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. IT IS SOMETHING ABOUT READING SOMEONE ONES DEEPEST SECRETS THAT ATTRACT ME DAY AFTER DAY TO READ THE NEWEST POSTING. THERE ARE TIMES I READ IT AND THINK I CAN SOME WHAT RELATE BUT TODAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IT COULD OF BEEN ME, THE OLD ME, WHO SUBMITTED #1088...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SOMEWHERE SHARES THE FEELINGS I NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO SAY TO HIM...... THIS STRANGER MAKES ME PROUD AND SHE WILL NEVER KNOW IT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116249696314278828?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116249696314278828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116249696314278828&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116249696314278828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116249696314278828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/those-were-my-secrets.html' title='THOSE WERE MY SECRETS!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116248051908917862</id><published>2006-11-02T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:15:19.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT ALL STARTS TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN VERY VERY LUCKY AND INVITED TO THE OPENING GAME OF THE MAVERICKS TONIGHT AGAINST SAN ANTONIO SPURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PLEASE DON'T KILL ME MARTINI!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/mavs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DID I MENTION I AM SUPER EXCITED????????????????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116248051908917862?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116248051908917862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116248051908917862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116248051908917862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116248051908917862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-all-starts-tonight.html' title='IT ALL STARTS TONIGHT'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116239948221905570</id><published>2006-11-01T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:44:42.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD FRIENDS AND NEW.......</title><content type='html'>LAST NIGHT I HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF CATCHING UP WITH TWO OLD FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL. THESE ARE TWO BEAUTIFUL GIRLS THAT I KNEW IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND HIGH SCHOOL AND HAD LOST CONTACT WITH OVER TIME. BUT LAST NIGHT I MET TWO BEAUTIFUL WOMEN INSTEAD OF GIRLS..... AND ONE OF THEM BROUGHT A NEW FRIEND (NOT PICTURED BELOW). WE MET AT CRYSTAL'S PIZZA - NOT KNOWN FOR ITS GREAT FOOD BUT FOR ITS AMAZING BREADSTICKS. WE USED TO HAVE ONE OF THEM IN ABILENE BUT THAT HAS LONG SINCE SHUT DOWN BUT IT IS JUST ONE OF THOSE PLACES THAT ALWAYS TAKES YOU BACK.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SPENT TWO HOURS PLAYING CATCH UP AND LAUGHING UNTIL OUR SIDES HURT. IT IS TIMES LIKE THESE I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT GOD HAS BROUGHT THESE THREE WOMEN BACK INTO MY LIFE. SO MANY TIMES WE THINK ABOUT THE BAD THINGS.... OR WHAT WE WISH WE HAD INSTEAD OF SEEING THE SMALL BLESSING RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR FACES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BLESSING LAST NIGHT WAS GREAT BREAD STICKS WITH THREE OLD AND NEW FRIENDS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Doodle%20and%20LeAnne.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Doodle%20and%20LeAnne.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, LEANNE AND DOODLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116239948221905570?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116239948221905570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116239948221905570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116239948221905570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116239948221905570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-friends-and-new.html' title='OLD FRIENDS AND NEW.......'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116232252295086002</id><published>2006-10-31T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:22:03.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3669.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3669.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL I KNOW IS I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MRS. ROPER ...... GET IT? FROM "THREE'S COMPANY"????&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/19038324-116232252295086002?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116232252295086002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116232252295086002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116232252295086002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116232252295086002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-2006.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2006'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116223967130259702</id><published>2006-10-30T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:49:35.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT HIT BY THE LOVE TRUCK.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonnet CXVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love,&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come.&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONNETS STILL...IT SEEMED APPROPRIATE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3587.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL I DO KNOW IS THE PAST 2 MONTHS HAVE BEEN THE BEST TIME I HAVE SHARED WITH SOMEONE IN A LONG TIME. WE AREN'T PERFECT BUT BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT WE ARE ONLY STRONGER &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. YOU BELIEVE IN COMMUNICATION THE WAY I DO.... YOU HOLD ME WHEN I CAN'T FIND WORDS TO EXPRESS WHAT I AM FEELING.... AND YOU LAUGH WITH ME LIKE WE ARE THE ONLY ONES AROUND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS WEEKEND NOT ONLY DID WE SHARE A 2 MONTH ANNIVERSARY BUT THE FACT WE ARE IN LOVE. THOSE WORDS MEANT THE WORD TO ME. ONE THOUGHT KEEPS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD OVER AND OVER AT THE WEDDING THIS WEEKEND: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"THE SPACES BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS ARE MEANT TO BE FILLED WITH MINE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116223967130259702?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116223967130259702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116223967130259702&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223967130259702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223967130259702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-hit-by-love-truck.html' title='GOT HIT BY THE LOVE TRUCK.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116222913104537030</id><published>2006-10-30T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:23:06.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>REHEARSAL DINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3539.jpg" border="0" /&gt; THE BRIDE TO BE IS THE BEAUTIFUL BLONDE ON THE RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT WAS GOOSES SISTERS REHEARSAL DINNER. NOT ONLY WAS I LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE INCLUDED BECAUSE I AM GOOSE'S BEST FRIEND BUT I AM NOW DATING ONE OF HER SISTERS OLDEST GUY FRIENDS. HERE ARE PICTURES FROM OUR AMAZING NIGHT PRE - WEDDING IN DOWNTOWN FORT WORTH AT THE RETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHRISTIE AND I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3536.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3536.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAY AND I UP ON THE TOP FLOOR OVER LOOKING THE CITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3529.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND OF COURSE MY SISTER - GOOSE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116222913104537030?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116222913104537030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116222913104537030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116222913104537030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116222913104537030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/rehearsal-dinner.html' title='REHEARSAL DINNER'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116223682772188819</id><published>2006-10-30T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:24:02.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HERE ARE JUST A SAMPLING OF THE CHURCH RECEPTION PICTURES........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HER DADDY GAVE THE TOAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOOSE AND JASON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE FIRST "LEAVING".......(HEADED TO THE REAL RECEPTION.........)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/martinis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/martinis%27s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND OF COURSE THE MARTINI'S WERE THERE TO SUPPORT GOOSE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3586.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3586.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AND THE BOYFRIEND AND I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116223682772188819?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116223682772188819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116223682772188819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223682772188819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223682772188819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-are-just-sampling-of-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116223772105974554</id><published>2006-10-30T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:48:41.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE REAL RECEPTION WAS AMAZING.... THE FOOD WAS YUMMY, THE BAR WAS OPEN, THE DANCE FLOOR FULL AND THEY EVEN HAD THE TECH VS TEXAS GAME ON IN THE CORNER OF THE BALLROOM SO EVEN THE GUYS WERE PLEASED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS RAY'S BEST FRIENDS - CHRISTIE AND ANDREW. THEY ARE NOW MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE MARRIED COUPLE TO DOUBLE DATE WITH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ADORE THIS PICTURE OF GOOSE AND I.... SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAID OF HONOR EVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INSTEAD OF TRES MARTINI'S MAYBE WE SHOULD OF BEEN THE TRES CHAMPAGNES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RAY AND LINDSEY HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE H.S. MANY.... MANY.... YEARS AGO....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THEY REALLY DID LOOK AMAZING IN THEIR TUX'S...... TOO BAD THEY NEVER LAST.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE DADDY OF THE BRIDE AND I. HE IS LIKE MY 2ND DADDY NOW THAT I LIVE HERE... HECK HE EVEN BABYSITS HARLEY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE PROUD PARENTS OF THE BRIDE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT WITH RAY AND I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116223772105974554?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116223772105974554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116223772105974554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223772105974554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116223772105974554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/real-reception-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116195994285161885</id><published>2006-10-27T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:39:03.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTY CROCKER HAS NOTHING ON MY HARLEY GIRL....</title><content type='html'>I HAVE COMPANY COMING IN TONIGHT FOR LINDSEY'S WEDDING AND THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE TO BAKE SOMETHING TO HAVE FOR BREAKFAST WHILE THEY ARE HERE. I DECIDED UPON PUMPKIN APPLE STREDDUDLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I DRUG THE BOYFRIEND GROCERY SHOPPING .... I NEEDED SOMEONE TO HELP CARRY IN THE BAGS! ONCE WE STARTED COOKING (YES HE EVEN HELPS!!!) HARLEY DECIDED SHE SHOULD HELP TOO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT TURNS OUT ALL SHE  REALLY IS GOOD FOR IS LICKING THE SPATULA..... BUT MAN IS SHE GOOD AT IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TOO BAD SHE THINKS SHE NEEDS TO CHEW ON IT ..... SO NOW IT HAS TEETH MARKS ON IT..... OH WELL! FUN WAS HAD BY ALL THREE..... AND BEST OF ALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT WAS NOT CALLED OUT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (IF YOU LOOK BLOW THIS PIC  UP YOU CAN SEE THE PUMPKIN ALL OVER THE TIP OF HER NOSE!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OUR FINISHED PRODUCT LOOKED LIKE THIS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I HAVE TO SAY IT IS AMAZING..... SO HERE IS HARLEY'S RECEIPE FOR PUMPKIN APPLE STREDDUDLE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;3 tablespoons unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;4 cups diced peeled cored Granny Smith apples (about 4 large)&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1 1/2 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (firmly packed) golden brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup canned pure pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For apples:&lt;/u&gt; Melt butter in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add apples; sauté until apples begin to brown, about 5 minutes. Add sugar and cinnamon and sauté until golden brown, about 3 minutes longer. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For cake:&lt;/u&gt; Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter 9-inch-diameter springform pan. Combine flour, brown sugar, butter, and salt in large bowl. Using electric mixer, beat until mixture resembles coarse meal. Set aside 2/3 cup of mixture for topping. Beat pumpkin, sour cream, 2 tablespoons sugar, spice, and baking soda into remaining flour mixture, beating just until smooth. Beat in eggs. Transfer batter to pan. Scatter apples evenly over top. Sprinkle reserved topping over apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake cake until topping is golden brown and tester inserted into center comes out clean, about 1 hour 10 minutes. Cool cake in pan on rack 20 minutes. Run knife around pan sides to loosen cake. Release pan sides from cake. Transfer cake to platter. (Can be made 6 hours ahead. Let stand at room temperature.) Serve warm or at room temperature with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 to 8 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BON APPETIT,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HARLEY AND DISCOM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116195994285161885?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116195994285161885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116195994285161885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116195994285161885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116195994285161885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/betty-crocker-has-nothing-on-my-harley.html' title='BETTY CROCKER HAS NOTHING ON MY HARLEY GIRL....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116170231500602269</id><published>2006-10-24T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:05:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU TELL ME.....</title><content type='html'>MY MOM HAS A CO-WORKER THAT I LOVE! HE CRACKS ME UP EVERYTIME I SEE HIM. HE CAME INTO MOM'S OFFICE THE OTHER DAY AND SAID HE SAW A MAGAZINE COVER AND THOUGHT IT LOOKED LIKE MOM AND I. SO MOM PROCEEDED TO CALL ME AND ASK IF I HAD HEARD OF MAGGIE GYLLENHALL. I TOLD HER YES AND INFACT I HAD HEARD ONCE LAST CHRISTMAS THAT I RESEMBLED HER. I DIDN'T KNOW WHO SHE WAS AT THE TIME SO I LOOKED HER UP AND DISAGREEDED WITH THE GUY. WELL, THEN MOM TOLD ME THAT J SAID WE RESEMBLED HER ON SOME MAGAZINE. WHEN MOM AND I WENT TO HOUSTON FOR THE SPECIAL OLYMPICS MUSIC FESTIVAL MOM BROUGHT ME THE MAGAZINE TO SEE THE COVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/MARIE%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/MARIE%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE IS WHAT I THINK.... I THINK MOM AND HER HAVE THE SAME EYES SO I SEE THE RESEMBLENCE THERE. BUT BESIDES THAT THE ONLY THING I HAVE IN COMMON WITH HER IS THE FACT WE ALL THREE HAVE FAT LITTLE CHIPMUNK CHEEKS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK???? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/maggie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/maggie.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/maggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/Picture%20100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/maggie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/maggie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/maggie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/crop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I STILL SAY IT IS THE CHUBBY CHEEKS............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116170231500602269?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116170231500602269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116170231500602269&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116170231500602269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116170231500602269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-tell-me.html' title='YOU TELL ME.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116162279652841700</id><published>2006-10-23T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:29:24.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CARLOS MENCIA ROCKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I WENT THIS PAST SATURDAY NIGHT WITH RAY AND SAW THE CARLOS MENCIA: THE PUNISHER TOUR AT NOKIA THEATER. CARLOS HAS THE SHOW ON COMDEY CENTRAL CALLED "MIND OF MENICA". IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE SHOW YOU NEED TO! RAY GOT ME HOOKED ON HIM ABOUT TWO MONTHS AGO SO WHEN I FOUND OUT HE WAS COMING TO TOWN I GOT TICKETS AND SURPRISED HIM. EVEN TWO DAYS LATER MY SIDES STILL HURT FROM LAUGHING. HE IS BY FAR ONE OF THE FUNNIEST COMMEDIANS I HAVE EVER EVER EVER SEEN!!! HE OFFENDS ALL SEXES AND RACES... SO IN HONOR OF MY AMAZING NIGHT I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE SOME OF HIS GREAT QUOTES FROM SEASON ONE AND TWO OF HIS SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT REMEMBER - EVEN HE SAYS: "Racism is exclusion, that's why I make fun of everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We celebrate Labor Day by not going to work?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a black person has no electricity, no water, they call it the ghetto. When white people have no electricity and no water, they call it camping. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are we rebuilding New Orleans? Whose idea was this, Aquaman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New Orleans is basically a bowl, surrounded by soup! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have little compassion for people in trailer parks who refuse tomove after getting tornado warnings. How hard is it for them torelocate? Their house have wheels.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God has a sense of humor. If you don't believe me, tomorrow go to wal-mart and just look at people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if a wetback did try to hijack a plane, where's he going?! He's already here! He'll get on a plane at LA Int'l and say "We're going to Burbank!" But that's not even far away. "BUT I DON'T HAVE A CAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that's just an oxymoron. (picture of Britney Spears in harvard shirt comes up)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put an Asian in a classroom…he’ll mess up the curve. Put him behind the wheel…he’ll hit the curve. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason wetbacks wear pointy boots is ‘cause they fit in the fence perfectly, when jumping over the border."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we have seat belt-laws in this country? If you are to stupid to realise that you should wear a seat belt, you should... Die! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mexicans with asian words on them. "It means Joy and Happiness." Let me get this straight, you got a tattoo from a guy you met in prison who failed English and Spanish, but he knows Chinese?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is getting bit by a shark, in the water, news?! If your in seven-eleven and a shark bites you in the ass, then that's news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jousting is just an early form of Drive-Bys. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlos' Mother: Remember where we parked!&lt;br /&gt;Carlos: I'm four years old! I don't even know my ABCs, how am I gonna remember where I parked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's like going to Chinatown and finding the one Asian that got a "D". "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you show up to your job for the first day of training and they give you: a gun with extra bullets, an extra gun to put on your ankle, a Teflon flat jacket so you don’t get shot, they give you a taser to electrocute him, a baton to beat his ass, a walkie talkie to call for backup, they give you handcuffs to put the guy into a submission hold, they give you a short gun in the car and a dog in the back. When you get all of this the first day you gotta say to yourself: some shit might go down in this job. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO END THIS WITH HIS FAMOUS SONG HE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEE DEE DEE&lt;br /&gt;BY: CARLOS MENICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee Dee Dee doesn’t mean mentally retarded, it means stupid.&lt;br /&gt;This song goes to all the stupid people out there.&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to find this song hilarious and you don’t even know it’s about you.&lt;br /&gt;You dropped out of school ‘Cause you’re smarter than everybody&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got three words for you, dumb ass “Ding, fries ready.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to outrun a bull Nobody’s that fast&lt;br /&gt;That’s how you end up With a horn stuck up your ass&lt;br /&gt;Roethlisberger needs no helmet ‘Cause he’s a star&lt;br /&gt;But like any of us He got hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go hunting For quail someplace&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go with Cheney He’ll put a f'ing shot in your face&lt;br /&gt;If you bungee jump So you can fly through the air&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t sad you ended up In that wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;You ignore all the warnings Yet you light up a smoke&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to talk With a machine through your throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many idiots can there be?&lt;br /&gt;Some say that it’s one out of three&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know, then take it from me&lt;br /&gt;You’re the Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a Dee&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t marry a Dee&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause then your kids will be Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry about the price of gas And war in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;But you voted Bush in twice What, were you smoking crack?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t get a prenup Though you knew she was a skank&lt;br /&gt;Now you’ve got herpes And she got half your bank&lt;br /&gt;You were on top of the world With “Hit Me Baby, One More Time”&lt;br /&gt;Only a stupid bitch would marry Kevin Federline&lt;br /&gt;You drink and drive And you think it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;Now your cell mate Weaving in and out the Hershey Highway&lt;br /&gt;When you put tigers in your show And they can’t be free&lt;br /&gt;Then they’ll bite your neck off And you’ll say Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many idiots can there be&lt;br /&gt;Some say that it’s one out of three&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know, then take it from me You’re the Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a Dee&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t marry a Dee&lt;br /&gt;It’s genetics, don’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Your kids will be Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents ought to blame For all these Dee Dee Dees&lt;br /&gt;Letting their kids drop out And not get G.E.D.’s&lt;br /&gt;You keep your kids inside ‘Cause there’s freaks on the loose&lt;br /&gt;But you let them drink From Michael Jackson’s Jesus Juice?&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care when you kids come home With D’s from class&lt;br /&gt;What you need to do is get some balls And beat that ass&lt;br /&gt;He isn’t stupid You say he’s got A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;It’s that his mom and his dad Are both Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test is too hard! (So we lower the standards)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not good at sports! (So we give them all trophies)&lt;br /&gt;My daddy used to spank me (So we lower the standards)&lt;br /&gt;I’m too fat for this seat (So we widen the standards)&lt;br /&gt;They say no ‘cause I’m black (So we lower the standards)&lt;br /&gt;They say no ‘cause I’m white (So we lower the standards)&lt;br /&gt;They say no ‘cause I’m Asian (So we lower the standards)&lt;br /&gt;No hable Engoláis (‘Cause we don’t know the standards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up one day And you don’t have the skills&lt;br /&gt;To get a better job So you’re stuck on the grill&lt;br /&gt;Then you’re wondering why Julio took your job&lt;br /&gt;But you forget to see You’re as dumb as a knob&lt;br /&gt;Now your ass is too fat To get out of the house&lt;br /&gt;And you’re eating more food Trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Why they out source my job To some guy named Habib&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause he worked harder than you And he’s got five degrees&lt;br /&gt;And you’re asking yourself How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you why, homey ‘Cause you’re Dee Dee Dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116162279652841700?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116162279652841700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116162279652841700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116162279652841700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116162279652841700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/carlos-mencia-rocks.html' title='CARLOS MENCIA ROCKS!!!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116127320503672377</id><published>2006-10-19T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:08:17.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SONG WITH NEW BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF (WITH LOVING YOU)&lt;br /&gt;BY: JOHN MAYER&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUUM ALBUM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'M NOT THE MAN I USED TO BE LATELY&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU MET AT AN INTERESTING TIME&lt;br /&gt;IF MY PAST IS ANY SIGN OF YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD BE WARNED BEFORE I LET YOU INSIDE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/BW1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER WILL GET YOU THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF WITH LOVING YOU &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/BW3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BEG MY WAY INTO YOUR GARDEN&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BREAK MY WAY OUT WHEN IT RAINS&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO GET BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE I STARTED&lt;br /&gt;SO I CAN WATCH YOU BACK ALL OVER AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER WILL GET YOU THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF WITH LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU LOVE ME OR THE THOUGHT OF ME?&lt;br /&gt;ME OR THE THOUGHT OF ME? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER WILL GET YOU THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF LOVING YOU &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/BW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER WILL GET YOU THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU FIND BABY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T TRUST MYSELF LOVING YOU &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/KISS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116127320503672377?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116127320503672377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116127320503672377&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116127320503672377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116127320503672377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-song-with-new-black-and-white.html' title='NEW SONG WITH NEW BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116119097100333454</id><published>2006-10-18T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:02:51.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS....</title><content type='html'>SORRY MOM BUT I HAVE BEEN DYING TO SAY THAT ALL DAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/crop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/crop.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE FUNDRAISER FOR &lt;a href="http://www.galactosemia.org"&gt;SARAH'S CURE&lt;/a&gt; SATURDAY NIGHT WE FOUND A 10 FOOT TALL ROOSTER AT A GAS STATION IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Silly%20Cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Silly%20Cock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EVEN THE RAIN DIDN'T STOP GOOSE AND I FROM INSISTING ON STOPPING TO HAVE OUR PICTURES MADE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/COCK%20HUG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/COCK%20HUG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO I AM NOW THOROUGHLY ENJOYING TELLING PEOPLE I HAVE A HUGE COCK AND THEN WATCHING THEIRS MOUTHS DROP OPEN... ONLY TO SHOW THEM THE PICTURE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Piggy%20Back.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Piggy%20Back.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SENT MY DAD AN EMAIL WITH THE SAME TITLE.............. I HOPE HE SEES THE HUMOR IN IT.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116119097100333454?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116119097100333454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116119097100333454&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116119097100333454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116119097100333454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-cock-is-bigger-than-yours.html' title='MY COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116109515994345627</id><published>2006-10-17T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:26:14.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MEANEST OF THEM ALL....... MOM'S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;MY MOM SENT ME THIS E-MAIL YESTERDAY AND SINCE OPENING IT I HAVEN'T QUIT THINKING ABOUT THOSE WORDS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHE TOLD ME IN HER EMAIL "Maybe I didn't do all of this, but hopefully I did some of it. Here's to hoping you will be a mean mom some day!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOW AT ALMOST 26 I AM PROUD TO SAY I HAD A MEAN MOM AND I AM SO VERY GRATEFUL NOW. SOMEDAY HOPEFULLY I CAN MAKE HER PROUD AND BE A MEAN MOM TOO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BROOKLYN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEAN MOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my Mom mean? Yes she was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116109515994345627?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116109515994345627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116109515994345627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116109515994345627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116109515994345627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/meanest-of-them-all-moms.html' title='THE MEANEST OF THEM ALL....... MOM&apos;S.'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115998720383578446</id><published>2006-10-12T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:27:47.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 THOUGHTS TO PONDER</title><content type='html'>I RECEIVED THE FOLLOWING EMAIL THIS WEEK AND IT HAD SOME AMAZING THOUGHTS TO PRACTICE. I CUT OUT THE CHAIN LETTER PART AND HERE ARE THE 21 POINTS TO THINK ON...... WITH OF COURSE COMMENTARY BY ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it. (I LOVE THIS ONE..... SO OFTEN WE DON'T SAY IT ENOUGH TO THE ONES WE CARE ABOUT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye. (I WAS TAUGHT THIS A S A CHILD AND STILL FIRMLY BELIEVE IN EYE CONTACT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. (AMEN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives. (UM..... SORRY MOM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. (YEA... I HAVEN'T EXACTLY EVER MASTERED THIS ONE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze. (HAVE MANNERS PEOPLE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. (I WISH I COULD HELP OTHERS UNDERSTAND THIS ONE MORE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/girlfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. (AND EVEN WHEN YOU CAN'T AT LEAST YOU KNOW YOU TRIED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone. (THE OLDER I GET THE MORE I REALIZE THAT TIME IS SO VERY VALUABLE.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115998720383578446?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115998720383578446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115998720383578446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115998720383578446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115998720383578446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/21-thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='21 THOUGHTS TO PONDER'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116059238261811259</id><published>2006-10-11T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:53:17.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SELFISH PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/SELFISH%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/SELFISH%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THE SELFISH POST...... I GUESS I SHOULD OF KNOCKED ON WOOD AFTER I WROTE IT. I HEARD FROM FRIEND #2........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIA MASS E-MAIL.... SHE IS ENGAGED OFFICIALLY AND MOVING TO ANOTHER STATE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/FAIR%20FIGHTING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY SHE INCLUDED ME IN THE LIST BUT SHE DID..... SO I WROTE BACK THE ONLY WORD I COULD THINK OF...... "CONGRATS". SHE ALWAYS SAID WHEN SHE GOT MARRIED SHE NEVER WANTED BRIDESMAIDS BECAUSE ALL OF THE ATTENTION SHOULD ONLY BE ON HER SO...... I HOPE SHE GETS WHAT SHE HAS ALWAYS WANTED.... ALL EYES ON HER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/SARAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOOR HAS NOW OFFICIALLY CLOSED ON THAT RELATIONSHIP AND THAT SEASON. I CAN FINALLY SAY .... I AM OKAY WITH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116059238261811259?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116059238261811259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116059238261811259&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116059238261811259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116059238261811259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/selfish-part-ii.html' title='SELFISH PART II'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116050731020967869</id><published>2006-10-10T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:42:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WOES OF STREP THROAT.......</title><content type='html'>SO I AM OFFICIALLY APARTMENT BOUND AND HAVE BEEN FOR ALMOST 48 HOURS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AT ONE AM ON MONDAY MORNING FROM MY THROAT KILLING ME AND DRENCHED IN SWEAT BECAUSE APARENTLY I HAD STARTED RUNNING A FEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEADED INTO WORK THAT MORNING AT 8 AM HOPING TO CALL THE DOCTOR AND GET IN QUICKLY. I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT THEY SAW ME WITHIN THE HOUR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS.... I HAVE STREP AND A MINOR COLD AND AM CONTAGIOUS FOR 48 HOURS SO OFF TO BED FOR ME..... RIGHT AFTER THEY STUCK A HUGE NEEDLE IN MY BUTT CHEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;LET ME JUST SAY : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST ADMIT I WAS NOT PREPARED TO BE SICK BY ANY MEANS! NO SOUP IN THE HOUSE..... NO CRACKERS.... NO POPSICLES..... OUT OF NYQUIL/DAYQUIL..... NO THROAT LOZENGES...... AND WORST OF ALL: NO DIET COKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I KNOW IS THAT BEING SICK AS A GROWN UP SUCKS!!!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!! BEING SICK AND TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF IS NOT A GOOD EXPERIENCE. BEING SICK AND SINGLE ABSOLUTLEY STINKS. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY TIS BUT THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES I REALLY MISS JOEY. IT KILS ME TO SAY THAT BUT I DO.... SOMEONE TO JUST SIT WITH ME AND TAKE CARE OF ME... TO GET ME HOT TEA.. TAKE HARLEY OUT .... JUST THAT COMFORT OF KNOWING YOU AREN'T MISERABLE AND ALONE. SO ALL I KNOW IS THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!! (DID I MENTION THAT ALREADY???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WELCOME TO THE STREP THROAT PITY PARTY........ANYONE WANT TO BRING ME A HUGE CUP OF SONIC ICE TO SUCK ON AND NUMB MY THROAT???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116050731020967869?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116050731020967869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116050731020967869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116050731020967869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116050731020967869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/woes-of-strep-throat.html' title='THE WOES OF STREP THROAT.......'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-116016551150948441</id><published>2006-10-06T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:11:51.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL WEEKEND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO WORDS SPORTS FANS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEXAS SUCKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3167.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3167.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OPENING OU GAME THIS YEAR WITH GOOSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/HateTx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/bevo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/bevo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3160.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUTFITTED IN MY BOOMER SOONER GEAR - COMPLETE WITH CHILD SIZE CHAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVEN THEIR CHEERLEADERS HAVE BAD OUTFITS AND ARE DUMB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/ut1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/ut1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/ut3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/ut3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU REALLY WANT THIS MAN NEXT TO YOU????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/ut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/ut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3171.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVEN IN THE RAIN WE STICK IT OUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/ouvstx2_anmi.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/ouvstx2_anmi.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/TxSucks.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/TexasMCad.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/TexasMCad.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AND LAST   BUT NOT LEAST - TODAY AT WORK WE HAVE ON OUR GEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOMER SOONER BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-116016551150948441?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/116016551150948441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=116016551150948441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116016551150948441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/116016551150948441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/football-weekend.html' title='FOOTBALL WEEKEND!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115998683085022335</id><published>2006-10-06T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:17:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DADDY'S FAVORITE DAUGHTER.... AND ONLY ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/daddy%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/daddy%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DADDY HAD TO COME TO ARLINGTON THIS WEEK TO DO A FUNERAL SO HE MADE A LUNCH DATE WITH ME. HE MET ME AT MY OFFICE AND WE SPENT THE NEXT HOUR AND A HALF CATCHING UP.... JUST THE TWO OF US. WE DON'T GET TO DO THAT OFTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO TELL YOU I LEFT THAT LUNCH BOOTH SO GRATEFUL FOR THE MAN I CALL DADDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN WHO PRAYS FOR ME OVER HIS LUNCH, THE MAN WHO TAKES TIME TO LET ME DRAG HIM AROUND MY OFFICE AND INTRODUCE HIM TO EVERYONE, THE MAN WHO TAKES THE TIME TO LOOK AT MY DESK AND ASK QUESTIONS, THE MAN WHO NEVER LETS ME PAY FOR LUNCH, THE MAN WHO UNLOCKS MY CAR DOOR FIRST AND OPENS IT BEFORE HIS, THE MAN WHO NEVER BATS AN EYE WHEN I ORDER DESSERT FIRST AND THE MAN WHO HUGS ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY DADDY....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/close%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/close%20up.jpg" 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/19038324-115998683085022335?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115998683085022335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115998683085022335&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115998683085022335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115998683085022335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/daddys-favorite-daughter-and-only-one.html' title='DADDY&apos;S FAVORITE DAUGHTER.... AND ONLY ONE.'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115997390046569454</id><published>2006-10-04T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:51:58.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SELFISHNESS</title><content type='html'>THIS TOPIC HAS BEEN WEIGHING ON MY HEART SOMUCH THAT I NEED TO GET IT OUT THERE. SOMETHINGS HAVE HAPPENED THE PAST TWO DAYS THAT KINDA BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK. SO HERE GOES NOTHING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO I CO-HOSTED A PARTY WITH MARTINI AT MY APARTMENT FOR ABOUT 15 OF US GIRLS. ONE OF THE GIRLS THAT I AM PRETTY CLOSE TO RSVP'D.... EVEN VOLUNTEERED HER HUSBAND TO BABY-SIT ANOTHER PERSONS CHILD WHO WOULD BE AT THE PARTY. THAT PERSON WENT TO PERSON NUMBER ONE'S HOME AND DROPPED OFF HER CHILD - THE OTHER PERSON SAID SHE WAS RUNNING LATE BUT WOULD CALL ME AND LET ME KNOW WHEN SHE WOULD BE THERE SO WE WOULDN'T WAIT ON HER...... NEEDLESS TO SAY THE CALL NEVER CAME - SHE NEVER SHOWED AND MONDAY AT WORK IT WASN'T A BIG DEAL TO HER THAT SHE BLEW IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - AS I MENTIONED MARTINI AND I HAD THE PARTY AT MY APARTMENT AND I LOVED THAT. I LOVE HAVING MY GIRLS OVER BUT IT WAS QUITE A FEW OF THEM COMPLETE WITH US PROVIDING THE FOOD AND MOST OF THE DRINKS. ONLY 3 OF THE GIRLS STAYED THE NIGHT AND THE REST WENT HOME AFTER THE PARTY WAS DONE. I WAS FINE WITH THAT UNTIL I LOOKED AROUND AND SAW THE DISASTER THAT WAS LEFT. THE MAIN ROOM WAS TRASHED! I WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD BECAUSE THE LAST TIME WE DID THIS AT GOOSE'S APARTMENT EVERYONE PITCHED IN AT THE END AND HELPED CLEAN BACK UP. AND ESPECIALLY WITH GIRLS - NORMALLY GIRLS ARE GREAT ABOUT BEING HELPFUL ..... SO I WAS KIND OF LET DOWN THAT THEY BASICALLY LEFT IT TO ME AND MARTINI......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - LAST FRIDAY OUR OFFICE MANAGER RETIRED AND I AGREED TO MAKE HER A SCRAPBOOK OF THE LAST 10 YEARS SHE WAS HERE AND WITH US. DURING THAT WEEK I GATHERED UP THE 200 PICTURES TOOK TIME EACH NIGHT TO GET THEM COPIED. I ALSO WENT AND GOT ALSO OF THE SUPPLIES TO DO THE JOB. NOW I ADMIT I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW BECAUSE WHEN IT CAME DOWN TO IT I HAD ONLY THURSDAY NIGHT TO PIECE IT TOGETHER. SO I TALKED TO ONE OF THE GIRLS IN THE OFFICE WHO I AM FRIENDS WITH AND SHE SAID SHE WOULD COME OVER AND HELP ME AND WE WOULD WATCH GREY'S ANATOMY. SO AS SOON AS I WALKED INTO HE DOOR I STARTED ON IT.... 6PM. "BOB" WAS THERE WITH ME KEEPING HARLEY OUT OF MY WAY AS I STRESSED. AT 8:30 SHE STILL WASN'T THERE SO HE CALLED AND ASKED WHERE SHE WAS ..... HOME. WHAT WAS SHE DOING ..... WATCHING GREY'S ANATOMY. SO YEA... I WAS PRETTY TICKED... I DIDN'T WATCH THE SHOW BECAUSE I WAS WAITING ON HER.... I HAD TONS TO DO AND REALLY WAS COUNTING ON THAT HELP ESPECIALLY BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE AT WORK THAT NEXT DAY SO I FIGURED YOU COULD AT LEAST STAY FOR A BIT AND HELP...... BUT THAT WASN'T THE CASE. INSTEAD I WENT TO BED AT 4:45 AM... EXHAUSTED, FRUSTRATED AND LET DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - THIS ONE I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL BUT I HAVE RECENTLY LOST FRIENDSHIPS WITH 2 VERY OLD FRIENDS AND VERY DEAR FRIENDS AT ONE TIME. INFACT ONE OF THEM... WAS IN MY WEDDING AND I WAS IN HERS. BUT NOW I DON'T HAVE A PLACE IN HER LIFE........ I REALLY WISH THAT WOULD OF BEEN TOLD TO ME BEFORE I STOOD UP AS HER BRIDESMAID.... BEFORE THE SHOES AND DRESS WERE BOUGHT.... BEFORE $400.00 WAS SPENT ON ALL OF HER SHOWERS AND SURPRISES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - THE 2ND FRIEND WAS ALSO IN MY WEDDING AND WE HAD ALWAYS REMAINED CLOSE. NOW I ADMIT FROM DAY 1 SHE WAS A SELFISH FRIEND AND I KNEW THAT BUT I LOVED HER! WE HAD BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH TOGETHER THAT IT DIDN'T MATTER. I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW OFTEN I WAS ASKED "HOW CAN YOU STAND BEING FRIENDS WITH HER?" AND MY RESPONSE WAS BECAUSE SHE IS MY FRIEND AND I LOVE HER. BUT THAT ALL CHANGED WITH THE LAST BOYFRIEND..... SHE DISAPPEARED.... HER PARENT'S GOT INVOLVED AND I GOT CUT OUT. I KNOW I SHOULDN'T OF BEEN SURPRISED AND I WASN'T BUT IT HURT.... AND BADLY. I JUST LEARNED RECENTLY SHE WILL BE MOVING OUT OF STATE SOON TO BE WITH HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN I RECEIVED THIS QUOTE I REALIZED WHAT BOTH OF THESE FRIENDSHIPS WERE: "Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season! "&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE SEASONAL FRIENDSHIPS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS REMINDED OF THIS BY A WONDERFUL YAHOO MESSENGER CONVERSATION I HAD WITH A DEAR OLD SWEET HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND LAST WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID THIS WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE FRIENDSHIP THAT HER AND I SHARE NOW EVEN THOUGH WE LIVE 3 HOURS APART AND SHE IS MARRIED WITH 2 CHILDREN: "Alana Young (9/27/2006 11:29:48 AM): i think that's the mark of a true friendship... it doesn't get faded or lost with time, even if the time between meetings is far between"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT IS HOW I KNOW THAT ALANA IS A LIFETIME FRIEND: "LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - I BUY CONCERT TICKETS FOR MY LITTLE BROTHER AND I TO GO TO A CONCERT EACH YEAR FOR HIS BIRTHDAY. THE FIRST YEAR I FLEW HIM TO VEGAS TO STAY WITH ME AND WE SAW METALLICA AND GODSMACK, THE NEXT WAS JACK JOHNSON AND THIS YEARS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE THE BIG ONE..... IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE DAVE MATTHEWS - WHO WE BOTH LOVE. NOW ONCE AGAIN I MUST CONFESS MY MISTAKE. I DIDN'T JUST TAKE HIM AND I. I BOUGHT 6 TOTAL SO HE COULD BRING 3 FRIENDS AND I COULD BRING SOMEONE - BIG MISTAKE!!! I NEVER EVER SHOULD OF BROUGHT SOMEONE WHO TOOK ATTENTION AWAY FROM HIM OR COMPETED WITH IT. BUT I ALSO SHOULD NOT OF LET HIM BRING BUDDIES.... WE DROVE IN SEPARATE CARS TO THE CONCERT.... MET UP AT THE GATE AND THEN I SAW HIM ONCE FOR 10 SECONDS AT THE CONCERT........ CAN I SAY THE LEAST I WAS DISAPPOINTED? THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE OUR NIGHT TO HANG OUT - I THOUGHT WE COULD ALL BE TOGETHER BUT APPARENTLY THAT WASN'T THE CASE. I HOPE HE ENJOYED THE CONCERT.... I NEVER DID FIND OUT.... NOT EVEN A THANK YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST THE ONE THAT MADE ALL THESE FEELINGS BOIL TO THE SURFACE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - "BOB" - IT IS AND ISN'T HIS FAULT FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS. HE IS A CHEMIST THAT DEALS WITH RADIO ACTIVE MATERIALS AND HE HAS HAD TO PULL SOME SERIOUS HOURS THESE TWO DAYS. BUT HERE IT IS FROM MY SIDE.... HE WAS GONE ALL WEEKEND AND TOLD ME THROUGH OUT IT HE COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE ME WHEN HE GOT HOME...... WELL I FINALLY SAW HIM SUNDAY NIGHT FOR A BIT AND WE MADE PLANS TO SEE EACH OTHER THE FOLLOWING NIGHT AFTER HIS SOFTBALL GAME. MONDAY NIGHT AT 8:30 I FOUND OUT HE MISSED HIS GAME AND WAS STILL AT THE OFFICE...... HE DIDN'T LEAVE UNTIL 1:30 AM THAT NIGHT..... (POOR GUY). THEN YESTERDAY NOT A WORD FROM HIM ALL MORNING - NOT EVEN AN IM MESSAGE.... FINALLY AT 1 YESTERDAY I GOT A TEXT SAYING HE WAS BACK AT THE OFFICE AND WOULD HAVE ANOTHER LONG NIGHT...... (I REALLY DO FEEL BAD FOR HIM) BUT DANG IT CAN YOU NOT FIT IN A FREAKING 5 MINUTE CALL TO THE GIRL YOU NORMALLY SEE ONCE A DAY AND CALL 4 TIMES A DAY? HE DOESN'T CARE SO WHY AM I SITTING AROUND WORRIED??? THEN I REALIZED I HAD DONE IT AGAIN. I PUT SOMEONE ELSE AHEAD OF MY OWN NEEDS..... I DIDN'T EVEN WARRANT A FIVE MINUTE CALL....... BUT AT LEAST NOW I KNOW MY RANKING AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT - NOW THAT I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE YOU GO FOLKS - ME BITCHING! I AM TIRED OF PEOPLE BEING SELFISH. I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE BUT IF I RUN EMPTY THAT MEANS I HAVE &lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; LEFT TO GIVE AND IT IS YOUR TURN TO HELP ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT BEING SAID - I DO LOVE MY FRIENDS DEARLY.... ALL OF THEM LISTED HERE. AND I KNOW NONE OF US ARE PERFECT (I AM FAR FROM IT) BUT I DID NEED TO EXPRESS THIS AFTER LAST NIGHT AND THE HURT I FELT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115997390046569454?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115997390046569454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115997390046569454&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115997390046569454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115997390046569454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/selfishness.html' title='SELFISHNESS'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115984347846912749</id><published>2006-10-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:44:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE TOO BIG TO FORGIVE ONE ANOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/FORGIVENESS%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/FORGIVENESS%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In &lt;a href="http://bibletools.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Bible.show/sVerseID/23749/eVerseID/23750"&gt;Matthew 18:21-22&lt;/a&gt;, we find another example: "Then Peter came to Him and said, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?" Jesus said to him, "I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven." In other words, we must always be willing to forgive a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/FORGIVENESS%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/FORGIVENESS%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THAT TONIGHT......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115984347846912749?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115984347846912749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115984347846912749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115984347846912749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115984347846912749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-are-too-big-to-forgive-one-another.html' title='WE ARE TOO BIG TO FORGIVE ONE ANOTHER'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115984089670098110</id><published>2006-10-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:01:36.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GIRLS ARE AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>A COUPLE OF WEEKENDS AGO ON A SATURDAY NIGHT I HAD ALL THE GIRLS OVER FOR A "GIRLS ONLY NIGHT"....(WINK - WINK - NUDGE NUDGE) PARTY. IT WAS COMPLETE WITH OUR TOY PARTY HOSTESS, BROOKIESLUSHIES, PRINCESS CROWNS AND A SLEEPOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3238.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE THE HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3237.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3237.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3227.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3263.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/100_3311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COUPLE OF WEEKENDS AGO ON A SATURDAY NIGHT I HAD ALL THE GIRLS OVER FOR A "GIRLS ONLY NIGHT"....(WINK - WINK - NUDGE NUDGE). IT WAS COMPLETE WITH OUR TOY PARTY HOSTESS, BROOKIESLUSHIES, PRINCESS CROWNS AND A SLEEPOVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115984089670098110?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115984089670098110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115984089670098110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115984089670098110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115984089670098110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-girls-are-amazing.html' title='MY GIRLS ARE AMAZING!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115947282304960068</id><published>2006-09-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:50:26.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS I WANT/NEED</title><content type='html'>THINGS I WANT/NEED IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A NAP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY BACK AND SIDES RUBBED - IT IS HURTING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A COLD DIET COKE OUT OF A CAN - NOT PLASTIC BOTTLE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TO GET LAID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DID I MENTION A NAP?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TO SHAVE MY LEGS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOLD THE PILE OF CLEAN TOWELS THAT HAVE SAT ON MY FLOOR SINCE SUNDAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;START THE STUPID SCARPBOOK THAT HAS TO BE DONE BY TOMORROW AT 11:30 AM &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAY TRAFFIC TICKETS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY HOUSE TO MAGICALLY BE CLEAN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAKE WORLD PEACE HAPPEN BY 3 PM TODAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLEAN MY CAR OUT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET LAID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAIL TAYLR'S BIRTHDAY CARD THAT I HAVE HAD FOR 3 WEEKS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A PENQUIN NAMED FERNANDO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TO LAUGH UNTIL MY SIDES HURT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOOSE 10 LBS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO BUY MORE DIET COKE FOR THE APARTMENT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STOP WORLD HUNGER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SORT BILLS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST DID I MENTION.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;TAKE A NAP??????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115947282304960068?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115947282304960068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115947282304960068&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115947282304960068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115947282304960068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-wantneed.html' title='THINGS I WANT/NEED'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115946137370726928</id><published>2006-09-28T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:52:07.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WRONG BUT OH SO FUNNY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/looting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/looting.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/donald.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/donald.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/free%20cat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/free%20cat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/aggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/aggie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/black.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/black.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/holes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/holes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/puppy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/puppy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/terrorist.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/terrorist.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/warn%20a%20brother.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/warn%20a%20brother.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST......................... MY FAVORITE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/ray%20charles.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/ray%20charles.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET IT??? LOOK AT HOW HE IS HOLDING THE MICROPHONE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115946137370726928?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115946137370726928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115946137370726928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115946137370726928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115946137370726928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/wrong-but-oh-so-funny.html' title='WRONG BUT OH SO FUNNY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115945498782017539</id><published>2006-09-28T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:49:47.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES FROM GILMORE GIRLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RORY: SAY SOMETHING TO MAKE ME HATE YOU QUICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORELAI: UM..... GO HITLER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115945498782017539?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115945498782017539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115945498782017539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115945498782017539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115945498782017539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-of-my-favorite-quotes-from-gilmore.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115936757134070059</id><published>2006-09-27T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:32:51.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS</title><content type='html'>SUSHI..... GILMORE GIRLS...... 20 MINUTES OF FORCED SILENCE AND GOING TO BED CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT I AM FALLING IN LOVE WITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115936757134070059?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115936757134070059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115936757134070059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115936757134070059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115936757134070059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-little-things.html' title='IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115919622055926922</id><published>2006-09-25T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:57:00.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST SIT RIGHT BACK AND YOU'LL HEAR A TALE...</title><content type='html'>AS I STOOD OUT ON BREAK LAST WEEK WITH TWO OTHER GIRLS THE CONVERSATION WENT LIKE THIS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESE: (TO GOOSE) - "I AM GOING BACK IN THE OFFICE TO GET SOME WORK DONE - SEE YA' LATER SKIPPER (THEN TO ME) - BYE GIDGET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (TO LESE) - "HEY WAIT!! IF SHE IS SKIPPER AND I AM GIDGET THAT WOULD MAKE YOU MRS. HOWELL RIGHT???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOSE: (TO ME) "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "WELL , SHE GAVE US GILLIGAN'S ISLAND NICKNAMES SO I FIGURED SHE WOULD BE MRS. HOWELL...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESE: "HOLD UP ........ GIDGET WASN'T ON GILLIGAN'S ISLAND..... THAT WAS MARYANNE. GIDGET HAD HER OWN SHOW......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "ARE YOU GUYS SURE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOSE: "TRUST ME WE ARE RIGHT YOU SCRAPEGOAT"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115919622055926922?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115919622055926922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115919622055926922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115919622055926922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115919622055926922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-sit-right-back-and-youll-hear.html' title='JUST SIT RIGHT BACK AND YOU&apos;LL HEAR A TALE...'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115895844504614883</id><published>2006-09-22T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:54:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY GET IT..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THINK I FINALLY GET IT..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PAST THREE DAYS WAS SUCH AN UPLIFTING TIME FOR ME TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALL. THIS MORNING I GOT TO WORK WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE AND TRULY HAPPY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I CRASHED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS MY CONFESSION: I AM ON ANTI-DEPRESSANTS AND HAVE BEEN FOR SOMETIME. I AM OKAY WITH IT.... OT AT LEAST I THOUGHT IT WAS...... AS LONG AS I TAKE THEM I AM LEVEL..... KEY PHRASE: IF I TAKE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVEN'T TAKEN THEM.... I DIDN'T MEAN TO QUIT TAKING THEM IT JUST HAPPENED. I GO THROUGH A REALLY GREAT PHASE AND HAVE EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL. THEN I GO AND DO SOMETHING DUMB LIKE FORGETTING TO REFILL THEM FOR 2 WEEKS AND NOW MY BODY HATES ME. MY BODY WANTS TO QUIT ON DAYS LIKE TODAY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CRANKY.... IRRITABLE AND DOWN RIGHT CHILDISH. THE SMALLEST THING SETS ME OFF FOR NO REASON...... AND THEN THE TEARS COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE KEVIN COSTNER/KELLY PRESTON MOVIE "FOR LOVE OF THE GAME" THERE IS A SCENE IN IT WHERE HE FIRST TAKES HER TO DINNER AND SHE SAYS SHE WISHES EVERYONE WOULD WEAR A SIGN AROUND THEIR NECK DISPLAYING THEIR MOOD .... OR WANT... OR WISH....... WELL TODAY I NEED ONE OF THOSE SIGNS OTHERWISE EVEN THOSE CLOSEST TO ME MAY START RUNNING FOR THE HILLS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE WOULD SAY, " PLEASE BE KIND AND PATIENT WITH ME TODAY I DIDN'T TAKE MY MEDICINE"...... OTHERWISE RIGHT NOW I AM JUST THE ROLLERCOASTER GIRL. I WISH I WOULD EXPLAIN IT BETTER OF HOW IT FEELS BUT I CAN'T.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DO FINALLY GET IT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW GOOD I THINK I AM FEELING I CAN'T "FORGET" ANYMORE TO REFILL OR TAKE THE PILLS...... THEY ARE JUST GOING TO BE A PART OF MY DAILY LIFE.... LIKE BRUSHING MY TEETH, EATING , SLEEPING AND POOPING...... AND ANTI-DEPRESSANTS..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO WAIT 2 MORE WEEKS TO GET IT BACK INTO MY SYSTEM.... THIS STINKS..... BUT AT LEAST:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FINALLY GET IT.&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/19038324-115895844504614883?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115895844504614883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115895844504614883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115895844504614883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115895844504614883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finally-get-it.html' title='I FINALLY GET IT..............'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115895483388903702</id><published>2006-09-22T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:53:54.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK CLUB</title><content type='html'>MARTINI STARTED A BOOK CLUB AND TOMORROW IS OUR NEXT MEETING..... IN HONOR OF THAT I STOLE THIS FROM KATIE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE BOOK THAT CHANGED MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T PICK JUST ONE... BUT I WOULD HAVE TO SAY THERE ARE A FEW.... THE BABY-SITTERS CLUB BOOKS BECAUSE IN THIRD GRADE THAT IS WHAT GOT TO ME TO LOVE TO READ "MARY-ANNE LOVES LOGAN".  THE JANET OKE SERIES MADE A HUGE IMPRESSION ON ME AS A YOUNG PRETEEN.  AND THEN AT 18 - THE STORY OF "O"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One book you have read more than once: "THE STORY OF "O" BY PAULINE REAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One book you would want on a desert island: "ALEXANDER AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY"...... YOU CAN'T READ IT AND NOT GIGGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One book that made you laugh: AGAIN ALEXANDER AND THE  TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD ,VERY BAD DAY..... "I THINK I MIGHT JUST MOVE TO AUSTRALIA..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One book that made you cry: BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One book you wish you had written: THE TIME TRAVELER' S WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One book you wish had never been written: ANYTHING BY MICHAEL MOORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One book you are currently reading: "GONE" BY LISA GARDNER AND RE-READING THE "LIFE OF PI "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One book you have been wanting to read: "DRESS YOUR FAMILY IN CORDUROY AND DENIM" BY DAVID SEDARIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Booktag five other people: BEVERLY, BLONDIE, MARTINI AND...... HARLEY (HEY HARLEY LIKES TO READ TOO - NO LAUGHING!!! HER FAVORITE BOOK IS  "IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE....")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One book you would like to see made into a movie: NONE.... I PREFER TO READ  AND USE MY IMAGINATION.... WHEN THEY ARE TRANSFORMED ONTO FIL THEY NEVER LOOK LIKE WHAT I HAD IMAGINED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. One children's book you always recommend: ALEXANDER WINS AGAIN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One young adult book you always recommend: ANY OF THE ROMONA BOOKS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One book character you'd like to have lunch with: "O"&lt;a href="http://www.bookendsclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bookendsclub.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO KEEP UP WITH THE BOOK CLUB AND WHAT WE ARE READING JUST GO TO:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115895483388903702?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115895483388903702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115895483388903702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115895483388903702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115895483388903702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/book-club.html' title='BOOK CLUB'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115877588891680134</id><published>2006-09-20T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:11:31.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO BLESSED!</title><content type='html'>RIGHT NOW I AM IN HOUSTON WITH MY MOTHER. WE ARE AT THE 30TH ANNUAL MUSIC FESTIVAL FOR SPECIAL OLYMPICS. I HAVE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR A DAY AND HALF BUT I CAN NOT TELL YOU HOW THIS HAS BLESSED MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORK WAS KIND ENOUGH TO VOLUNTEER THREE VACATION DAYS FROM ACME SO I COULD COME HERE AND VOLUNTEER MY TIME. I CAME BECAUSE I WAS DESPERATELY MISSING TIME WITH MY MOM, NEEDING A BREAK FROM THE REAL WORLD AND INSTEAD HAVE GOTTEN SO MUCH MORE IN RETURN ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF LEGAL REASONS I CAN NOT POST ANY SORT OF PICTURES OF WHAT GOES ON HERE. THE RESIDENTS HAVE TO SIGN RELEASES TO HAVE THEIR PICTURES TAKEN SO OBVIOUSLY I CAN'T SHARE WITH YOU THE PHYSICAL PICTURES BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE THE EMOTIONAL SIDE OF THIS TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ENTIRE FESTIVAL IS THEMED ON DISNEY MUSICALS AND IT IS AMAZING! THE SONGS ARE GREAT.... THE COSTUMES ARE FABULOUS AND THE INDIVIDUALS HAVE SMILES ON THEIR FACES THAT COULD LIGHT UP A DARK ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS RIGHT NOW JUST DON'T EXPRESS THE JOY THAT I HAVE IN MY HEART.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ON A SIDE NOTE .... I RECEIVED FLOWERS TODAY AT THE HOTEL AND ALL I CAN SAY IS THANK YOU... I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU FOUND ME IN HOUSTON.... THE HOTEL ... THE ROOM NUMBER... ANYTHING BUT THANK YOU.... MORE THAN THAT THANK YOU FOR WHAT THE CARD SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I POST THIS NOW WITH MY HEART BURSTING WITH GRATITUDE FOR WHERE I AM... THE PEOPLE I AM WITH AND FOR THE KINDNESS SOMEONE HAS SHOW ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BLESSED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115877588891680134?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115877588891680134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115877588891680134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115877588891680134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115877588891680134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-blessed.html' title='I AM SO BLESSED!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115861862001950720</id><published>2006-09-18T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:30:32.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT IS ALL FOLKS....</title><content type='html'>I AM LEAVING TOWN TOMORROW AND WILL NOT BE BACK UNTIL FRIDAY. MOM AND I ARE HEADED OUT ON AN ADVENTURE TOGETHER.... I WILL SHARE MORE WHEN I GET BACK IN TOWN - JUST KNOW IT IS A MUCH NEEDED VACATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115861862001950720?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115861862001950720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115861862001950720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115861862001950720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115861862001950720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-is-all-folks.html' title='THAT IS ALL FOLKS....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115825307797433250</id><published>2006-09-14T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:57:58.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING POLITICALLY CORRECT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/TERROR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/TERROR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Homeland Security alert.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, from a cave somewhere in Pakistan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taliban Minister of Migration, Mohammed Omar, warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the United States that if military action against Iraq continues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taliban authorities will cut off America 's supply of convenience store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managers. And if this action does not yield sufficient results, cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivers will be next, followed by Dell customer service reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Motel 6 managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get ugly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115825307797433250?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115825307797433250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115825307797433250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115825307797433250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115825307797433250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-even-close-to-being-politically.html' title='NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING POLITICALLY CORRECT....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115809893517034512</id><published>2006-09-12T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:54:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRES MARTINIS GO TO  NICKLEBACK CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWO WEEKS AGO THE GROUP WENT AND SAW HINDER, CHEVELLE, HOOBASTANK AND NICKLEBACK IN CONCERT AT SMIRNOFF OUTDOOR ARENA IN DALLAS AND ALL I CAN SAY IS WOW!!! IT WAS AMAZING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT WAS DEFINETLY NOT A KID SHOW BUT FOR THE OVER 21 CROWD IT WAS GREAT!!! HERE IS THE VIDEO I SHOT FROMY LITTLE CAMERA.... IT ISN'T NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC QUALITY... BUT HEY - I AM AN AMMATURE.... AND SHORT!!!  SO HERE IS A MIXTURE OF PICS AND THE VIDEOS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOZUGsQFmTM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOZUGsQFmTM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OPENING ACT AT 7 PM WAS HINDER SO IT WAS PRETTY DEAD FOR THEM. BUT - I LOVE THIS BAND AND HAVE FOR A WHILE SO I WAS REALLY EXCITED TO FINALLY GET TO SEE THEM IN CONCERT  - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AREA CLOSEST TO THE STAGE IS COVERED.... IT IS STANDING ROOM ONLY AT THE FRONT.... THEN STDIUM SEATING THEN THE BIG LAWN AREA......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WE GOT SMART THIS TIME AND RENTED LAWN CHAIRS  SINCE YOU CAN'T BRING YOUR OWN IN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; MINE AND GOOSE'S CLOSE UP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND WE ALL MADE IT BACK TO THE CAR IN ONE PIECE...... I EVEN GOT US OUT OF DALLAS ALIVE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/100_3150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING NEXT POST........... GOO GOO DOLLS AND COUNTING CROWES PICTURES AND LIVE VIDEO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115809893517034512?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115809893517034512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115809893517034512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115809893517034512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115809893517034512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/tres-martinis-go-to-nickleback-concert.html' title='TRES MARTINIS GO TO  NICKLEBACK CONCERT'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115809245097702830</id><published>2006-09-12T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:07:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE'S TO YOU.... HERE'S TO ME..... FOREVER MY HUSBAND YOU WILL NOT BE.</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY WAS THE START OF SOME ICKY DATES FOR ME.... DATES THAT SIGNIFY A LOT TO ME.... BUT I DECIDED TODAY IS A NEW DAY. INSTEAD OF CRYING.... HOW ABOUT I JUST SHOW YOU SOME OF THE GOOD TIMES I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE WITH JOEY INSTEAD OF JUST THINKING ABOUT THE BAD......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20042.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OUR SECOND CHRISTMAS TOGETHER..... IN OUR ANNUAL FAMILY PIC.... IT USED TO JUST BE: DADDY, BOWEN, BULLET AND ME.... BUT JOEY AND HARLEY JOINED US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20011.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20011.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLEY'S FIRST CHRISTMAS IN TEXAS.... SHE HAD JUST GOTTEN A NEW CHRISTMAS COLLAR THAT DAY. SHE AND HER DADDY HAS SPENT ALL DAY PLAYING BALL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20011.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20099.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20099.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY NEVER COULD TWO STEP.... BUT HE SURE DID TRY.... AND WE MAY HAVE STUNK BUT WE GOT TO LAUGH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20138.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20138.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SUMMER BOWEN CAME UP TO WATCH RANGER'S GAMES WITH US. WE WOULD SIT ALL THE WAY UP IN THE CHEAP SEATS AND HAVE A GRAND OL' TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/walgreens-026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/walgreens-026.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE YEAR FOR CHRISTMAS MOM BOUGHT ME A GREAT FUZZY PINK HAT ...... BUT JOEY THOUGHT HE WOULD LOOK BETTER IN IT...... EARRINGS AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE A SIGN FOR MOTHERS DAY AND TOOK PIC'S WITH IT IN DIFFERENT PLACES TO FAME AND GIVE TO MY MOM AND SEND TO HIS IN NEW YORK.... THIS WAS AT A GREAT MASQUERADE BALL WE WENT TO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS AT JOEY'S SWEARING IN WHEN HE STARTED WITH THE POLICE DEPARTMENT. WE DIDN'T FIND OUT UNTIL EARLIER THAT MORNING THAT HE WOULD BE SWORN IN AT 3 THAT AFTERNOON IN A CEREMONY. MOM DROVE ALL THE WAY JUST TO BE THERE. I DON'T THINK I QUIT SMILING THAT WHOLE TIME . I WAS PROUD OF HIM... HE FINALLY BECAME WHAT HE ALWAYS WANTED.... A POLICE OFFICER. (I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE PIC AND IT WON'T UPLOAD AGAIN NOW.... WILL KEEP TRYING....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20136.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20136.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN THE GREAT AFTERNOON RANGER GAMES..... I CAN'T TELL YOU WHO WON OR LOST THAT DAY.... OR WHO THE RANGERS EVEN PLAYED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT DIDN'T MATTER.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/walgreens-064.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20028.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR LAST CHRISTMAS TOGETHER..... ONE OF MOM'S SANTA VOLUNTEERS DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR CHRISTMAS LANE. SO JOEY GOT ROPED INTO BEING SANTA.... BEARD BELLY AND ALL...... HE WAS THE FIRST SANTA I MET WITH A NEW YORK ACCENT. THE BEST PART WAS WHEN A LITTLE BOY SAT ON HIS KNEE AND ASKED FOR A SKUNK..... I THOUGHT JOEY WOULD NEVER QUIT LAUGHING......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AT THE END OF THE NIGHT WE GOT A FAMILY PICTURE WITH JOEY STILL DRESSED UP. A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO INSTEAD OF DWELLING ON THE BAD TODAY INSTEAD I HAVE LOOKED AT THE HAPPY PICTURES .... AND MAYBE TEARED UP JUST A BIT.... BUT IN THE END MOSTLY JUST GRATEFUL I HAD THE EXPERIENCES AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** SO BARE WITH ME OVER THE NEXT  BIT WHILE THERE MAY BE SOME SAD DAYS...... BUT KNOW THAT EVERYTHING IS OKAY.... LIKE "BOB" TOLD ME LAST NIGHT AS I LAID THERE AT TWO IN THE MORNING CRYING..... SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO LET IT OUT FINALLY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20028.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115809245097702830?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115809245097702830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115809245097702830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115809245097702830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115809245097702830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-to-you-heres-to-me-forever-my.html' title='HERE&apos;S TO YOU.... HERE&apos;S TO ME..... FOREVER MY HUSBAND YOU WILL NOT BE.'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115801051089127940</id><published>2006-09-11T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:53:59.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER IT IS GONE WHAT DO YOU DO?</title><content type='html'>WHEN THE LOVE IS GONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NO LONGER A MRS.______ ANYTHING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR VOWS ARE NO MORE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN HE HAS A NEW FAMILY AND A NEW LIFE AND YOU AREN'T EVEN A 2ND THOUGHT ANYMORE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU AREN'T HEARING THE WORDS I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE DRESS THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WERE A PRINCESS FOR THAT ONE DAY? JUST THAT ONE DAY WHEN IT ALL WAS GOING TO BE PERFECT........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/scan0001.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/scan0001.25.jpg" 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/19038324-115801051089127940?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115801051089127940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115801051089127940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115801051089127940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115801051089127940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-it-is-gone-what-do-you-do.html' title='AFTER IT IS GONE WHAT DO YOU DO?'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115800120607630632</id><published>2006-09-11T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:00:06.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE IS ONE FOR THE BOOKS</title><content type='html'>SO I GOT READY TO GO ON BREAK THIS MORNING AT 10:30AM AND REALIZED I COULDN'T FIND MY KEYS.... IMPORTANT BECAUSE IT HAS MY HOUSE KEY... MY CAR KEY AND MY WORK KEY FOB THAT LETS ME THROUGH THE DOORS. I LOOKED AND LOOKED AND COULDN'T FIND THEM. BY 1 PM I WAS KINDA WORRIED BECAUSE THEY HADN'T TURNED UP.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I SENT OUT A LOCATION WIDE E-MAILING STATING I HAD LOST MY KEYS AND THEIR DESCRIPTION STATING THAT IF ANYONE FOUND THEM THEY WERE MINE AND TO PLEASE RETURN THEM BECAUSE I DID NOT WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT AT ACME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN MINUTES MY KEYS WERE RETURNED TO ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE FOUND IN THE REFRIDGERATOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115800120607630632?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115800120607630632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115800120607630632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115800120607630632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115800120607630632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-is-one-for-books.html' title='HERE IS ONE FOR THE BOOKS'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115746869563212967</id><published>2006-09-08T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:16:27.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D - I - V - O - R - C - E</title><content type='html'>(some back ground..... I started this post last Friday.... I have sat and sat on it but in the end decided since I still feel this way I am going to post it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SOME REASON THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND ALOT LATELY AND I KEPT THINKING I WAS GOING TO WRITE IT DOWN BUT I HADN'T. SO TODAY I DECIDED IT WAS TIME - OTHERWISE I AM NOT SURE IT IS EVER GOING TO MAKE SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE ONLY ONE IN MY FAMILY TO EVER BE DIVORCED. I WAS THE FIRST GRANDCHILD TO BE MARRIED AND SHORTLY AFTER THE ONE TO DIVORCE (2 YEARS TO BE EXACT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT ALL SO MUCH I JUST HAVE. I KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT IF MY MARRIAGE WAS MY ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS. WHAT IF I BLEW IT AND NOW THAT IS THE REASON I CAN'T FIND HAPPINESS IN A RELATIONSHIP. DO I MAYBE PURPOSELY SABOTAGE THINGS? EACH TIME I GET CLOSE TO HAVE A GOOD ONE I ADMIT I GET SCARED... I RUN OR WORSE I END IT. I KEEP SAYING I KNOW WHAT I WANT NEXT TIME AROUND BUT ... DO I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY I WANT A RELATIONSHIP.... I SAY I WANT TO BE IN LOVE AGAIN. BUT DO I? I AM TERRIFIED OF MARRIAGE FOR SO MANY REASON NOW... SOME REASONABLE AND SOME NOT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS MY REALLY SILLY SOUNDING - BUT VERY REAL TO ME REASON -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COST OF A WEDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME EXPLAIN: MY PARENT'S GAVE ME THE FAIRY TALE WEDDING.... THE BIG CHURCH... THE BIG DRESS..... 500 GUESTS.... BIG RECEPTION... CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN....8 ATTENDANTS.... MY DADDY WALKING ME DOWN THE ISLE AND THEN MARRYING ME ALONG WITH JOEY'S FATHER. I HAD WHAT EVERY LITTLE GIRL DREAMS OF.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MY PARENT'S JOKED AT THE TIME.... IF THIS DOESN'T WORK OUT WE AREN'T DOING A 2ND WEDDING. I UNDERSTAND THAT. I REALLY REALLY DO!!! THEY GAVE ME SO MUCH FOR MY WEDDING THAT I COULD NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING MORE. BUT AFTER THE DIVORCE MY MOM AND I WERE TALKING ABOUT WHAT "IF" I DID EVER MARRY AGAIN AND SHE MENTIONED - "THE NEXT ONE IS ALL YOU.... YOUR DAD AND I AREN'T DOING THAT AGAIN". AT THAT TIME IT DIDN'T HIT ME BUT NOW IT HAS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I EVER GET MARRIED AGAIN I DON'T GET THE WHITE DRESS AND CHURCH.... MY DADDY ISN'T GOING TO BE GIVING ME MY VOWS... THERE IS NO WEDDING SHOWER OR BATCHLORETTE PARTY. IT WILL JUST BE ME SAYING "I DO". ALL OF THIS I DON'T MIND..... I REALLY DON'T..... I WOULD BE FINE IF THE GUY AND I RAN OFF TO MEXICO AND GOT MARRIED ON AN ISLAND BY OURSELVES BUT I WANT MORE FOR WHO I MARRY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF HE HASN'T HAD ALL THOSE I HAD.... HE NEVER GOT TO REGISTER FOR GIFTS AND BE EXCITED!!! HE DIDN'T GET TO CHOSE HIS GROOMSMEN.... OR WATCH HIS BRIDE WALK DOWN AN ISLE TOWARDS HIM ... TOWARDS A JOINT FUTURE. JUST BECAUSE I MADE A MISTAKE IN MY PAST I DON'T WANT HIM PAYING FOR IT. EVERYONE DESERVES TO HAVE THAT DREAM DAY..... I WASTED MINE ON A MAN WHO DIDN'T REALLY WANT ME IN THE END BUT SOMEONE ELSE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW GUYS DON'T THINK ABOUT THIS BUT I DO! I AM AFRAID SOMEDAY SOMEONE WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AND WANT TO MARRY ME.. JUST ASSUMING WE WILL HAVE A NORMAL WEDDING.... BRIDE'S PARENTS PAY... YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN AND GIFTS AND "YOUR DAY".... I AM NOT SURE I HAVE THE HEART TO TELL HIM IT ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN. YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS BAGGAGE.... SOMEONE WHO HAS TRUST ISSUES.... WHO ISN'T OKAY WITH HER BODY.... SOMEONE WHO FAKES IT AND BY IT I MEAN THE CONFIDENCE.... INSIDE I AM SO STINKIN' TERRIFIED IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE GIRLS ARE GOING THROUGH ROUGH TIMES I HAVE A SAYING I ALWAYS TELL THEM: "FAKE IT UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE IT". THAT HAS BEEN MY MOTTO THROUGH IT ALL.... NEVER LET ON WHEN YOUR MARRIAGE IS FALLING APART.... NEVER LET ON THAT YOU NEED HELP.... NEVER LET ON HOW MUCH YOUR HEART BROKE THROUGH IT ALL.... JUST FAKE IT... AND SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD YOU WILL REALIZE YOU CAN MAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS THE POINT I AM AT NOW... I CAN MAKE IT. BUT WILL HE LOVE ME INSPITE OF IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWO - I WORRY ABOUT MY FAMILY. THEY LET JOEY INTO THEIR LIVES WITH OPEN ARMS AND OPEN HEARTS. WHEN I LEFT THEM AND MOVED TO VEGAS IT HURT THEM TO LOSE ME BUT THEY WANTED ME TO BE HAPPY AND IF MY HAPINESS WAS IN LAS VEGAS WITH JOEY THEN SO BE IT. MY LITTLE BROTHER FELL IN LOVE WITH JOEY AS THE BIG BROTHER HE NEVER HAD. BO CAME TO TOWN MORE WHEN I WAS MARRIED THEN ANY OTHER TIME.... I BELIEVE HE DID IT BECAUSE OF JOEY.. NOT ME. HE WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH JOEY.... HE LOOKED UP TO HIM SO MUCH. THEY WOULD GO TO RANGER GAMES AND JUST HANG OUT.... WITHOUT ME! IN THE DIVORCE I DIDN'T JUST LOSE MY HUSBAND...... MY PARENT'S LOST A SON AND BO LOST HIS BIG BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAMILY IS NOW VERY GUARDED ABOUT ME DATING. THEY DON'T CARE TOO MUCH TO MEET ANYONE I DATE. I HAVE TRIED THE CASUAL.... SINCE YOU ARE IN TOWN WHY DON'T WE GO TO DINER AND YOU CAN MEET SO AND SO.... BUT THAT HAS YET TO GO OVER WELL. THEY DON'T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THE DATING PROCESS THE WAY I WISH THEY COULD BE. I WANT THEM SO BADLY TO MEET GUYS AND BE WITH ME THROUGH THIS (YES I KNOW I AM 25....) I DON'T WANT TO MAKE THAT SAME MISTAKE TWICE!!! MY FAMILY IS ABLE TO SEE THINGS I CAN'T.... ESPECIALLY MY MOM.... EVEN WITH JUST A PICTURE!!!! BUT I UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DON'T WANT TO MEET ANYONE... THEY DON'T WANT TO INVEST THEMSELVES INTO ANYONE THEY MAY NOT STICK AROUND (BY MY CHOICE OR THE GUYS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO BADLY WANT MY LITTLE BROTHER TO GIVE A GUY A SHOT... BUT HE WON'T. ACTUALLY, OUT OF THE WHOLE FAMILY HE IS THE WORST. HE WILL FLAT OUT SHUT DOWN AND NOT TALK IF A GUY IS AROUND ME. HE ISN'T MEAN TO THE GUY... HE JUST PRETENDS HE ISN'T THERE AND WON'T GIVE HIM THE TIME OF DAY. IF THE GUY ASKS BO A QUESTION BO WILL ANSWER AS QUICKLY AND WITH AS LITTLE OF WORDS AS POSSIBLE. I HATE IT!!!! THIS IS THE KID I BRAG ABOUT ALL THE TIME TO ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN - ESPECIALLY SOMEONE I AM DATING - AND THEN HE GOES AND ACTS LIKE THIS LITTLE PUNK THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT FOR BRAGGING ON HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE YOU GO.... I AM CLOSER TO BEING 26, DIVORCED, NOT DONE WITH COLLEGE, SOME SERIOUS FAMILY BAGGAGE, CAN'T HAVE A REAL WEDDING AND YET I STILL DATE THESE POOR GUYS THAT HAVE NO IDEA......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO PROMISE ME THAT SOMEDAY IT WILL ALL WORK OUT AND I WILL BE A MRS._____ AND HAVE SOMEONE TO LOVE AND TRUST. JUST PROMISE ME IT ALL WORKS OUT.... UNTIL THEN I WILL SMILE..... UNTIL I MAKE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115746869563212967?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115746869563212967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115746869563212967&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115746869563212967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115746869563212967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-i-v-o-r-c-e.html' title='D - I - V - O - R - C - E'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115764103490927758</id><published>2006-09-07T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:57:15.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY ONE I GET!!!</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A  DEAR SWEET FRIEND - MEG'S - THAT I DON'T GET TO SEE NEARLY ENOUGH BUT I LOVE HER JUST THE SAME BECAUSE WHEN WE DO GET TO SEE EACH OTHER IT IS LIKE WE NEVER MISSED A BEAT! THE OTHER DAY I GOT A FABULOUS EMAIL FROM HER AND HAD TO SHARE IT! SO SO OFTEN THESE GET SENT TO ME BUT I DON'T GET THEM BECAUSE I AM TOO YOUNG BUT THIS ONE FINALLY HITS ME!!! SO THANKS TO MEG'S!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You Grew Up In The 80's or   Early 90's If: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE. It should be psych, but who’s counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton.(SO???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own. (I STILL HAVE ALL OF MY BOOKS AND REFUSE TO LET MY MOM GET RID OF THEM....I LOVED MARYANNE AND LOGAN....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. (NOPE...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom (HE IS STILL HOT!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: Hammer Pants &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock" (I STILL LOVE RED FRAGGLE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars... and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo ooh!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. (HOPEFULLY MOM HAS LOST THOSE PICTURES.....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen..and still know the turtles names. (DARN RIGHT I DO!!! I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE APRIL O'NEIL... AND SPLINTER WAS THE COOLEST....FOR A RAT I MEAN)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. &lt;br /&gt;(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS ONE IS.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear....need I say more? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. (She's Truly Outrageous.) HOLD UP - NO MAKING FUN OF JEM!!!!!! I JUST BOUGHT A JEM T-SHIRT A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. You remember reading Tales of a fourth grade nothing and all The Ramona books. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of " WAX ON , WAX OFF" (ANYONE CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE TO ME?????)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie. (WHAT IS A GOONIE??? IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMETHING I WOULD WANT TO BE!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf. (NOT REALLY BECAUSE FOR THE LONGEST TIME I WASN'T ALLOWED TO WATCH THE SMURFS BECAUSE GARGAMEL WAS A WIZARD AND MY MOM DIDN'T APPROVE....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. You took lunch boxes to school... and traded Garbage Pailkids in the schoolyard.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence. (MY DAD THREATENED TO BEAT THAT WORD OUT OF MY VOCABULARY)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. (NO  - JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS WERE COOLER!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up. &lt;br /&gt;I have the power!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets. (I THOUGHT JAMIE SEALS AND I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE.....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. (HEY NOW... EVEN MOM HAD A PAIR OF THOSE!! AND I THOUGHT I WAS REALLY COOL BECAUSE MINE MATCHED HERS.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide. (I LEARNED FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT GIRLS CAN  "RACK" THEMSELVES TOO...... MY FOOT SLIPPED UNDER ME.... I STILL HURT THINKING ABOUT IT.... BUT I WAS TOO EMBARASSED TO TELL MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT HAPPENED.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. You remember Popples. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Don't worry, be happy (I STILL HATE THAT SONG!! BOBBY MCRFARIN SHOULD BE SHOT!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies. (NEVER SAW ONE.....)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49 You remember watching Rainbow Bright and &amp; My Little Pony Tales &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...(WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE COOL? GOOSE AND I LISTENED TO THEM THIS WEEKEND ON THE WAY TO THE OU GAME.... AND YES WE EVEN DID THE MOVES...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART. (YES MARTINI - JUST FOR YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;55. You just sang those words to yourself. (YOU KNOW YOU ARE MARTINI!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58. You remember when mullets were cool! Or the rat tail!  those were really cool! (POOR LITTLE BROTHER BO HAD A MULLETT GROWING UP.... I WISH I HAD A PICTURE HANDY TO SHOW YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You had a mullet! (POOR BO............)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60. You still sing "We are the World" (NO!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61. You tight rolled your jeans. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62. You owned a bannana clip.(MOM STILL HAS HERS IN THE BOTTOM OF HER BATHROOM CABINET..... THAT IS A HINT THAT IT IS TIME TO CLEAN IT OUT!!!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;63. You remember "Where's the Beef?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;65 You had big hair and you knew how to use it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you! (DON'T LIE MARTINI......... YOU KNOW YOU ARE!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THANKS MEGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;             ROCK ON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115764103490927758?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115764103490927758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115764103490927758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115764103490927758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115764103490927758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-one-i-get.html' title='FINALLY ONE I GET!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115757126932605946</id><published>2006-09-06T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:34:29.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THIS TIME OF THE MONTH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20100.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20100.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY MOMMY..... IT HAS BEEN A FLAT OUT CRAPPY WEDNESDAY AND ALL I WANT IS TO GO HOME AND CRAWL UNDER THE COVERS. I WANT TO FOGET ABOUT TODAY.... I WANT TO  BE HELD AND CAUDLED AND BABY'D. IT IS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY MOMMY......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115757126932605946?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115757126932605946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115757126932605946&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115757126932605946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115757126932605946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-this-time-of-month.html' title='I HATE THIS TIME OF THE MONTH....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115748627703602205</id><published>2006-09-05T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:05:19.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPORTS WEEKEND RECAP!</title><content type='html'>I SPENT LABOR DAY WEEKEND WATCHING GAMES.... NOT JUST ONE OR TWO GAMES BUT THREE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY STARTED WITH A DOUBLE DATE TO SEE THE RANGER'S PLAY BALL ..... AND LOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3153.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3153.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO SIT IN THE RAIN FOR ABOUT 1/2 OF THE GAME..... NO BIGGIE - A LITTLE RAIN NEVER HURT ANYONE..... (EXCEPT FOR NEW ORLEANS MAYBE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY GOOSE AND I HEADED OKLAHOMA TO WATCH THE SEASON OPENER FOR OU. HER SISTER WAS KIND ENOUGH TO GIVE US HER SEASON TICKETS SINCE SHE WAS UNABLE TO USE THEM. BUT BEFORE WE COULD GO HARLEY HAD TO GET SOME CUDDLES IN FROM AUNT GOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3156.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3156.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE WE ARRIVED AND MET UP WITH HER DAD I NEEDED TO BE OUTFITTED IN PROPER "SOONER" ATTIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3159.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3159.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY EVEN FOUND ME MY OWN CHILD SIZE OU FOLD OUT CHAIR. JUST FOR THE DAY THEY LET ME PRETEND TO BE A FAN.... LUCKILY  NO ONE FOUND OUT I WAS JUST A POSER THERE FOR THE FOOD ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3160.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3160.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GOOSE AND I PREGAME..... RIGHT BEFORE THE RAIN HIT..... YES THE 2ND SPORTING EVENT IN 2 DAYS WHICH I GOT RAINED ON.... SCREW RAIN DANCES AND PRAYING FOR RAIN... ALL YOU NEED IS ME TO SHOW UP AT YOUR EVENT AND YOU WILL GET WET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3167.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3167.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREGAME FESTIVITIES......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3170.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3170.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE SEXY OR WHAT???? PONCHO'S NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3171.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3171.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY I MADE THE TRIP TO WACO TO SEE TCU (GO FROGS) BEAT THE BAYLOR BEARS!!! I FREAKIN' LOVE COLLEGE FOOTBALL SEASON! WHO CARES IF IT WAS DARK AND STORMY ALL DAY.... OR THE FACT IT  WAS SO HOT AND HUMID I COULD DIE.... OR THAT WE STOOD MOST OF THE GAME!!! IT WAS WORTH IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/DSCN2054.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/DSCN2054.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE DAD I DO PAY ATTENTION TO THE GAME...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/DSCN2057.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/DSCN2057.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SPORTS FAN THAT IS IT FOR NOW.........  I THINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115748627703602205?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115748627703602205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115748627703602205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115748627703602205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115748627703602205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/sports-weekend-recap.html' title='SPORTS WEEKEND RECAP!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115712250117447285</id><published>2006-09-01T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:57:12.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO EXPLAIN.........</title><content type='html'>SO AS YOU CAN SEE I HAVE MOVED THE BLOG WEB ADDRESS. THERE ARE NOW ONLY A SELECT FEW OF YOU WHO KNOW THE NEW ADDRESS AND I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU WOULD KEEP IT YOURSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE HERE READING THIS THEN YOU ARE ALREADY ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS AND EITHER ALREADY KNOW WHY THE BLOG GOT MOVED OR DESERVE TO KNOW WHY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYLE AND I BROKE UP AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS WEEK..... WELL ACTUALLY HE GOT DUMPED. BECAUSE WE RUN IN THE SAME BLOGGING CIRCLE I WANTED TO GIVE HIM SOME SPACE. SO I DECIDED TO MOVE MY BLOG FOR THE TIME BEING.... THAT WAY HIS HEART CAN HEAL AND I CAN STILL HAVE MY BLOG AND WRITE FREELY (THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON I HAVE THIS BLOG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT I KNOWING INFLICTED HURT UPON SOMEONES HEART BUT I HAD TO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THAT THINGS WERE NOT WORKING .... I NEEDED SPACE..... TIME...... NOT TO BE RUSHED ..... I NEEDED TO BE INDEPENDENT.... AND SO I GAVE HIM COMPLETE HONESTY AS I HAD ALWAYS PROMISED TO DO. BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP HIS HEART FROM STILL HURTING JUST THE SAME AND I CAN'T STOP IT FROM HURTING EITHER. IT IS MY FAULT TOO THOUGH.... I LET THIS RELATIONSHIP  GO FAST LIKE A TRAIN THAT JUMPED ITS TRACK..... AND WE ALL KNOW THAT IT IS EASIER TO KEEP A TRAIN ON THE TRACKS THEN TO GO BACK AND TRY TO MAKE IT GO BACK ON THE TRACKS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN IT ALL.... ME INCLUDED..... AND THEN IT HIT ME - THIS ISN'T REALITY!!! I WAS LIVING IN A FANTASY WORLD OF LOVE AND ROSE COLORED GLASSES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SURE TO SOME THAT HAVEN'T HEARD ALL THE DETAILS WILL THINK I MIGHT BE HARSH AND CRUEL BUT THAT IS NOT THE CASE AT ALL. INFACT MY HEART ACHES KNOWING THAT HE IS HURTING AND IT IS ALL MY FAULT. BUT I COULD NOT LEAD HIM  ON.... I HAD TO BE HONEST WHEN I REALIZED WHAT MY FEELINGS WERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH A FRIENDSHIP WOULD HAVE AT LEAST BEEN SAVED FROM IT ALL BUT IT WASN'T.... HE IS ANGRY AND BITTER. WHICH HE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO BE.... I WOULD NEVER WANT TO TELL SOMEONE THAT THEIR FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS ARE RIGHT .... BUT I DO ADMIT THE SIDE OF HIM THAT IS NOW SHOWING IS ONE I NEVER EXPECTED NOR KNEW IT WAS THERE. IT IS COLD.... BITTER.... ANGRY.... BUT I GUESS THAT IS WHAT WE TURN INTO SOMETIMES WHEN WE ARE HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE YOU GO GUYS ..... THE REAL REASON THE BLOG IS MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CARE FOR KYLE'S HEART I WANT HIM TO HAVE THE SPACE TO HEAL..... SO FOR NOW THE BLOG STAYS HERE.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115712250117447285?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115712250117447285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115712250117447285&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115712250117447285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115712250117447285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-explain.html' title='TIME TO EXPLAIN.........'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115678463789247956</id><published>2006-08-28T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:03:58.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>WE HAVE BEEN GETTING BEAUTIFUL RAIN EVER SINCE YESTERDAY..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on my window&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I hear thunder in the distance&lt;br /&gt;the sky turns darker black&lt;br /&gt;a smile forms upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;the rain is coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to my balcony door&lt;br /&gt;a cool breeze washes through&lt;br /&gt;its refreshing and cleansing&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the alluring dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain spatters on my roof&lt;br /&gt;lightining flashes in the sky&lt;br /&gt;goosebumps erupt on my skin&lt;br /&gt;and my body relaxes with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashing in puddles&lt;br /&gt;making all things wet&lt;br /&gt;catching rain on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;its something I won't regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see rain on my window&lt;br /&gt;as I stroll back inside&lt;br /&gt;why are so many afriad&lt;br /&gt;they avoid this and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Evan  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE MY OFFICE LOOKED SO PRETTY ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/100_3151.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/100_3151.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115678463789247956?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115678463789247956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115678463789247956&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115678463789247956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115678463789247956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115645525330264121</id><published>2006-08-24T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:12:40.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PET LOVES...........</title><content type='html'>A NEW BLOGGER RECENTLY CAME INTO MY LIFE VIA KYLE. IT IS HIS SWEET COUSIN-IN-LAW &lt;a href="http://poeticwaxing.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-pet-peeves.html"&gt;"WATERSOUL"&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MARRIED TO &lt;a href="http://technicallythinking.blogspot.com/"&gt;"BREATH"&lt;/a&gt;. NOW HOW HE CAUGHT A GIRL LIKE THAT IS BEYOND ME - HE MUST OF PUT SOMETHING IN HER DRINK (I THINK)!! SHE DID A RECENT POST ABOUT PET PEEVES AND PROMISED TO DO A FOLLOW UP OF PET LOVES.....I AM STILL WAITING ON THAT POST........ SO I DECIDED TO DO MY OWN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SINCE I AM TALKING ABOUT PET LOVES I THINK IT IS ONLY FAIR TO SHARE WITH YOU PICTURES OF MY FAVORITE PET LOVE......... MISS HARLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20005.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I  LOVE THE SMELL OF MEN'S COLOGNE! I LOVE IT SO MUCH THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE MENS COLOGNE AND WEAR IT SOMETIMES.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - PUPPY'S BREATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - THE SMELL OF A BABY'S SKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - FRESH CUT GRASS IN THE SPRING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - SENIOR ADULT COUPLES HOLDING HANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - MY MOM PLAYING WITH MY HAIR WHEN I LAY MY HEAD IN HER LAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - BREWING COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - CLEAN SHEET NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - ANY BLACK AND WHITE MOVIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - LAUGHING UNTIL MY SIDES HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 - WHEN HARLEY FINALLY CALMS DOWN AT NIGHT AND LAYS HER HEAD ON MY PILLOW AND GOES TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - HEARING MY BOY CALL ME  "PRINCESS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - FLOWERS!!! (HAVE  YOU NOTICED I AM BIG ON SMELLS???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - CHRISTMAS EVE SERVICE AT MY DAD'S CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20132.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 - GIRLS NIGHT AT MY HOUSE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 - RAIN (NOT THAT WE HERE IN TEXAS EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS ANYMORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 - WATCHING FOOTBALL IN THE COLD BUNDLED UP IN A BLANKET WITH THE ONE I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 - GIRL TALK WITH MY MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 - LOOKING THROUGH OLD PHOTO ALBUMS AND REMINISCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 - WHEN I HEAR PEOPLE SAY, "I LOVE YOU", YOU CAN NEVER HEAR THOSE WORDS TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 - WHEN HARLEY SNORES.... SHE CRACKS ME UP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/harley%20and%20mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/harley%20and%20mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 - GOOD MEXICAN FOOD - ESPECIALLY FRESH TORTILLAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 - HEARING MY MOM TELL ME STORIES ABOUT WHEN HER AND DADDY WERE YOUNGER ... MUCH YOUNGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 - LAYING IN MY GRANDPARENTS LIVING ROOM FLOOR WITH EVERYONE THERE AND JUST KNOWING I AM HOME.  (AND NO MATTER WHAT THEY CAN'T GET RID OF ME!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 - NEW SHOES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 - A FUNNY MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 - BEING TRULY SURPRISED - WHICH IS PRETTY HARD FOR ANYONE TO DO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 - LISTENING TO SINATRA... DEAN.... THE RAT PACK..... ETTA JAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 - BEING APPRECIATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 - NEW MAKEUP.... SHAMPOO ... OR BODY WASH..... (I AM WEIRD ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20072.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 - PLAYING IN MY GRANDMOTHER'S JEWELRY BOX AND HEARING THE STORIES ALL OVER AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 - GOING TO SLEEP WITH MY  "NEW/OLD" FAVORITE BLANKET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 - DID I MENTION MEXICAN FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 - BEING HELD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 - COATS... JACKETS AND SCARFS!! TOO BAD IT NEVER GETS COLD ENOUGH FOR THOSE THINGS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 - MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY CUPCAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 - PAUL SIMON "GRACELAND" CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38 - GOING ON DRIVES WITH MY DAD IN THE MIATA WITH THE TOP DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39 - LAUGHING AT INSIDE JOKES WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40 - BEING WITH THE OTHER TWO MARTINI'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20047.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#41 - RIDING WITH KYLE IN THE JEEP WITH THE DOORS OFF.... DON'T WORRY MOM I WORE MY SEAT BELT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#42 - HOME COOKED MEALS (THAT MEANS GOING TO SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#43 - PLAYING WITH DIESEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#44 - THE SMELL OF BEING  "HOME" IN MY PARENTS HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#45 - FALLING ASLEEP IN MY PARENTS OLD HAMMOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEWEST PET LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;#46 - SLEEPING UNDER THE STARS ON AN AIR MATTRESS IN THE MOUNTAINS WITH 5 LAYERS OF CLOTHES ON.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115645525330264121?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115645525330264121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115645525330264121&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115645525330264121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115645525330264121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-pet-loves.html' title='MY PET LOVES...........'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115634802267576623</id><published>2006-08-23T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:48:55.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>SO IT IS A DAY LATE BUT WE ALL WANT TO WISH OUR FAVORITE NORTH CAROLINA BOY A VERY HAPPY YET BELATED BIRTHDAY..... IT WAS TUESDAY. AND SINCE I AM HORRIBLE GIRLFRIEND AND FORGOT THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO ON SHORT NOTICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO KYLE PLEASE FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FELLOW BLOGGERS WANT TO WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY..... JUST CLICK ON THE LINKS BELOW FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY WISHES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/BOYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/BOYS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talk-to-me-goose.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-belated-birthday-nc-kyle.html"&gt;GOOSE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/026_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/026_26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberrypatchquiltworks.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-brother-i-hope-im-not.html"&gt;KYLE'S MOMMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20008.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/Picture%20008.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://martini-shaken-not-stirred.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-happy.html"&gt;MARTINI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/029_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/200/029_29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exploremontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-kyle.html"&gt;BLONDIE/LUCAS'S MOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khryssw.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-of-fear-dread-and-birthdays.html"&gt;SCOTT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amentormoment.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-kyle.html"&gt;SAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frustratedwriterpartdeaux.blogspot.com/2006/08/helping-discom-out.html"&gt;FRUSTRATED WRITER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keepgodweird.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-you-were-vampire-and-baby-im-walking.html"&gt;HAPPY THE MAN&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candygilbert.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-wishes.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE A MESSAGE FROM ONE OF YOUR CRAZY COUSIN'S (HE APPARENTLY DID NOT UNDERSTAND TO POST ON HIS OWN BLOG.... SO I AM HELPING HIM OUT AND POSTING HIS MESSAGE HERE.... FROM BILL:&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday, cousin!  I've known you for...hmm...well, let's see now....oh, about........YOUR WHOLE LIFE!  From the time you were a wee tike of two years old flirting with Barbara (I think?) from The Club so she'd bring you maraschino cherries at Sunday Brunch till now, a man with a relaxed, laid back nature, huge heart and an eternal smile who always reaches out a helping hand to anyone and everyone, you're an inspiration to us all to be better men and women with our fellow human beings.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you many, many more happy birthdays, I wish you health, and of course happiness always!&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;Bill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW KYLE ALL OF YOUR BIRTHDAY WISHES ARE NOT UP YET SO EXPECT MORE  COMMENT LINKS OR MAYBE EVEN A PART 2 TO THIS POST..... SINCE I DO HAVE PLENTY MORE PICS OF YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANDSOME..... WE LOVE YOU!&lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115634802267576623?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115634802267576623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115634802267576623&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115634802267576623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115634802267576623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-kyle.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLE!!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115625828203680212</id><published>2006-08-22T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:54:43.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TEXAN'S DIARY</title><content type='html'>NEW TEXAN'S DIARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 30th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moved to Dallas, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a city that knows how to live!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunny days and warm balmy evenings. I might buy a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convertible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a place! I watched the sunset from a park lying on a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. I've finally found my home. I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really heating up. Got to 100 today. Not a problem. Live in an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car. What a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see the sun everyday like this. I'm turning into a sun worshiper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the backyard landscaped with western plants today. Lots of cactus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rocks. What a breeze to maintain. No more mowing lawn for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scorcher today, but I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature hasn't been below 100 all week. How do people get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to this kind of heat? At least it's somewhat windy. Glad I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't buy that convertible. Getting used to the heat and humidity is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking longer that I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep by the pool. (Got 3rd degree burns over 60% of my body).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed 3 days of work. What a dumb thing to do. I learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though. Got to have more respect for the ol' sun in a climate like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Morgan (our cat) sneaking into the car when I left this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning. By the time I got to the hot car for lunch, Morgan had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag and stunk up the $2,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leather upholstery. I told the kids that she ran away. The car now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smells like Kibbles and shits. I learned my lesson though. No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pets in this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blasted wind sucks.. It feels like a giant freaking blow dryer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hot as hell. The home air-conditioner is not working and the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC repairman charged $200 just to "drive by" and tell me he needed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;order parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 30th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping outside by the pool for 3 nights now. $1,900 a month in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn house payments and we can't even go inside. Why did I ever come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 4th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 110 degrees. Finally got the air-conditioner fixed today. It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cost $900 and gets the temperature down to 88, but this freaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humidity makes the house feel like it is about 98. Stupid repairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this stupid city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 8th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If another wise ass asks, "Hot enough for you today?" I swear I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to strangle him. Damn heat. By the time I get to work the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking wet, and I smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like baked cat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 9th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to run some errands after work. Wore shorts, and sat on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black leather seats in the ol' car. I thought my ass was on fire. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost two layers of flesh and all the hair on my ass and the back of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs. Now my car smells like burnt hair, fried ass, and baked cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 10th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather report might as well be a damn recording. "Hot and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and sunny... Hot and sunny..." It's been too hot to do shit for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two damn months and the weatherman says it might really warm up next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it ever rain in this damn desert? Water rationing now, so my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1700 worth of cactus just dried up and blew into the damn pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the cactus can't live in this damn heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 14th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to HELL!!! Temperature got to 115 today. Forgot to crack the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window and blew the damn windshield out of the car. The installer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to fix it and said, "Hot enough for you today?" My wife had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend the $1500 house payment to bail me out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas? What kind of a sick demented idiot would want to freakin' live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE GREAT E-MAIL MOM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DISCOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115625828203680212?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115625828203680212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115625828203680212&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115625828203680212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115625828203680212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-texans-diary.html' title='NEW TEXAN&apos;S DIARY'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115573854562754584</id><published>2006-08-16T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:29:14.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 FROM YESTERDAY EXPLAINED.....</title><content type='html'>OKAY GUYS HERE IT GOES......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 EXPLAINED:&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT WITH #9 PLEASE REFER TO THE FOLLOWING POST:http://discombobulated-among-other-things.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-not-my-tuesday.html ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I GET DRESSED IN THE MORNINGS I MAY TRY ON A COUPLE (OR 15..... OR A HUNDRED) DIFFERENT OUTFITS.... SKIRTS... DRESS PANTS.... DRESSES... AND EACH OF THEM CALL FOR DIFFERENT UNDER GARMENTS. AS I TRY ON THESE DIFFERENT OUTFITS I CHANGE BRAS TOO  - I NEED TO KNOW WHICH ONE FITS THAT OUTFIT. SO NORMALLY WHAT I DO IS TRY EVERYTHING ON AND THEN GO BACK AND FIGURE OUT WHAT PANTIES I NEED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN KNOW THIS... SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL IN WHAT YOU WEAR BECAUSE NOTHING IS TACKIER THAN PANTY LINES!!!! IF YOU DON'T KNOW THIS ... THAN LEARN IT!!!! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR GRANDMA DRAWER LINES! EITHER WEAR DIFFERENT PANTIES SO DON'T WEAR THINGS THAT FIT YOUR REAR END SO TIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YESTERDAY I GOT IN SUCH A HURRY GETTING DRESSED FOR WORK THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO GO BACK AND PUT PANTIES ON..... UNTIL I GOT HALF WAY TO WORK AND REALIZED THERE WAS A NICE LITTLE BREEZE SOMEWHERE THAT I WASN'T USED TO. APPARENTLY THE AC VENT WAS POINTED RIGHT IN THE DIRECTION WHERE SOMETHING WAS MISSING AND IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG IT FIGURE OUT WHAT I FORGOT....LOW AND BEHOLD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PANTIES!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YES FOLKS IT POSSIBLE TO FORGET TO PUT ON UNDERWEAR IN THE MORNING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME MAYBE I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT FINDING A HIGH HEEL IN MY PURSE..... MY HOME CORDLESS PHONE IN MY CAR AND THE TV REMOTE CONTROL IN THE FRIDGE.... AND NO I AM NOT JOKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY GUYS AND BITE ME SCOTTIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYLE WILL BE HERE IN 35 HOURS AND COUNTING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115573854562754584?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115573854562754584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115573854562754584&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115573854562754584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115573854562754584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/9-from-yesterday-explained.html' title='#9 FROM YESTERDAY EXPLAINED.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115566858381759579</id><published>2006-08-15T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:03:03.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LES TRES MARTINI'S</title><content type='html'>TO SEE THE FUN WE GOT INTO LAST SATURDAY NIGHT GO TO MARTINI'S BLOG SHE HAS THE PICS....http://martini-shaken-not-stirred.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO HEAR WHAT HAPPENED..... OR WHAT THEY TOLD ME HAPPENED GO TO GOOSE'S..... JUST DON'T DRINK ANYTHING WHILE READING IT OR YOU ARE LIABLE TO SHOOT SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR NOSE!!http://talk-to-me-goose.blogspot.com/2006/08/las-tres-martinis.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115566858381759579?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115566858381759579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115566858381759579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115566858381759579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115566858381759579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/les-tres-martinis.html' title='LES TRES MARTINI&apos;S'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115565477795655892</id><published>2006-08-15T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:34:50.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT MY TUESDAY.....</title><content type='html'>THIS IS NOT MY TUESDAY AND IT IS NOT EVEN 10 AM!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU EVER HAVE THOSE MORNINGS WHERE YOU JUST WANT TO RUN BACK AND CRAWL IN BED AND PULL THE COVERS OVER YOUR HEAD? WELL TODAY THAT IS ME.... I WANT TO JUST NOT BE HERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE I HAVE GOTTEN UP THIS MORNING THE FOLLOWING HAS HAPPENED:&lt;br /&gt;1. I DROPPED MY FAVORITE EYE SHADOW AND IT BUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LET'S JUST SAY I THINK I MAY HAVE GAINED 5 LBS BECAUSE MY FAVORITE BLACK SKIRT   &lt;br /&gt;   IS FITTING A BIT SNUG TODAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THERE WAS ONLY DECAF MADE TODAY WHEN I GOT TO WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I AM STARVING (YES... THIS IS MY OWN FAULT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "UMP" (THE EX BF) DECIDED BASICALLY TO BE A THORN IN MY SIDE TODAY JUST     &lt;br /&gt;   BECAUSE HE HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN BUG ME. I SWEAR THAT KID NEEDS &lt;br /&gt;   PROFESSIONAL HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I HAD AN E-MAIL WAITING FOR ME AT THE OFFICE ABOUT A SITUATION FROM YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;   THE WOMAN IS UPSET BECAUSE YESTERDAY WHEN SHE CALLED IN FOR DIRECTION I COULDN'T  &lt;br /&gt;   UNDERSTAND HER......... SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN!!!! I TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED BUT    &lt;br /&gt;   DANG IT IF YOU ARE HERE LEARN THE LANGUAGE AND DON'T GET MAD AT ME WHEN YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;   TO REPEAT YOURSELF!!! BUT THIS IS NICE LITTLE INCIDENT WAS SENT TO THE MANAGERS  &lt;br /&gt;   SO I GET TO GO TO A MANAGERS MEETING LATER TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A SUPERINTENDENT CALLED IN AND DECIDED THAT IS WAS ALL MY FAULT HE COULD NOT GET  &lt;br /&gt;   HIS SALESPERSON ON THE PHONE. HE ALSO THOUGH THAT CURSING AND YELLING AT ME WOULD &lt;br /&gt;   MAKE THE SITUATION BETTER. NO MATTER WHAT I SAID HE DIDN'T LIKE THE ANSWER - &lt;br /&gt;   UNTIL I FINALLY LOST MY COOL AND TOLD HIM, " YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE RIGHT! I AM &lt;br /&gt;   PURPOSELY NOT DIRECTING YOUR CALL TO HIM AND BY YELLING AT ME AND USING FOUL &lt;br /&gt;   LANGUAGE THAT WILL MAKE ME WANT TO BEND OVER BACKWARDS TO HELP YOU. THANK YOU SO &lt;br /&gt;   MUCH FOR TAKING YOUR ANGER AND FRUSTRATION OUT ON ME - THE ONE PERSON WHO WAS &lt;br /&gt;   TRYING TO HELP  YOU AND BE NICE. I APPRECIATE YOU ENSURING I AM GOING TO HAVE A &lt;br /&gt;   GREAT DAY." (YES GUYS - EVEN I LOSE THE MISS NICE ACT SOMETIMES AT WORK AND WILL &lt;br /&gt;   SNAP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. BY THE TIME I DO GET AROUND TO GETTING TO DRINK MY COFFEE IT IS FREAKING COLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I FORGOT TO WEAR PANTIES THIS MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. AND I HAVE HAD MY FEELINGS HURT BY A GOOD FRIEND AND REFUSE TO DEAL WITH  IT. SO &lt;br /&gt;    INSTEAD ONCE AGAIN IN A FRIENDSHIP I WOULD RATHER BITE MY TONGUE THAN SAY &lt;br /&gt;    SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. AND OF COURSE I HAVE THE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND EVER THAT HAD TO LISTEN TO ALL OF   &lt;br /&gt;    THIS WITHIN THE FIRST HOUR OF ME GETTING TO WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TELL ME IT IS A FULL MOON OR SOMETHING..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115565477795655892?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115565477795655892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115565477795655892&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115565477795655892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115565477795655892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-not-my-tuesday.html' title='THIS IS NOT MY TUESDAY.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115531356782190184</id><published>2006-08-11T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:23:07.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW WHITE AND THE 8 DWARFS.....</title><content type='html'>HI, MY NAME IS DISCOM AND I AM A MOVIE WIGGLER. NOT JUST A LITTLE BIT BUT A FULL BLOWN MOVIE WIGGLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ONLY A MINOR WIGGLER WHEN MOVIES WERE ONLY AN HOUR AND A HALF BUT NOW THAT HOLLYWOOD HAS DECIDED THAT ALL MOVIES MUST BE 3 HOURS..... AND THE THEATERS DECIDED TO NOT ONLY SHOW PREVIEWS BUT COMMERCIALS THAT MAKES FOR A VERY LOOOOOOONG TIME TO SIT STILL...... AND I CAN NOT DO IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE PEOPLE THAT IT REALLY KILLS............. MY FRIENDS.... THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO SIT NEXT TO ME AND PUT UP WITH IT. IT HAS GOTTEN SO BAD THAT AT THE LAST MOVIE I WENT TO LAST FRIDAY NIGHT - TO SEE TALLADEGA NIGHTS - THAT THE GIRLS FOUGHT OVER WHO HAD TO SIT NEXT TO ME .... AND POOR MARTINI LOST!!! POOR GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE NORMAL PROGRESSION OF ME WIGGLING......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I START OFF IN MY SEAT PERFECTLY FINE LIKE A NORMAL PATRON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THEN BEGIN CROSSING AND UNCROSSING MY LEGS EVERY SO OFTEN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THEN PROCEED TO SIT INDIAN STYLE IN MY CHAIR...... THEN I MIGHT TUCK MY LEGS UNDERNEATH ME UNTIL THEY FALL ASLEEP AT THIS TIME I BEGIN TO WIGGLE INTO MY STRETCHED OUT POSITION.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LAY MY HEAD ON THE PERSON NEXT TO ME WHILE KICKING MY LEGS OVER THE OTHER ARM REST TO STRETCH OUT..... IF THAT IS NOT COMFORTABLE I JUST LAY MY LEGS ACROSS THE PERSON NEXT TO ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AT THIS POINT I AM BASICALLY USING 3 SEATS..... NOW IF THIS DOESN'T LAST I PROCEED TO MY FINAL POSITION..... THE LAY ACROSS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SIT IN MY OWN SEAT WITH MY LEGS CURLED UP AND STRETCH MY UPPER TORSO ACROSS WHICHEVER FRIEND HAPPENS TO BE NEXT TO ME. I WILL WATCH THE REST OF THE MOVIE WITH MY HEAD INTO HEIR LAP.... ALL THE WHILE ENCOURAGING THEM TO SCRATCH MY BACK OR PLAY WITH MAY HAIR....( JUST LIKE MY MOM DOES). I QUITE ENJOY MY MOVIE WATCHING HABIT BUT APPARENTLY THE PEOPLE NEXT TO ME DON'T ...... I JUST DON'T KNOW WHY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WHEN I SNEAK DIET COKE CANS INTO THE MOVIE I ALWAYS OFFER THEM ONE. OR WHEN I SNEAK IN MCDONALDS TO EAT DURING THE MOVIE I ALWAYS GET THEM APPLE PIES TO MUNCH ON SO THEY WON'T BE LEFT OUT. YET, I AM NOT SURE THE GESTURE IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED. FOR SOME REASON THE GIRLS ALWAYS JUST LOOK DOWN AND SHAKE THEIR HEADS AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DO TRY TO SIT STILL..... I JUST CAN'T! SO FROM NOW ON I WILL BE THE 8TH DWARF IN SNOW WHITE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WIGGLY THE DWARF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m76/spdwrx/BrookeDopey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115531356782190184?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115531356782190184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115531356782190184&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115531356782190184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115531356782190184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/snow-white-and-8-dwarfs_11.html' title='SNOW WHITE AND THE 8 DWARFS.....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115505344151747543</id><published>2006-08-08T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:10:41.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE IS BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>MY BEST FRIEND HAS DECIDED TO RE-JOIN THE BLOGGING WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK GOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talk-to-me-goose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://talk-to-me-goose.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW GO SEE OUT SILLY PICS FROM THIS WEEKEND......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW BY THE SMILE ON MY FACE........ KYLE IS BACK FROM CAMP .... SO SEE HIS NEW POST... IT IS HIS VERSION OF MEETING ME.......... (SO IN OTHER WORDS DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING YOU READ!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-things-that-are-on-my-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-things-that-are-on-my-mind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONE MORE THING............. BITE ME SCOTTIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115505344151747543?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115505344151747543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115505344151747543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115505344151747543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115505344151747543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-is-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='SHE IS BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115496871630963608</id><published>2006-08-07T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:38:43.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A FROG..... A BLOG.... AND SATCHEL</title><content type='html'>SEE I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO MESSES UP WORDS AND PHRASES......... I KNEW I LOVED SATCHEL FOR A REASON.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/get%20fuzzy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/get%20fuzzy.0.jpg" 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/19038324-115496871630963608?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115496871630963608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115496871630963608&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115496871630963608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115496871630963608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/frog-blog-and-satchel.html' title='A FROG..... 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AND SATCHEL'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115465491575626055</id><published>2006-08-03T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:28:35.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAN B</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN THINKING THAT THINGS IN MY LIFE TEND NOT TO GO AS PLANNED SO I REALLY NEED TO START BEING MORE PREPARED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT BEING SAID I DECIDED THAT IF IT DOESN'T WORK OUT WITH KYLE AND I DATING I NEED TO HAVE A PLAN B.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE WEBSITE BELOW TO MEET MY PLAN B.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberrypatchquiltworks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://strawberrypatchquiltworks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR BROWN EYES YA' KNOW......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115465491575626055?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115465491575626055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115465491575626055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115465491575626055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115465491575626055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/plan-b_115465491575626055.html' title='PLAN B'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115463031304665640</id><published>2006-08-03T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:38:33.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY KIND OF FAIRY TALE....</title><content type='html'>MOM SENT THIS TO ME SAYING IT WAS MY KIND OF FAIRY TALE.... AND I MUST AGREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fairy tale that should have been read to&lt;br /&gt;us when we were&lt;br /&gt;little: &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/sleeping%20beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;in a land far away,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful, independent,&lt;br /&gt;self-assured princess&lt;br /&gt;happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;issues on the shores of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frog hopped into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;princess' lap and said:" Elegant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a spell upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back&lt;br /&gt;into the dapper, young prince that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, my sweet, we can marry&lt;br /&gt;and set up housekeeping in your castle&lt;br /&gt;with my mother,&lt;br /&gt;where you can prepare my meals,&lt;br /&gt;clean my clothes , bear my children,&lt;br /&gt;and forever feel&lt;br /&gt;grateful and happy doing so.. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night,&lt;br /&gt;as the princess dined sumptuously&lt;br /&gt;on lightly saut éed frog legs&lt;br /&gt;seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce,&lt;br /&gt;she chuckled and thought to herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't freakin think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/320/frog%20prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115463031304665640?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115463031304665640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115463031304665640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115463031304665640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115463031304665640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-kind-of-fairy-tale.html' title='MY KIND OF FAIRY TALE....'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115455544429142093</id><published>2006-08-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:50:46.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY GIRLS..........</title><content type='html'>I DON'T SAY THIS OFTEN ENOUGH BUT.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GIRLFRIENDS. THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME AND REALLY ARE MY BIGGEST SUPPORT SYSTEM NEXT TO MY MOM AND DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY WAS A DAY WHEN ONE OF US WAS REALLY NEEDING THE OTHERS..... EVEN IF IT WAS TO JUST MAKE HER LAUGH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WE DROWNED OUR SORROWS IN MEXICAN FOOD...... DIET SODA..... SEXUAL INNUENDOS AND AFTER THAT LIFE WAS GOOD AGAIN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GIRLS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20012.22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115455544429142093?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115455544429142093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115455544429142093&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115455544429142093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115455544429142093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-my-girls.html' title='I LOVE MY GIRLS..........'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038324.post-115454976891223913</id><published>2006-08-02T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:16:09.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEV AND DISCOM DO ABILENE.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEET MY BIG SIS BEVIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20006.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABILENE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY BIG SIS BEV AND I FINALLY GOT TO MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME 2 WEEKENDS AGO AND IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING!!! NOT ONLY DID WE MEET BUT I INTRODUCED HER TO WONDERFUL WONDERFUL WORLD OF JAGGER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20002.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THEN PROCEEDED TO GIVE HER EMBARASSING KISSES AND TELL HER ALL ABOUT KYLE..... WHETHER SHE WANTED TO HEAR IT OR NOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20005.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT THEN MY NIGHT GOT EVEN BETTER BECAUSE I GOT TO MEET THE FABULOUS KATIE!!! AND I MUST SAY SHE IS EVEN CUTER IN PERSON.... IT WAS AT THIS POINT I THOUGHT NOTHING COULD RUIN MY NIGHT...... THAT WAS UNTIL.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20010.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE SHOWED  UP!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FINALLY HAD TO MEET COLE........... YUUCK!!!! BUT HE PAID ME $20.00 SO I LET HIM TAKE PICTURES WITH ME AND I PRETENDED TO LIKE HIM......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20007.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT WHO WERE WE KIDDING WE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF NUTS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/1600/Picture%20008.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20008.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS WAS MY LAST PIC OF THE NIGHT WITH BEVIE.... CAN YOU SEE THE FUN WE HAD.... ALL I KNOW IS NO ONE GOT ARRESTED.... SHE KEPT HER BRA ON AND I DIDN'T BEAT UP COLE... SO IT WAS A GOOD NIGHT AS A WHOLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/1033/400/Picture%20004.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19038324-115454976891223913?l=lifeofamartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/feeds/115454976891223913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19038324&amp;postID=115454976891223913&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115454976891223913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19038324/posts/default/115454976891223913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofamartini.blogspot.com/2006/08/bev-and-discom-do-abilene.html' title='BEV AND DISCOM DO ABILENE.................'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
