<?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-3496563813514131174</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:12.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeannie Martini Tells All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-553499355669621139</id><published>2009-05-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:07:56.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, yes, when Monster was just a baby he was just as affectionate and loving as any other human baby.  My little Monsty was furry and soft.  He was just like a real life teddy bear.  He would cooo and smile at me.   We would sit and cuddle in my old rocking chair by the firelight, as I would sing to him  my favorite childhood nursery rhymes.  Oh, those are the days I recall now, when Monster's episodes get out of hand.   I truly believe his gentle nature would have stayed with him forever, if it wasn't for that nasty woman.  That woman with her high heeled shoes and her long perfectly red manicured nails.   Clicking her heels and nails as she walked along the sidewalk. That evil Click-clacker.  Oh, why did she have to sit down next to us on the bench in the park?    I wished she would have picked another location to work out her "problems" other than where we were that day.   "Cute dog" said Click-clacker.   "Thanks" I replied.   She then reached out to pet Monsty.  She must have startled him, because when she pet him, he snipped at one of the red nails and broke it right off.  The scream  Click-clacker wailed echoed through the park. I thought Monsty had bit her hard and was seriously harmed.  I tried to help her, dreading the wound I would find on her hand.  Oh, thank God, it was only the tip of a nail.   Click-clacker kept screaming, ranting and raving about how  horrible little Montsy was.  She was making such a fuss over her red nail tip that it drew attention to a police officer in the park.   He ran over to where we were.  I heard him call for assistance.  Click-clacker pointed to Monsty and said................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Dilf, Fran, Brooke and Dusty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-553499355669621139?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/553499355669621139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=553499355669621139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/553499355669621139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/553499355669621139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-yes-when-monster-was-just-baby-he.html' title=''/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-7261257126561777657</id><published>2009-02-06T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:13:15.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are We?  A Bunch of Wimps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SYxTeaSfJ-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lBYwJvQ598w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SYxTeaSfJ-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lBYwJvQ598w/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299702643426273250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we apply "buy American" to everything.  Not only the stimulus package.  It's the only thing that is going to get our country out of this economic mess that it is in.  It's not all that complicated, which is what they want us to believe.     I can't believe that some people in this country dare to let other countries dictate our government policies!   That is  most Un-American.  Decent jobs for decent pay and benefits.  That is what will make our country strong again. I'm already paying too much for low quality products.  I'll  pay the extra dollar or two for some quality merchandise.  At this point, it would be a pleasure.  Threaten us with a "Trade War?.  Ooooohhh!  I say BRING IT ON BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-7261257126561777657?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7261257126561777657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=7261257126561777657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/7261257126561777657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/7261257126561777657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-are-we-bunch-of-wimps.html' title='What Are We?  A Bunch of Wimps?'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SYxTeaSfJ-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lBYwJvQ598w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-5164800026305205980</id><published>2008-12-18T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:06:31.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUpY4Qbj17I/AAAAAAAAACI/PcY539JFFoE/s1600-h/christmas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUpY4Qbj17I/AAAAAAAAACI/PcY539JFFoE/s320/christmas6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281131236551808946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........And a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-5164800026305205980?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5164800026305205980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=5164800026305205980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/5164800026305205980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/5164800026305205980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUpY4Qbj17I/AAAAAAAAACI/PcY539JFFoE/s72-c/christmas6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-2343494467075505137</id><published>2008-12-11T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:26.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Rights, My Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUHnrCpfvLI/AAAAAAAAACA/WphDQu6XISI/s1600-h/is.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUHnrCpfvLI/AAAAAAAAACA/WphDQu6XISI/s320/is.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278754964886240434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and this girl  had *words* at the lunch table. He voiced his opinion and disagreed with her, and words escalated from there.  She then reached over and dug her nails and scratched up his arm, drawing blood, raising the skin and causing black and blue marks. My son did not retaliate because he won:t hit a girl.  During his next class, his arm started to itch and bleed.  He went to the nurse.  She told him to write up a report.  He did.  The result?  The dean told him he was going to move his seat at lunch.  My son protested and asked what her punishment was.  *None of your business* was his reply.  It has been 4 days after the incident, and my son:s arm is still bruised and scabbed.  The girl never  received a detention or suspension.  My son however, has received detentions and in house suspensions for far less in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I agree that both students need to be talked to, when an altercation has occurred.  Physical violence, however, should result in some form of punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-2343494467075505137?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2343494467075505137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=2343494467075505137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/2343494467075505137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/2343494467075505137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/12/equal-rights-my-ass.html' title='Equal Rights, My Ass'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SUHnrCpfvLI/AAAAAAAAACA/WphDQu6XISI/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-2644925665142661469</id><published>2008-12-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:40:10.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Next</title><content type='html'>First it was the utilities.  Then it was the gas.  Now it's the grocery store.  Gouge gouge gouging us with their greed.  If that isn't bad enough, they want us all to work for pennies.  That is, if you have a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-2644925665142661469?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/2644925665142661469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=2644925665142661469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/2644925665142661469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/2644925665142661469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-next.html' title='What Next'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-708251524850321360</id><published>2008-11-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:48:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble, Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SSwQQNCioBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vuuLUrS5wRM/s1600-h/sm_thanksgivingdesktop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SSwQQNCioBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vuuLUrS5wRM/s320/sm_thanksgivingdesktop.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272607134308278290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              I met a turkey gobbler, when I went out to play&lt;br /&gt;                              Oh Mr. Turkey Gobbler how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Gobble, gobble, gobble, that I can not say&lt;br /&gt;                              Don't ask me such a question, on Thanksgiving Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-708251524850321360?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/708251524850321360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=708251524850321360' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/708251524850321360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/708251524850321360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble, Gobble, Gobble'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SSwQQNCioBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vuuLUrS5wRM/s72-c/sm_thanksgivingdesktop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-3697308585811199245</id><published>2008-11-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:36:37.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Got To Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SRHLTk4EftI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofU-7QCBh88/s1600-h/0041-0509-1917-5918_TN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 59px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SRHLTk4EftI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofU-7QCBh88/s320/0041-0509-1917-5918_TN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265212976549625554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Alright! Send'em in!    Send in the democrats to clean up the republican's mess.  Again.  Let's hope they do a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-3697308585811199245?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/3697308585811199245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=3697308585811199245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/3697308585811199245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/3697308585811199245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/11/someones-got-to-do-it.html' title='Someone&apos;s Got To Do It'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SRHLTk4EftI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofU-7QCBh88/s72-c/0041-0509-1917-5918_TN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-1265758335837355558</id><published>2008-11-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:38:59.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy All Saints Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQx4AzPnLjI/AAAAAAAAABo/7XncjQfNI8Y/s1600-h/dcr0572l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQx4AzPnLjI/AAAAAAAAABo/7XncjQfNI8Y/s320/dcr0572l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714019640290866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Who's your favorite saint???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-1265758335837355558?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1265758335837355558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=1265758335837355558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/1265758335837355558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/1265758335837355558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-all-saints-day.html' title='Happy All Saints Day!'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQx4AzPnLjI/AAAAAAAAABo/7XncjQfNI8Y/s72-c/dcr0572l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-6844273594323177549</id><published>2008-10-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:28:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQiA4chVj1I/AAAAAAAAABg/gmONTGHPFPQ/s1600-h/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQiA4chVj1I/AAAAAAAAABg/gmONTGHPFPQ/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262597871799471954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Have yourselves a Happy Halloween !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-6844273594323177549?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6844273594323177549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=6844273594323177549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/6844273594323177549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/6844273594323177549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQiA4chVj1I/AAAAAAAAABg/gmONTGHPFPQ/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-8368538539342772</id><published>2008-10-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:23:35.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQNH6cHCcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/xYZuvWzqRn4/s1600-h/u14953459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQNH6cHCcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/xYZuvWzqRn4/s320/u14953459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261127859002569330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was suddenly gripped by the shoulders and flung down the deep pre dug cemetery plot hole.  Her head hit a small rock as her limbs landed twisted at odd angles. She was able to straightened out her legs and lift her upper body and head, just as the first clumps of dirt fell upon her.  She knew it would be foolish to open her mouth and cry out.  The dirt would choke her screams. Even though she felt dizzy and nauseous, she struggled to get to her feet.  The dirt was now falling faster over her as she searched for a way to climb out of the grave.  About 2 feet above her, she saw a large tree root, sticking out of the side of the grave wall.  Would it hold? She grabbed hold of the root, but it slime made it slip through her hands.  Even as the dirt continued to rain down on her,  she was able to take off her shirt and put them on her hands as make shift gloves.  Grabbing hold of the root, she started to climb out of the hole.  She was almost to the top when the tip of the shovel gnashed into her head.  She laid in the dirt.  She knew death would soon be upon her.  She felt the blood gush over her eye.  She felt and smelled the heavy dirt on her weakened body.  As she lay there, she was only conscious of her final thoughts in the final moments of her life. She never knew he would react in such an irrational,  diabolical manner.  All she did, after all, was throw out his crocs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-8368538539342772?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8368538539342772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=8368538539342772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8368538539342772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8368538539342772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-never-know.html' title='Ya Never Know'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SQNH6cHCcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/xYZuvWzqRn4/s72-c/u14953459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-7934251845399934263</id><published>2008-10-21T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:40:46.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....And she said "HELLO! Country Bumpkin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SP3Nv8QeYeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Zmj21vDp_s4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SP3Nv8QeYeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Zmj21vDp_s4/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259586163351380450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great costume suggestion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-7934251845399934263?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/7934251845399934263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=7934251845399934263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/7934251845399934263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/7934251845399934263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-she-said-hello-country-bumpkin.html' title='.....And she said &quot;HELLO! Country Bumpkin&quot;'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SP3Nv8QeYeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Zmj21vDp_s4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-450434922482729463</id><published>2008-09-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:22:54.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SM5vtaXsKJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Rg4gG4uKz2Y/s1600-h/CoolClips_cart1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SM5vtaXsKJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Rg4gG4uKz2Y/s200/CoolClips_cart1594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246253441896687762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I have found the answer.  I know why this economy is tanking, and I didn't even have to contact numerous experts, study any complicated charts or research decades of historical records.  Greed.  That's what has done us in.  Nothing else but good old fashion greed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-450434922482729463?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/450434922482729463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=450434922482729463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/450434922482729463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/450434922482729463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/mystery-solved_15.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SM5vtaXsKJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Rg4gG4uKz2Y/s72-c/CoolClips_cart1594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-8497841097587870584</id><published>2008-09-13T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:20:37.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man Is Snoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMvMLj0HJVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJEmhtX3vhA/s1600-h/raincloud_small.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMvMLj0HJVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJEmhtX3vhA/s200/raincloud_small.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245510689967514962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I think it's raining, all over the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-8497841097587870584?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8497841097587870584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=8497841097587870584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8497841097587870584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8497841097587870584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-man-is-snoring_13.html' title='The Old Man Is Snoring'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMvMLj0HJVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJEmhtX3vhA/s72-c/raincloud_small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-8897585352661315785</id><published>2008-09-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:26:41.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>  I watched the 911 pentagon  memorial dedication on C Span today.  It was very moving and very well done.  I like C span because it doesn't interrupt what is happening with inane comments and commercials.   I feel sad for all the lives lost, but I feel angry that Bin Laden is still out there.  The USA should have concentrated on getting  Bin Laden, pursuing him and his cohorts relentlessly, until they found him.  No, instead, all we got was  a lot of wasted lives and time in Iraq.  Bottom line- Bin Laden wasn't there.  Today is a sad day, because of all the lives lost and the misuse of it's tragedy that this administration used for ill gains.  I shall pray for all the victims associated with this tragic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-8897585352661315785?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8897585352661315785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=8897585352661315785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8897585352661315785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8897585352661315785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-6405825659599361851</id><published>2008-09-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:56:43.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E I E I OOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMfSD-P0WAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LyYppKJ50dU/s1600-h/070926-100439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMfSD-P0WAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LyYppKJ50dU/s200/070926-100439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244391256787015682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Oink, oink here, oink oink there everywhere an oink oink.   Maybe McCain is too old to remember, but he used the phrase "lipstick on a pig" when talking about health care reform, when Senator Hilary Clinton was stating her case in the senate.  I admit it was a cheap shot for Obama to use the phrase yesterday, but on the other hand I find it amusing and clever that he  used the same phrase McCain used to test how the McCain camp will react when they receive a shot.   Palin's speech was catty.    Obama's remark was too.   Obama should stick to the high ground, driving home the terrible state of affairs that the republicans put the USA in and not wallow in the mud with the repiglicans.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-6405825659599361851?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/6405825659599361851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=6405825659599361851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/6405825659599361851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/6405825659599361851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-i-e-i-oooooo.html' title='E I E I OOOOOO'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SMfSD-P0WAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LyYppKJ50dU/s72-c/070926-100439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-5724706456376070374</id><published>2008-08-11T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:55:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, No, Not Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Nope, I'm not going to do it.  Even though I wanted to watch the opening ceremony for the Olympics.  I choose not to because the Chinese government treated their citizens badly in order to host these sport games.  I'm not going to list all that they did, but one thing they did was to re-route  the water from their rice fields in order to provide water for these games.  No wonder I kept reading about a rice shortage.  A rice shortage? I would ask myself.  Rice grows so fast.  This doesn't make sense.  AAhhh, maybe now it's making some sense.  The Chinese government treat their people like crap everyday.   It doesn't take a brainieack to know in order to put on a high cost sport's show, the Chinese government would turn to the abuse and sacrifice of their people.  What was the Olympic committee thinking when they awarded China this great honor?  I don't care how fast someone swims, runs or plays ball.  I care about the welfare of people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-5724706456376070374?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/5724706456376070374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=5724706456376070374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/5724706456376070374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/5724706456376070374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-no-not-me.html' title='No, No, Not Me'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-239859515670466229</id><published>2008-08-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:40:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SJyS-8aV1cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tdXr4B9DSEg/s1600-h/bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SJyS-8aV1cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tdXr4B9DSEg/s320/bldg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232218477163828674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, if Ubers is gonna party, then so will I.   I'll find a fish fry in Wisconsin,  oh yeah, you heard me, wild Wisconsin.   Now we'll see who has more of a wild time.  And don't make me tell the "others" about your slutty attire you wear to fish frys, Little Ms. Cupcakes.   I bet you that old Mr. Ropert look a like is still dreaming of you, echoing the infamous words "oh, it's so hot in here".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-239859515670466229?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/239859515670466229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=239859515670466229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/239859515670466229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/239859515670466229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/08/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SJyS-8aV1cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tdXr4B9DSEg/s72-c/bldg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-1254814193640835354</id><published>2008-08-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:11:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few of My Unfavorite Things.......</title><content type='html'>     Things I wish people  never invented:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Video games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Those things they package pills individually by making you pull the back off to pop them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. pets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. fashionable clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-1254814193640835354?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/1254814193640835354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=1254814193640835354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/1254814193640835354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/1254814193640835354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-are-few-of-my-unfavorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few of My Unfavorite Things.......'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-8148651214256989976</id><published>2008-08-03T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:43:59.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HUH?</title><content type='html'>     I've been drunk before, but how on earth did I manage to get so  wasted on just two?   What the hell were in those cupcakes?   The worst of it is, I can't even remember how I ended up in an old Pine smelling motel room in Westmont.  Westmont of all places.  And, how did I end up wearing these awful clogs.   My sister has a lot of explaining to do.  I thought that frosting on those pastries tasted weird.   I could expect this type of tom foolery from the likeness of that Mr. Pipewrench, but my own sibling?   She has been acting different, ever since that Nick moved into town.  Kansas.  That's where he said he came from.  Innocent, boring old Kansas.  He sure doesn't act like a hick.  He acts slick.  Slick Nick.  Blows into town, starts playing games right away.  Always has a deck of cards with him.  Makes up all kinds of strange rules as he deals out the cards.  I wonder what he's dealing my sister.  As soon as I get rid of this fog in my head, I'm gonna have a word with my sister.  Set her straight.  What's that?  A knock on the door.  I can't make out who it is through the distorted glass of the door peep hole.  Looks like a person holding a gun.  Can't make out.......BLAM, BLAM BLAM.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-8148651214256989976?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/feeds/8148651214256989976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496563813514131174&amp;postID=8148651214256989976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8148651214256989976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496563813514131174/posts/default/8148651214256989976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniemartini.blogspot.com/2008/08/huh.html' title='A HUH?'/><author><name>jeannie martini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127409928430165667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qO7WYd-lQAU/SI-K2eyGllI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iz-1TJHpniI/S220/judy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496563813514131174.post-7243604059007646208</id><published>2008-07-31T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:55:29.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail Hour Discussion of the Day</title><content type='html'>     What is the lure of tattooing one's body?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496563813514131174-7243604059007646208?l=jeanniemartini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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